Zhang Ji was an orphan. He was picked up by his master when he was a child and went to the mountains to practice Taoism.
His uncle gave him a hexagram, and his other half was a mature and older man.
The master was quite satisfied with this, and the female senior student held the gold brick in her arms.
During the Disaster at the Golden Pavilion Temple, he encountered a powerful ghost that had been dead for hundreds of years and was very good-looking.
He likes good-looking people and ghosts.
The big ghost often provides help in times of need, and Zhang Ji first likes to hear about it.
But the big ghost became more and more weird. On the night of worshiping the moon, he was wearing a red python robe, holding a red lantern, and pulled off his trousers, trying to catch him naked. "What are you hiding from? If you borrow something, you will repay it. You and I have already made a marriage contract on the day we met."
Zhang Ji first huddled in the corner of the bed, holding up the fly whisk, and suddenly fell into silence. Is this his mature, reliable, slightly older other half?
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This night is full of snow and wind, marking the 500th year of the great ghost Zhu Xi's nest in the north.
He was the Dasheng Emperor. He died in a conspiracy between the temple and the rivers and lakes to weigh the pros and cons. His chest, waist, abdomen, head, and feet were chopped off piece by piece, paving the entire Qishan Avenue.
The instigator of this dynasty's downfall was Zhang Jixian, the only imperial master he could trust with his life and death.
Zhu Xi mourned for 500 years, trying his best to piece together his blue veins and white flesh into his original appearance.
He looked at the cold, silent and superior Imperial Master reincarnated into a cursing and stupid boy, beating up imps, burning talismans and spraying wine, ringing bells and playing with swords, his slender peach blossom eyes were as red as tiny plums in the snow.
Zhang Jixian stopped abruptly in front of him, "You stinky little shrimp, there is still an old hammer here, waiting for grandpa to chop you up!"
Zhu Xi paused, suddenly remembering Ling Chi's bone-cutting pain.
Zhang Ji first sent down a big obedient ghost on Hanyi Night.
The big ghost bit his neck with such hatred that the gums were bleeding. For a long time, the sharp teeth did not even dig into the skin. The big ghost's tears flowed all over Zhang Jixian's neck.
After 500 years, Zhu Xi just wanted to ask, why?
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There was abuse in the early stage
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