chapter 1-3 众神新娘 The Bride of deity

Ābèi had met Lord Lóng- nián in the form of a divine man only once. She only wanted to count it once because he transformed and ran away from her the first time.

The second time, he accused her of a lie and then soared into the air as before.

The third time, he sent her to this room. That's why she had the opportunity to consider his elegant face.

His eyebrows were parallel to his slender eyes. The beautiful red eyes like marble made him look aggressive, but if you look at him closely, he's so gentle and kind. He was like the wind of nature. His nose was prominent. His lips were also rosy, red like the petals of a plum blossom.

He's the most attractive man she has ever met!

But she's not enamored with the appearance of the Long Nian Deity. She just didn't have the opportunity to admire beautiful things very often because she had been at Tiān Long Temple Mountain all her life. Disguised as a male servant, she rubbed her face with coal.

The men she met every day were balding old monks, and market sellers.

She saw beautiful flowers, a beautiful woman in the brothel, whom she used to travel to because she wanted to meet her mother someday. She said to them, 'Beautiful.'

It is appropriate to offer compliments. When Master Huì míng complimented her for "doing well" or "well done," she was inspired to continue working hard in order to survive, and she was always cheerful.

Most of all... she's still alive!

Ābèi smiled widely at herself. After waking up for a while, she explored her room.

Her dwelling is similar to a prison cell. But there is a bed with soft fur. The light came from a window smaller than the palm of her hand.

It has been bliss.

If it's the winter season with snow everywhere, this room must be so warm that she wouldn't have to curl up in front of the fire like in a shabby hut.

She had been more difficult. Her slender hand was cracked and rough. Her lips were devoid of moisture, covered with blood, and inflamed in winter. Her body was so skinny that she could see the bones. Even her hand had muscles. because every morning she had to fetch water to deliver the vegetables to the mountain. by forbidding the use of the immortal spell to help. She will be punished if her master finds out later.

Every morning, she had to go into town to buy food supplies. Traditionally, monks in high mountain temples would not go downhill. Everything is the duty of Chinese royal servants. facilitating so that they can practice with all their might.

The servants had Ābèi and a few villagers who came to help from time to time. Everyone would receive a small fee for the support of the city lord and the millionaire who came up to make merit.

Look at this! How's she going to spend the money she's accumulated all her life? She did not buy anything on the market yet. Why had nobody told her? She's going to die...

"I miss you so much, Master; no one keeps complaining that I am weak and limping. I carry water up the hill. I always murmur to you. Then you keep telling me that I was involved in work. Duty must be done... I want to go back and deliver food to all of you again..."

She threw herself down on the bed. She wants to do the same thing she always does, no matter how difficult it is. She was grateful to Master Huì míng for helping her by using the protective shield to keep her alive.

Master Huì míng had mercy on her and accepted her as a disciple in secret. teaching her everything. Tell her that one day she might need it.

Knock Knock...

Ābèi turned to look at the open door. probably a servant in the house. The male servant was small and slender, with a white face and a beautiful figure like a woman but looking like a man.

"Oh, you..."

"You can call me Ābèi."

"You... you... here you are!" Suddenly, a loud voice rang out, staring at her with a stunned look.

"What's wrong?"

"You... how did you survive from my lord poison...? and... what's on your forehead...?"

She grabbed her forehead like a slap on a bug. got up and looked at the large mirror in the corner of the dimly lit room with curiosity.

The red lines were drawn gracefully. It resembles a fireball but looks more figurative. She doesn't know what the symbols mean.

"Why is there a snake badge on my face? But was it a snake? It was like a flower petal stuck in the middle of my face. I don't know what flower. It doesn't look like a flower anymore..." She frowned. turning towards the male servant standing in front of the door.

"Didn't your master tell you who I am?"

"His Lord's not allowed to ask. I'm here to fulfill the Lord's orders to bring you clothes, food, and water. He ordered you not to wander around."

"You can call me Ābèi. I'm not an arrogant person."

"We do not associate with humans."

"It doesn't matter if you call my name or my surname. which is different. How are you not associated since you've been standing and talking to me for a while?"

The servants of this house began to feel fed up with her. He didn't step into her room but put those things on the floor.

Ābèi thought that she should make friends with someone in this place. If he might be able to ask for her help someday, she spread her hand to talk.

"I was a servant before. I have to follow my master's orders every time, but he's good. My master gives me reasons every time. He let me carry at least ten wooden barrels up the mountain each day to train my strength. sweeping and mopping for self-discipline; cooking food for people, so I know humility; knowing how to reach out to help others; having done all the difficult tasks... Perhaps you'll come to me someday for advice... arrr..."

The listener walked for a long time. She's the only one who's talking alone. So, she sighed.

"Right, you guys... It's not that you don't associate with humans, but no one associates with you. What dreadful manners."