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Zhang Ziyao said: "I don't understand what crazy words you are talking about."

"Meng Po that woman clearly said that when you wake up, you are a complete person with all emotions and desires. You can cry, laugh, and make trouble. Now look at you," Zhu Jiuyin bent down, pinched the boy's face and pulled it aside. Disgusted, "It's not as good as before."

Su Lian added calmly at the side: "Is it because you are not as good as before?"

Zhu Jiuyin turned her head, looked at the god of disaster expressionlessly... then turned to look at Zhang Ziyao and said, "If you have different experiences and different memories, you should be counted as two people. It's not fair to hate this gentleman."

Zhang Ziyao was stunned.

Seeing that there was something going on, Zhu Jiuyin hurriedly continued: "What's more, what happened in the previous life has passed so long, so what's the point of pursuing it now?"

Zhang Ziyao raised his eyebrows.

Su Lian was still in charge of the narration and added: "It's been a long time since I heard a scumbag speak with such a righteous standard, I admire it."

Zhu Jiuyin ignored him, walked to another room, lifted the Wangchuan basin placed in the corner to have a look, shook it again, and finally looked inside and out of his head Once again...he still didn't realize what was wrong—after Zhang Ziyao woke up, his anger towards him was too inexplicable and three-dimensional. You must know that he never thought this little idiot was such a nosy person...

Putting down the broken pot, Zhu Jiuyin sighed, thinking: the weather is getting colder, I should take a breath tomorrow to stir up the earth-shaking situation in Yunqi Kingdom, and make that poor monk have a lot of shit, so he has to find something to mess with this past life and present life pot.

……

Thinking so, put down the basin, Zhu Jiuyin went to the underworld again.

With his sleeves covered, the man walked straight to the end of the line after passing the sign that said "Meng Po Soup Line Up Here", and stood in front of the woman stirring the soup with her head bowed: "Give me a pot."

Granny Meng raised her head, and saw a handsome man standing in front of her with a blank expression. The latter said with a blank expression, "What's the matter with your tattered Wangchuan basin? It was promised that after seeing the previous life, the lost emotions and desires will return to the body." What about it? After my pet came out from inside, the master didn’t even recognize it, so you return my silly little pet!”

"How do you know, my lord, that you didn't have all kinds of emotions and desires after you came back and thought that the previous owner was too stupid, even if you stopped the loss?" The enchanting woman standing behind the pot put the wooden spoon in her hand to the side of the pot, "What's going on?"

"The little pet I raise blames me for the experience of the previous life."

"What happened to your lord in your previous life?"

"Flirt without marrying."

"Isn't this the daily life of adults?"

"...I'm not like this now. If you know your mistakes, you can correct them. There is nothing good about it." Zhu Jiuyin said expressionlessly, "I have been locked in the painting for hundreds of years without seeing the sun, and I regret this problem every day. Such torture is not enough Well, after finally getting out of the painting, why do you continue to be troubled by this?"

Granny Meng complained when she saw this man standing here and babbling, and looked at the ostentatious dragon behind him, everyone with necks on their bodies, and looked at the team of new dead ghosts who dared not speak out, and sighed: "My lord! , no one knows what your pet has experienced in that basin. People's past life and present life are logically incompatible... What was lost, or what was lost, or what was even exchanged, it was just a mess. mess-"

Zhu Jiuyin was confused: "What's the difference between what you said and what you didn't say?"

Meng Po: "Why don't we make it simpler?"

Zhu Jiuyin: "Tell me."

Meng Po: "My family doesn't know."

Zhu Jiuyin: "..."

Granny Meng sighed: "My lord, the story of you jumping up and down for a human child these days has already spread."

Zhu Jiuyin: "So what?"

Meng Po: "Usually getting in a relationship with you won't end well..."

Zhu Jiuyin didn't like to listen to these words, and his face immediately became gloomy——Zhu Jiuyin is still Zhu Jiuyin, when he usually pretends to be crazy and stupid, everyone still has the courage to give him a sentence or two of half-truth and half-fake advice, but when He showed this expression, which means that the topic cannot be further discussed... Seeing this, Meng Po had no choice but to keep her mouth shut...

Seeing that she really didn't know anything, Zhu Jiuyin didn't want to waste any more time with her, so she turned around and went to the sky again.

……

The man and the dog outside the Nantian Gate still had their nostrils upturned.

Erlang Shen asked, "Why are you back?"

Zhu Jiuyin thought for a while and said, "Look for Old Yue to reminisce about the old days."

Erlang was stunned for a moment, and then showed an expression of "I'm going to laugh my teeth off": "Is there something wrong with my ears, Mr. Zhu Jiuyin is starting to care about my love issues—yo, your puberty is really long enough, how many times?" A thousand-year-old talent is beginning to bloom, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

"Go away!"

Zhu Jiuyin's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and with a wave of his big hand, he pushed away a person and a dog in front of him, and walked in swaggeringly - in front of Yuelao Temple, the door of the temple was closed tightly, as if the owner had been away for a long time ...Zhu Jiuyin stood in front of the door: "If you don't come, I will demolish the house, count to three, one, two—"

The door opened with a "squeak".

