Ex-wife villain

Zhang Yunwu originally planned to follow Jiang Qing's suggestion, squeeze into a pavilion close to the boat, and put the blessing lantern into the lake filled with Buddhist energy amidst the chanting of sutras by the eminent monks of Wuchan Temple.

But who knew that not long after Jiang Qing left, something unexpected happened.

It turned out that the greedy Zhang Yue'er had a stomachache after eating too many sweets, which caused severe pain.

After going to the hut a few times, the little girl no longer had the liveliness she had before, and her whole body seemed to be exhausted and sickly. Especially the little girl, who was sweating all over from playing and being blown by the cold wind, completely lost her energy.

Fearing that his daughter would catch the cold, Zhang Yunwu decisively gave up the idea of ​​​​crowding to the pavilion and decided to go home as soon as possible.

He carried his daughter on his back and came to a slightly secluded and spacious place downstream of Huailan Lake.

The view here is not good, and the boat carrying the Bathing Buddha cannot be clearly seen.

In line with the principle that sincerity leads to spirituality, Zhang Yunwu placed a small red wax lamp engraved with Sanskrit in the lake, respectfully knelt three times in the direction of the boat, and prayed for his mother's safety and health.

After that, he put seven small lanterns with the names of Wen Zhaodi, Zhang Yuer, the master of Jingang Temple, Jiang Mo, Lao Liao, Li Nanshuang and Lu Renjia in sequence into the lake, and prayed sincerely.

"Dad, why don't you have one?" Zhang Yuer asked crisply.

Zhang Yunwu was stunned for a moment, looking at the blessing lanterns floating slowly in the lake, scratching his head in a daze, and said with embarrassment, "Dad, I forgot, it's okay, I'll pray for myself next time."

Crystal snowflakes began to fall in large tracts.

The snowflakes blending into the lake create circles of imperceptible ripples, like Buddha lotuses blooming quietly, one after another.

Zhang Yunwu looked at the blurry Golden Buddha and thought of that master.

That was a blind old monk.

Although he was wearing tattered monk robes and grinning with big yellow teeth, he did not look like an eminent monk at all.

But in Zhang Yunwu's eyes, the master has the light of Buddha.

Because the other party cured his mother's leg disease and taught him martial arts to protect his family.

Master is the best Buddha in the world.

Perhaps it was because of his memories, or perhaps because the sound of chanting in the distance became clearer. Zhang Yunwu felt a peaceful and tranquil air bathing his whole body, making him feel particularly comfortable physically and mentally.

But gradually, his body seemed to be trapped by thin threads, and he felt heartbreaking pain.

The pain subsided quickly within a few seconds, and I felt a little dizzy again.

Suddenly, Zhang Yunwu felt that the prayer lamp representing Wen Zhaodi in the lake moved.

He stared.

Wisps of thin white mist linger on the lotus leaf lamp.

The red candle in the lotus leaf lamp kept twisting, and slowly and vaguely turned into the appearance of his wife Wen Zhaodi.

Naked and sexy.

Just like the women in a romantic place, they all exude temptation.

Zhang Yunwu was in a daze, his breathing gradually became heavier, and wisps of blood seemed to crawl out of his pupils.

"Daddy."

The sleeves were gently pulled.

Zhang Yunwu suddenly came back to his senses and found that the red wax standing quietly in the lotus leaf lamp was still there, and there was no wife.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?"

Zhang Yue'er looked at Zhang Yunwu who was sweating profusely with a worried look.

Zhang Yunwu raised his head and glanced at the Fuzzy Golden Buddha. He was a little confused about his reaction just now. In order not to worry his daughter, he smiled and shook his head, "It's okay, let's go home." He took off his coat and wrapped it around his daughter.

As he walked on the road, Zhang Yunwu became increasingly dizzy, and the sound of chanting continued to float in his ears.

There seemed to be countless blurry figures twisting before his eyes.

These figures can be vaguely distinguished as the graceful figures of women, twisting like beautiful snakes.

