Dressed as the protagonist Shou's brother who died young

Wen Song looked at the mask in his hand, "But what if the person my consciousness is attached to is not a woman?"

"will not."

Yin Su returned with certainty.

"Why?"

Yin Sudao: "In the world of comprehension, the love flower symbolizes the hot love between Taoist couples, and the leaves supporting each other under it, one black and one white, represent the yin and yang of men and women."

"The pattern of my mask is the red petals and black leaves of the love flower, which caused the consciousness to be attached to the man, but your mask is patterned with red petals and white leaves, and the consciousness should be attached to the woman."

Wen Song looked at the scene where the woman finally sacrificed the monks in the city on the stone wall, and was a little scared, "Fellow Daoist, can we put on the mask together?"

"No," Yin Su said, "I can't guarantee that no other monks will enter the city. It would be too dangerous if the two of us fell asleep together."

Although Wen Song was disappointed, he also knew that Yin Su's actions were right, "Then...did no one protect the Dharma for you before I came here?"

"Ah."

Wen Song's eyelashes were half drooping, and half a shadow fell on his moist and pure eyes, "Fellow Daoist should send me a message earlier."

Yin Su smiled, "You want to protect me?"

Wen Song nodded.

Yin Su looked at Wen Song's look of thinking for him, but he didn't say "with your cultivation, it's useless even here".

After the two returned to the ground, they were still in the woman's room.

Before putting on the mask, Wen Song grabbed Yin Su's sleeve, "Fellow Daoist, after my consciousness is attached to the woman, can you keep using the spell of consonance?"

Seeing the uneasiness on Wen Song's face, Yin Su agreed to him.

Only then did Wen Song lie down in peace, and when the mask was put on, Yin Su disappeared in front of him, replaced by a handsome man.

His face was as cold as jade, but after seeing "her", he showed a clear smile, "Meier."

Only then did Wen Song realize that his spiritual consciousness had already attached to the woman.

When the woman saw her lover, she walked over with a smile. She gently took the man's arm and said cheerfully, "Look, do my eyebrows look good today?"

The man raised his hand and stroked her brow bone, "It's suitable for both shades."

The woman smiled deeper when she heard this.

Wen Song, who was attached to his body, felt the sweetness, and he knew that this was the emotion in the woman's heart.

Wen Song looked at the surrounding environment, and it was not much different from the City Lord's Mansion he entered. Perhaps it has gained popularity and is more lively than later. This time should be what happened after the woman was admitted to the mansion.

Then the scene changed, and the two hugged each other in the Tixiu Garden full of joyous love flowers.

The woman snuggled into his arms, with indelible tenderness in her eyes, "Bai Lang, who are we going to invite for our glass-making ceremony?"

"As you like," the man wrapped his arms around the woman's waist, bowed his head and kissed her temple hair, "but you and I have to invite friends."

"As it should be."

At this time, the woman's mood changed again, and her anticipation was mixed with strong love and joy.

After that, there is a picture of a woman dancing in neon clothes among the flowers of joy, a man practicing sword, and there is also a picture of two people playing chess and cooking tea.

Speak and laugh at Yanyan, it's better to be quiet.

Two months later, the city lord's mansion was hung with red silk to welcome the guests. The woman sat behind the dressing table decorated with phoenix patterns and took a selfie in the mirror. The person in the mirror had green temples, red lips, and beautiful dimples. It was the happiest time in a woman's life.

After staying with the woman for several months, Wen Song could feel her growing admiration for the man. Looking at the beautiful face in the mirror, he unconsciously began to worry.

As soon as the good day arrives, the woman followed her maidservant to the glass-making ceremony.

She thought she was going to the other side, but she knew she was going to the abyss.

Her hope, admiration, and joy suddenly turned into despair, resentment, and sorrow when the man turned away without even explaining.

The gorgeous skirt dragged on the ground, revealing a bit of desolation.

The invited guests left one by one, and the glass-making ceremony became a joke.

The woman leaned to one side and laughed foolishly, "Bai Lang, how can you not want Meier?"

Maybe it's the effect of empathy, Wen Song looked at the woman's smile with tears, his heart was extremely sour, his sad tears fell down, "Friend Yin, this woman is really miserable!"

"Yeah," Yin Su knew that this ugly thing likes to cry, so he also responded.

After the woman was abandoned, she lost her soul for a long time. Wen Song, who didn't cry much, would cry every time she saw her.

To be honest, Wen Song is not bothered by crying, and Yin Su is almost annoyed by his crying, "Why can't you hold back your tears?"

Wen Song cried and said, "I just couldn't hold back the tears."

Listening to the "woo woo woo" that kept coming from his ears, Yin Su felt a headache. Now he regretted agreeing to Wen Song's request to perform consonance.

When this node passed, the screen changed again, after the man had ascended.

After the woman heard the news, she became more and more insane, and her beautiful face became extremely distorted. She sealed off the entire Qianque City, only entering and not exiting,

Tens of thousands of monks in the city were thrown to the altar, their spiritual roots were drawn out, their blood was drained, and their lives were sacrificed for the obsession of a woman.

The woman stood at the highest point of the altar, her voice was sharp and resounding, "Today I sacrifice the people of Cui Bo, cursing him for lack of merit and virtue, for being a lowly person, and for not making any progress in cultivation after ascending."

Wen Song's consciousness was trembling with fright, he looked away, not daring to put his eyes on the bloody eyes under the altar.

He carefully remembered the appearance of the altar in his heart, and kept paying attention to where the altar was placed after the sacrifice.

After that day, there was only one woman left in the city. She didn't do anything every day, she just lay down under the window sill in a daze, like a beautiful flower, after it blooms in full bloom, it will decay for a long time.

Wen Song didn't see the end because his consciousness had already been sent out.

Wen Song looked at the gorgeous curtain above his head, unable to recover for a moment.

Yin Su didn't bother him, but waited for him to recover by himself.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Wen Song took off the mask on his face and let out a long sigh.

Yin Su asked, "What did you see?"

Wen Song described the scene he saw, and after he finished speaking, he couldn't help feeling sorry for the woman, "For a man, I ruined my life, why bother to embarrass myself like this?"

When Yin Su heard Wen Song talk about the scene of the woman offering sacrifices, her eyes moved slightly, "The last thing she should do is to do this after the man ascended."

"Fellow Daoist, do you think she is too cruel?"

"No," Yin Su put his finger on the hilt of the sword and rubbed it slowly, "I just think that if she did this before the man ascended, maybe she could still leave him with demons."

Wen Song's eyes widened slightly, "But the tens of thousands of monks in the city don't deserve to die!"

No matter how sympathetic he was to the woman, he shuddered when he saw those monks being drained of their blood.

Yin Su lowered his eyes to look at him, and suddenly chuckled, "There is no right or wrong in the realm of cultivation, you are not strong enough, you have to be controlled by others."