The Wild History of Rebirth of a Beautiful Girl

Yin Jiao stood in the wind, stepping on the stone steps in the temple's backyard where guests were entertained. Her figure was reflected as smooth as water. She was tall, wearing a cloak and a woman's bun on her head. However, her hair was so simple that only a crested hairpin remained. The tassels fell on her temples, rising and falling alone with the wind. Looking up, you can see the brass bell located in the octagonal attic at the highest point of Tianming Temple. The Eight-Leaf Alliance Clock is bearing a heavy impact at this time. The bell sounds both a warning and a cry. Looking down, the three masters and servants of Yin Jiao are instantly cold. What is supposed to come will eventually come, and look at it now, the pure land of Buddhism is inevitably stained with blood...