Occasionally, the sound of chanting turned into a sultry sound.

Zhang Yunwu's breathing became heavier and heavier.

Every pedestrian he passed seemed to look like his wife in his eyes. Or cuddling in the arms of fellow men, laughing and chatting, or coquettishly...

Zhang Yunwu almost rushed forward several times.

The bloodshot eyes in his pupils became denser and denser, intertwining like spider webs, and his red eyes were filled with a strong aura of violence.

"Bitch..."

The man's lips trembled slightly.

-

Separated by a door, there is a man and a woman.

There are dangers everywhere.

Wen Zhaodi picked up the broken pieces of porcelain on the ground and held them tightly in her hands. She stared at the door and tried to use the tingling sensation in her palms to wake herself up.

Drops of blood dripped from his fingers.

Hearing the woman's inquiry, Jiang Qing paused outside the door and said a little hastily: "Cousin-in-law, my cousin is lucky tonight. He and a few devout Buddhists entered the boat to listen to the eminent monks of Wuchan Temple chanting sutras and praying.

I heard from eminent monks that if you want to successfully cure diseases, it is best to cut off a few hairs of seriously ill people and place them on the altar. This will be more effective. My cousin has inconvenient legs and feet, and Yue'er is small, so I had to come.

Sister-in-law, please wait there in a hurry. Cut off some of my aunt's hair and give it to me. If it is too late, the eminent monk of Wuzen Temple may have to leave. "

Thanks to Jiang Qing's quick thinking, he made up such an excuse.

However, he underestimated Wen Zhaodi's mind.

How can a woman who has already sensed a sense of crisis believe the other person's lies?

But in order to wait for her husband to come back, Wen Zhaodi could only delay the time according to the other party's words, "Okay, I understand, you go back first, I will cut off my mother-in-law's hair and take it over myself."

"Cousin, it's just a matter of convenience, but you still have to take care of your mother-in-law."

Jiang Qing said outside the door.

Wen Zhaodi took a few deep breaths and put the back of one hand against her lips, struggling to suppress the heat.

She picked up the porcelain piece in her hand and pricked it twice on her thigh.

After letting the pain drive away desire again, the woman, who was dizzy and dripping with sweat, said with a trembling voice: "Then you wait for a while, I... I will put on clothes for my mother-in-law."

"Cousin, just open the door a crack and let me take it out."

Jiang Qing was already a little impatient.

"You...you wait first."

The pain could no longer suppress her desire, and Wen Zhaodi's voice was obviously breathless when she spoke.

There was no movement outside the door.

Before the woman could breathe a sigh of relief, there was a loud bang and the door was kicked open.

Wen Zhaodi quickly pulled her clothes to cover her body and glared angrily at the smiling handsome man at the door, holding the porcelain in her hand tighter.

Her body was hot, but her heart was trapped in an ice cave.

Brother Wu, come and save me.

The woman prayed silently.

-

At this time, the roof of Zhao Wancang's house.

Through the half-closed window sash, you can see some scenes of Zhang Yunwu's family.

In order to avoid taboos, Jiang Shouzhong turned around when Wen Zhaodi started taking a bath, letting his boss Li Nanshuang stare.

Seeing the situation inside the house, Li Nanshuang drew his sword angrily and rushed forward.

Sensing the abnormality, Jiang Shouzhong ignored the difference between men and women and quickly hugged the girl's delicate body, "Don't be impulsive, wait a moment..."

"What are you waiting for? It will be too late if you wait any longer!"

She planned to break free by force, but she was afraid of hurting Jiang Shouzhong, so the girl's delicate and cute face turned red.

"Believe me, it can be stopped."

Jiang Shouzhong was also nervous and tried to calm down the girl.

He glanced at Feng Yichen who was meditating with his eyes closed next to him.

Standing next to the young Taoist priest was a woman who looked exactly like Wen Zhaodi!

It's just that his eyes are lifeless, like paper puppets.

"I don't know if this trick of replacing a civet cat with a prince will be successful."

Jiang Shou was at a loss in the center.