Master's Funeral

Hua Buyan has no relatives and only a poor and down-to-earth master. The two live in a small sect and make a living by exorcising ghosts for people. The master is a great beauty, but he is lonely and indifferent and has never had any relatives or friends. The two depended on each other and lived a tight life. The master seemed to have an old illness, but he passed away within half a year. She followed the master's instructions and buried her in the back mountain, burned her belongings, and erected a tombstone in a formal manner. She was mourning alone, and she thought no one would come to express condolences, but she didn't expect that several extraordinary immortal kings came one after another, each with a handsome face, like a god. Or angry, or red-eyed, or gnashing teeth: "She is dead, she clearly promised me... Who are you?" Sensing something was wrong in the atmosphere, she retreated quietly, but was noticed by an Immortal Lord in black. He narrowed his eyes and said, "This little girl looks like an old friend. Could it be that... She belongs to one of you?" All the immortals looked at her, and she shook her head hurriedly: "I'm not, I'm just a young disciple picked up by Master." The immortal monarchs had mixed emotions, and finally said: "After all, she is her apprentice. We can't let her be alone. It's better to accept her as her apprentice together." In this way, Hua Buyan became the disciple of the Immortal Lords, and agreed on a schedule of one, three, five, two, and six. The teacher was kind and the disciple was filial. Everything was beautiful and ordinary. Until one day she awakened her memory... It turns out that she is not the little disciple picked up by the master, but the clone that the master left for him before he died. To put it simply, she is the master himself. She faked her death to avoid old debts and left behind a clone. I don't know what went wrong. She faked her death and failed to recover her memory in time... "Little Ayan, eat this, I cooked it specially." The immortal king in front of her held the porcelain bowl and handed it to her lovingly. When he saw her face and thought of his old friend, his eyes turned red and he gritted his teeth. "If she had not betrayed her trust and left alone, I would definitely not let her die..." Hua Buyan looked at the handsome man who had rubbed his hair together: What should I do? My family is sweating so much... Intention: Beautiful love