After speaking, the two of them turned around, looked at each other and snickered, and gradually disappeared.
Oh, this is the fairy.
Ziqing heard the words of their conversation just now, and probably knew what kind of life they had lived before.
That is to often wander in all kinds of life, experience, and play in the world.
In this way, he is even more chic than himself as a player.
There are no restrictions and requirements for "missions", and you can play however you want.
Retracting his thoughts, Ziqing began to sort out all the things in the room.
In addition to having the right priesthood and a portable tip, the ghost power, oh no, is the mana that has not increased.
It can be seen that if you want to make yourself strong, you still need to cultivate yourself little by little.
Through the priesthood, Ziqing can view all the places in his jurisdiction, just like a huge three-dimensional three-dimensional map, and it is updated in real time.
The bag is empty.
Ziqing spent a day cleaning up the dilapidated room, which proved to be a huge project for her, a "little" ghost.
It's very consuming of ghost power.
Eating the essence of the moon frantically at night, nesting in the shrine during the day, leaving a trace of spiritual power to keep an eye on what's going on in his jurisdiction.
While cultivating the spiritual heart technique.
On this day, Ziqing found that there were many people in her jurisdiction at once, she was overjoyed, her hands clenched into fists against her chin, and she braved the starry eyes, "Wrestling, wrestling, if you don't get lost."
If these people fall, she can give them "hints", because she has offended the land god and needs to burn some paper money.
It's easier to get lost, and lead them directly to this land shrine, where people are superstitious and will definitely burn more incense and wax money paper for themselves.
But they've been fine.
In the end, Ziqing had to watch them slowly.
Looking at it, her eyes that have experienced the vicissitudes of the world for a long time are a little unusual.
There were six people in total, a middle-aged woman wearing silk and satin, a little girl who was about twelve or thirteen years old, probably because the women of this era were more precocious, and her immature face was a little beautiful, and there was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old woman whose expression was much more plain, and she kept her head down, or looked into the distance with a wooden voice.
There were also three slaves and maids, one with a bamboo basket in his arm, covered with a white cloth; One mainly followed the little girl, while the other, a slightly older grandmother, walked by the woman's side at all times, supporting her.
From their conversation, it seemed that they were going to the Cigu Nunnery on the next mountain to make a vow, but they didn't know why the road at the foot of the mountain was washed down by the rain, so they wanted to make a detour from the mountain.
Ziqing remembered, yes, there was a torrential rain some time ago, and a flash flood washed away the road surface.
There is a road on the mountain that can barely get to the opposite mountain, but it is enough to see that they are all delicate and weak.
Ziqing's eyes kept falling on the bamboo basket held by the maid's arm, and she could even smell the smell of refined red wax and incense sticks inside, well, and the fragrance of fruit.
It is said that since Ziqing became a ghost, he only followed the land father-in-law and the land mother-in-law, and tasted a small taste of red wax.
Just one bite made her increase a lot of ghost power.
And the taste of incense sticks has never even tasted it.
According to Granny Land, a stick of incense is equivalent to inhaling the essence of the moon all night.
Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many lonely souls and wild ghosts fighting for that mouthful of incense.
Ziqing thought that it would be nice if these people could give the contents of the basket to themselves.
Obviously, they didn't even realize that there was a land shrine on the other side of the mountain.
Gradually, Zi Jing didn't think about it anymore, because she was bored, so she should watch them relieve her boredom.
From their conversation, it was learned that the woman was the mother of two women, called "Big Lady", the eldest sister was called Katsura Branch, and the younger sister was called Guixiang.
It can be seen that the woman cares more about and loves Guixiang, and Guixiang has a more active personality.
Guizhi seems to be very sensible, but in fact it gives people a very dull and even cold feeling.
Ziqing didn't know why she felt this way, but looking at the "indifferent" and "contemptuous" smiles she showed from time to time, her heart twitched.
It should be unhappy that my mother is biased towards my sister, but I am unhappy, but I still pretend to be so cold and disdainful, cut.
The grandmother who hugged the eldest lady said, "Madam, it's getting late now, why don't you let someone come and build this road tomorrow."
"That road is badly damaged, I'm afraid it will take a few days to repair it, and the last time I made a wish, I said that if my daughter survived this fate, she would come and pay her wish, and now that she is sixteen years old, she must come.
I think there must be a god in the nunnery, so I brought Xiang'er with me. ” The two spoke quietly, looking back and forth between the two daughters from time to time.
Gui Zhi's face was even colder, and she only vaguely heard the second half of the sentence, "Blessed by the gods, Xiang'er" Oh, so what she loves the most is that little slut.
In the past life, it was in this life.
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But I will not be at your mercy in this life, I will seek happiness for myself.
Zijing didn't know why, but she knew what she was thinking, and the more she concentrated, the clearer the other party's thoughts became.
This is the superiority of the priesthood, if an ordinary person can casually know what others think in their hearts, then what a rebellious existence it should be.
However, because it is a priesthood, there are restrictions that it cannot interfere in people's lives.
Therefore, this privilege is just an inner narration for her to watch a reality show.
After watching it for a long time, Ziqing concluded that this is another resentful heroine who was reborn with revenge on the whole world, there are too many such people.
She never thought that she was watching a play here today, but one day she would have something to do with herself.
Ziqing is still sighing to herself, her mother actually came to repay her vows, and by the way, she brought her little daughter to pray for the blessing of the gods, but she thought that her mother was partial to her sister because of the few words she heard.
In fact, in Ziqing's opinion, even if the mother is really partial to her sister, so what The clothes that gave you life, gave you food, gave you clothes, and the clothes she wore on her body did not mean those beggars' clothes, and on the basis of these, she was not qualified to resent others.
On the contrary, it is the cinnamon that looks heartless, but it looks very lively, innocent, and heartless.
At least when her mother almost fell down a few times, she ran over to help her mother support her, and the sister Guizhi, who thought that everyone owed her, put on a cold look. t1706231537: