After the Elder Sister Was Reincarnated, She Would Put Incense on Herself Every Day

Yan Qing, the senior sister of the Changge Sect, died and was reincarnated as the companion demon of the top-quality purple virtual wood. As soon as he regained consciousness, the Zixu wood was taken away. Yan Qing: Bold maniac! Who dares to pick off my body? ! Yan Qing choked up... How could this, this, this... Be the junior brother who was forced into a failed marriage by him hundreds of years ago? ! ——*—— The war between demons and gods lasts for a hundred years, benefiting all living beings. People in the world are grateful for the virtues of the immortal way in rescuing those who are suffering, so they build temples and ancestral halls and offer incense, which has not stopped for hundreds of years. Yan Qing looked at the temple in front of him and shed tears of shame. She died before the demon-god war, so how could she have merit? If her appearance hadn't changed in this life and her junior brother hadn't recognized her, she would have really found a crack in the ground and crawled in! Wait, if you have strong incense, wouldn't you be able to become an immortal? Junior brother! Put down that incense! Let me! ——*—— Ling Shi'an of the Changge Sect was known for his amazing talent and beauty, and his crane-bone posture. The world called him "Yuan Ting Yue Zhi". Since the war between the demons and gods, Ling Shi'an has abdicated his position as the master and has been in seclusion for five hundred years. He has made no progress, his hair on his temples has turned gray, and there is no trace of him anymore. However, some people rumored to have seen him in a remote area of ​​the human world, with a pretty girl by his side, renovating old temples and ancestral halls, using his pen to roll gold ink and redrawing tablets. Others asked: Who does the young master pay for? Ling remained calm and silent, only looking slightly sideways at the girl playing with the children at the side. What you offer is your sweetheart. ——*—— 1.1V1, sc, no female competition. 2. Reality and memory go hand in hand, with similar proportions. Purpose: I only wish that everyone in the world will be well and that the oceans and rivers will be clear.