Chapter 2 Bizarre Dream

As soon as Qiu Yao stepped into the house with a little drunkenness, she heard a milky cry.

"Sister Hibiscus--"

Qiu Yao was petrified again for a few seconds, and then looked at the lifeless little ghost running closer with a bad face.

It is said that the real name of this body is the original match of the late Master Xie. Mrs. Xie died of dystocia, and Miss Xie was born in May when the hibiscus was in full bloom.

But the kid in front of me was born in October, why isn't he called Xie**!!!

Unfair! Seriously unfair!!!

Just as Qiu Yao was slandering indignantly, a little wolf claw pulled her sleeve, and the other claw was stuffed with an unknown object in her hand. It was small, cool, and seemed to move.

"Chirs?" Qiu Yao spread out her palm, and the chrys in her hand jumped out. This Xie Jin kid probably wanted to scare her, but she didn't know that when she was in college, she only made hundreds of insect specimens for Chu Yun, and some bugs twitched their calves when they were taken out of the medicinal wine~

Just as Qiu Yao felt proud of her fearlessness, Xie Jin glanced at her sleeves with intention and ran away.

Qiu Yao screamed secretly. When she lowered her head, she found that there was a small piece of white sticky substance attached to the sleeve that had been pulled by him before...

"Xie Jin, you stinky kid, wait for me!!" Qiu Yao roared at the figure who had already run away. She specially wore a white dress today... Watching Song Yu. It was said that ancient women in white clothes would look particularly elegant, so she followed the trend.

As a result, she just secretly compared herself with Song Yu, who was dressed in white... One was the white clouds floating in the sky, and the other was Xie Jin's snot on her sleeve...

Qiu Yao returned to the room depressedly, dropped the door, took off her coat and fell to **. During this period, someone knocked on the door and said that Father Xie called her to go there, but she turned a deaf ear.

She doesn't want to call that stranger a father~

Qiu Yao loosened her loose skirt and fell asleep.

In a daze, she found herself coming to a foggy mountain, surrounded by lush grass, and many unknown flowers competing for beauty. She took two more steps forward and saw an ancient building with high eaves and towering like a palace not far away. Just as she wanted to approach and see the plaque hanging on the door, she found that she had suddenly come to the room.

Qiu Yao shouted incredulously, stared around the tables and chairs, and found that the decoration here was not like a gorgeous palace, but like a solemn temple.

When he turned around again, a beautiful boy in a white shirt suddenly appeared in front of him. His appearance was three points similar to that Xie Jin's little ghost, but he was a pure appearance, not as stubborn as Xie Jin.

The boy opened a pair of big dark eyes and stared at Qiu Yao's neckline without saying a word.

"Hello..." Qiu Yao pulled her skirt uncomily and opened her mouth tentatively.

"It's so ugly." The little angel turned into a little devil in the second he opened his mouth...

Qiu Yao was angry, and she was another brat... She was about to sneer, but she suddenly felt that her body was light. The original ancient costume turned back into a refreshing T-shirt jeans, and the resentment on Qiu Yao's face immediately turned into flattery.

"This little fairy, can I go back?" Qiu Yao's eyes were shining, and the whole dissatisfied old leftover woman flirted with the obscene appearance of pure and righteous woman.

"Everything is fixed. Don't be impatient." A crane-haired and childish old man in white leisurely came out of the small door behind the room, full of immortals.

Qiu Yao instinctively realized that this should be the boss here, and her face was even more flattering. She pretended to ask devoutly, "Please also ask the old fairy to give me some advice."

"Nonsense! Where am I old?" The old man Baiyi changed his calmness and calmness when he appeared on the stage, an old face... Oh, no, it was the childish face under the crane hair that instantly wrinkled into a **, a little daisy.

"Well... it's not old at all. Are you... Tianshan Tong's grandma?" Qiu Yao swallowed her saliva.

"It's still old! I am a Taoist priest who has great magical power in ancient times and modern times!"

"Shouldn't Taoist priests all call themselves poor... I sound like a devil..." Qiu Yao muttered in a low voice. As soon as her voice fell, she was knocked down on the head by a dust hanging in the air. She shouted bitterly and saw that the dust automatically fell into the hands of the Taoist priest.

Qiu Yao can't laugh or cry. Well, the people don't fight with officials, and they don't fight with immortals.

"The immortals don't care about mortals. Come with me." The Taoist priest Linqiong brushed the dust and turned around and walked back to the small door that had just come out.

Qiu Yao shrank her neck and followed with a coy face, and the boy followed at the end.

As soon as she entered the inner room, Qiu Yao was stunned by the scene in front of her. The room was full of speckled fluorescence. Countless square stones suspended in mid-air. At a glance, it turned out that countless locust-sized fireflies flew around the room with stones on their backs. There was no open fire in the room, but it was as bright as the starry sky.

"What is written on the stones on the backs of those fireflies?" Qiu Yao just wanted to grab one to see for herself, but the back of her hand was pulled by the dust, and she had to withdraw her hand.

"Tianshu," Taoist priest Linqiong looked at her contemptuously, "What fireflies, these are love species... It's terrible. Why is the light on these love species so dark? Where did the fairy who is responsible for feeding love species go?"

"It should have been outside Room 308 to eavesdrop again." The boy answered calmly.

When the Taoist priest Lin Qiong heard the words, his face turned green immediately, "Call that girl back for me."

"Oh." The boy floated away with a dull expression.

"Please allow me to interrupt. Does that 308 refer to the hotel room number?" Qiu Yao's tone is weak.

"What a hotel? This is the Fairy Palace!" Linqiong Taoist priest's temper came up again. Seeing that the situation was not good, Qiu Yao immediately changed the topic.

"Excuse me, what do those heavenly books mean?"

"That stone is the three-life stone, and the three-life stone is engraved with the name of the couple who have been in love for thousands of years." The Taoist priest Lin Qiong stroked his beard and finally returned home with the demeanor of a fairy.

"Shouldn't Sansheng Stone be a big stone?"

"Originally, but since I am responsible for the marriage in the world, I simply let people move the stone here, and even catch the love of guarding the Sansheng Stone. As for why it became like this, it was because it was not convenient to count the names of the people on it when the stone first moved here, so I separated them all. Lin Qiong Taoist priest looked complaous, but Qiu Yao silently thought it was a bad idea.

"Is there Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai?" Qiu Yao's face was fascinated.

"No."

"What about Jia Baoyu and Lin Daiyu?"

"No."

"...there is neither this nor that. What a three-life stone are you..." So, Qiu Yao learned a lesson for the third time.

"I said that you are fascinated by miscellaneous operas. Those characters are not owned by reality, and how can they appear on the Sansheng Stone!" The Taoist priest Linqiong was very angry.

"Well, did you let me come here because there was my name on the stone?"

"Nonsense!"

"..." The irritable and irritable fairy old man, "Then whose name is my match?"

The Taoist priest Linqi narrowed his eyes and pretended to shake the dust deeply. "Buddha said, you can't say it."

"Isn't it a natural opportunity that can't be leaked?"

"What's the difference?"

"But aren't you a Taoist priest? Why did you believe in Buddhism again?"

"Why did you come from so much nonsense!" The Taoist priest Linqiong finally broke out completely. "I wanted to tell you that since you don't want to do so, just think about it slowly for me!" After saying that, the fourth heaviest knock on Qiu Yao's head disappeared into the room in a blink of an eye.

"Hey..." Qiu Yao finally panicked and ran to the outside room to look around, only to find that she was the only one around.

At this time, there was a voice of demons in the inner room that was difficult to distinguish between men and women, which was ethereal and vague--

"The old soul on the Sansheng Stone, enjoy the wind and the moon. I'm ashamed that my lover visits me from afar, although the opposite sex lasts forever. 1”

Just as Qiu Yao was trying to figure out the meaning of this passage, there was a noisy door call in her ear. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself lying in Miss Xie's boudoir again.

Is that dream true or false?

Outside the door was Mrs. Xie's shrill shouts, mixed with a few strange sound. Qiu Yao got up and rubbed her temples impatiently, got out of bed and opened the door.

1 "The old soul on the Sansheng Stone...": quoted from "Su Shi's Anthology • Monk Yuan Ze Zhuan"