Qingping Temple.
Daoist Qingyuan felt like he was about to pluck all the hair off his head. He just couldn't understand where their temple's little ancestor Qin Liuxi had found someone like Mu Xi, such a troublesome star. He was too difficult to serve.
One day he's one way, the next day another, even the birds on the back mountain flap their wings and fly away upon seeing him, afraid of becoming roasted birds. And his carefully nurtured juniper orchids lost all their leaves.
If their ancestor, Qin Liuxi, doesn't come to take this troublesome star away soon, he... he would do the same as his master and run away from the temple!
"Daoist, Daoist..."
Bang!
Daoist Qingyuan glanced at the door, which had been kicked so many times it was barely standing, murmured his Daoist name silently, Blessings to the Infinite. If he had any karmic obstacles, let it be quick, no need to abuse his door like this.
Door: Countless footprints, worrying life expectancy.