The old man with white beard and red clothes appeared behind the threshold, and looked at the man standing outside the hall with embarrassment on his face: "Xiaoxian has lost his way, what can you do, my lord?"

"I've never come to you before, why are you so afraid?" Zhu Jiuyin rolled his eyes in circles, "Is it true that the stinky old man Taishang Laojun said something in your year-end party? What is this gentleman saying that doesn't sound good?"

...Do you want someone to tell you about your crap?Yuelao murmured in his heart, walked down the steps, and asked again: "What is your lord doing?"

"Looking for you," Zhu Jiuyin lazily said, "Of course I'm looking for marriage."

The two of them walked towards Yuelao Temple as they talked—it was said to be Yuelao Temple, but it was actually just a courtyard. There was a gravel path in the courtyard, and trees with pink flowers in full bloom were planted on both sides of the path, with pink flower clusters on the branches. Surrounded by crowds, there are no green leaves at all. When the wind blows, countless petals fall like rain...

Zhu Jiuyin sneezed.

The fairy mist floating in the small courtyard is also pink. At the end of the gravel path is a tall wooden frame with countless small wooden signs hanging on it. There are red threads tied to the top of the wooden signs. The red threads are tangled together in a mess. If you take it out and look carefully, you can't find where it ends...

Not far from the wooden shelf is a spindle rack with a thick bundle of red thread on the wooden sign. Several girls in red are dividing their work in an orderly manner. One person writes the wooden sign, and after finishing writing, hand it over to another person. Let it dry, the third person handed the dried wooden sign to the fourth person standing beside the spindle frame, she took the red thread, wound it thinly, then cut the red thread, and tied the other end to another wooden sign , Shouting "It's a marriage"——

The red light flashed, and there was another pair of idiots and girls in the world.

When he came to the wooden shelf, Zhu Jiuyin curiously picked up a wooden sign and glanced at it. The person's name was on the front, and the person's relationship history was on the back——at what age did he first fall in love, at what age did he first kiss, at what age did he get married, at what age? Divorce his wife at the age of a few years, remarry at a few years old, and stay with his first wife until they are separated at a few years old.

Zhu Jiuyin: "...It's kind of interesting."

Elder Yue carefully snatched the wooden sign from Zhu Jiuyin's hands, and put it back on the wooden stand tremblingly on tiptoe: "Whom do you want to marry?"

"Of course it's my lord."

"The matter of marriage is originally a secret, as the saying goes, the secret must not be revealed-my lord, you can't do it, you can't do it!"

Amid Yuelao's shouts, Zhu Jiuyin had already pulled the wooden sign with his name on it and began to flip through it. On the front was written "Ancient Twelve Witches Ancestor Zhu Jiuyin", and when he turned it over, there were eight large characters written on the back: No Evil, No Evil , without details.

Zhu Jiuyin: "...It seems that my image and reputation in the emotional world is also a mess."

While talking, he followed the red line on his wooden sign to find out what the wooden sign tied to the other end looked like. The red line was extremely long, and while avoiding Yuelao's pursuit, Zhu Jiuyin silently collected the red thread. It was easy to catch up with him, and Zhu Jiuyin also felt that the red thread in his hand seemed to be stretched to the end, and his brows were happy——

Yue Lao jumped forward.

Zhu Jiuyin stepped back with a little force.

With a soft "pop", the end of the red thread emerged from the intricate thread ball, and it hung down lightly, swaying with the wind.

Zhu Jiuyin: "..."

Looking at the empty red line, Zhu Jiuyin felt for the first time that her heart was also empty——

"What does this mean?" The man held up the other end of the red line, "I am doomed to be alone forever?"

"Huh? No, if you were destined to be alone forever, you wouldn't have woven red threads and put them on the shelf..."

Yuelao was also stunned, narrowing his eyes slightly in confusion, and stepped forward, picked up the other end of the thread and looked at it carefully for a moment, and finally looked surprised: "This...how did this happen?"

Zhu Jiuyin: "What? Make it clear and don't play charades!"

"My lord's red thread is broken for some reason," Yuelao said anxiously, "I asked you not to pull it like that—"

"The quality of your red thread is poor because I pulled too hard?!" Zhu Jiuyin's eyes widened. It's the fault of you poor quality products!"

"...My lord, please calm down. My lord doesn't know. Once this marriage thread is tied, it cannot be broken. If it takes time, it will be broken suddenly, unless the marriage is compatible and one of the two parties wants to make love and step into Buddhism..."

"Fart!" Zhu Jiuyin stared, "What kind of monk is he doing?!"

"...Dare to ask my lord."

"what?"

"You've been 'he' and 'him' from the very beginning," Yuelao hesitated, "Have you already determined who is on the other end of the marriage line?"

"..."

Changing candles this time, Jiuyin was stunned.

He obviously didn't know.

Who is on the other end of his marriage line?