Fast time travel: The host takes his life and frantically teases and criticizes the villain

Lumen Temple.

The wooden door was pushed open, and the setting sun pulled the short shadow on the door to the ground, stepping into this peaceful place.

The lights in the ancestral hall are brightly lit, and the candlelight jumps slightly with the flow of air, staring at the visitors.

Master Shangchun, who was dressed in a simple dark blue robe, picked up three sticks of incense, lit them with candles, and bowed solemnly three times.

"Master, Master, that boy He Qu is back."

After pondering for a long time, Master Shangchun continued: "This kid has managed to hide everything from me. Fortunately, he was not dragged away for cremation."

"Now that he's back, his spiritual tablets won't bother you two here."

As she said that, she took down the spiritual tablet with He Qu's name written on it. There were only three spiritual tablets in the direction she worshiped, and now there were only two.

Master Shangchun touched the spirit tablet with his wrinkled hand, and the words on it disappeared.

"Master, when you asked me not to accept a disciple, were you afraid that I would die badly if I went to avenge my disciple? Now it seems that the fate of death has been resolved by that kid himself..."

The setting sun disappeared into the bottom of the mountain, and the door of the ancestral hall was opened again.

Master Shangchun walked through the long corridors and came to the main hall. In the field of vision, two tall figures were kneeling on the futon, looking forward, solemnly and seriously.

Master Shangchun stayed in place and stopped moving forward, with clear colors reflected in his clear eyes.

The light and shadow flowed, and the sun rushed into the hall, sticking to the back, exhaling warmth.

"Come over for breakfast!"

Master Shangchun's voice came from far away, and He Qu and Cheng Yan helped each other up.

"How are you?" He Qu himself was used to kneeling. Cheng Yan insisted on kneeling with him, but he couldn't even shout.

"It's fine." Cheng Yan took two steps to show that there was nothing wrong with his legs.

Breakfast was noodles with vegetables and poached eggs. Master Shangchun had a medium bowl in front of him and two extra large bowls of noodles next to him.

"Morning Master."

The two of them said hello in unison and sat down after receiving the answer.

"After eating, go and purify yourself, and then go to the ancestral hall to burn incense sticks."

He Qu responded: "Okay, Master."

"I have been out for a while, so you have guarded your home. Don't wait for me to come back and have to buy a ticket to enter your home." Master Shangchun continued.

"Where is Master going? What do you need me to do?" He Qu put down his chopsticks. For so many years, Master rarely went out, and everything was left to him.

"No, I'll leave in a moment."

"Plane or high-speed train?"

"What do you care about?"

Master Shangchun thought he was verbose, so he got up and left the table.

He Qu looked at his master's back and then at Cheng Yan, with a rare hint of confusion in his eyes.

"Don't worry, Master, she just wants to go out for a walk." Cheng Yan held his hand and gently rubbed it with his fingertips.

He Qu lowered his eyelids. In his last life, he was always in a copy of the infinite paradise. In the end, he didn't know what happened to his master, let alone what his master was going to do on this trip in the original trajectory.

Cheng Yan patted the back of his hand, put away the bowls and chopsticks, "Go take a bath and burn incense."

When He Qu came out after finishing the incense, he looked at Cheng Yan's smiling face and lowered his eyes, "What is this?"

Cheng Yan took his hand and walked into the pavilion, "The hair dye I made is purely natural and has no additives."

"Then I will enjoy the service of Lord Ghost King."

He Qu sat down on the stool and let the other party move on his hair.

The sun shines through the gaps in the branches, casting mottled light spots. The breeze blows, and the light spots dance on the tree crown, and the light and shadow wake up instantly.

Cheng Yan looked at the hair dye tutorial that 009 found and operated it carefully, "Aren't you afraid that I will ruin the dye for you?"

"You're holding your face up." He Qu pointed at his face and spoke in a light tone.

Cheng Yan laughed, "Yes, if the sky falls, there will be a face to hold it up."

He Qu's hair is of good quality and has not faded seriously. Compared to the original blue color, it is now lighter but more natural.

Therefore, Cheng Yan only dyed the roots of his hair. The new color was very similar to the original blue. You can only see the difference if you look closely. It has a slight gradient feeling, which is more or less a success.

"Taoist Master, are you satisfied?" Cheng Yan looked quite satisfied.

"Satisfied." He Qu hooked the back of his neck and pulled him to his eyes for a kiss, smiling broadly, "Reward."

Before Cheng Yan could react, He Qu had already let go of him and pulled him away.

"I'm tired, go back to sleep."

The two stopped in front of a wing, opened the door, and the dust instantly jumped for joy under the beam of light.

He Qu's room didn't have too many decorations, and because it hadn't been occupied for a long time, it looked very deserted.

He Qu brushed his fingers across the table, and a layer of ash suddenly stained his hands.

He smacked his lips, "Master really doesn't want to touch my things."

He only heard a snap of his fingers behind him, and immediately the dust on his fingertips was included, and the whole room took on a new look.

Looking back, he met the man's complacent eyes and raised his eyebrows, "That's quite impressive, Mr. Ghost King."

Cheng Yan tilted his head and raised his lips with a smile, "It's an honor for me to serve Director He."

As he said that, he glanced around and said, "Where's the spare three-piece set? I'll sleep on a different bed to make it more comfortable."

He Qu took out a dark blue three-piece suit from the cabinet that was exactly the same as the one on the bed, and then took out a quilt, and the two of them changed into it together.

After kneeling all night, they were somewhat tired, so the two of them got on the bed and fell asleep quickly.

The chirping of cicadas and birds outside the window disturbed the peace of the house.

The sun gradually set towards the west, and it was already dark when I opened my eyes again.

He Qu raised his eyelids and saw darkness, and the familiar scent of grass and trees around him only made him sleepier.

"Are you awake? What do you want to eat?" Cheng Yan pinched the earlobe of the person in his arms.

He Qu sat up and stretched, "Let's go to the kitchen first."

The two washed up and made some food in the kitchen. When He Qu went to call the master, he found that the master had already left.

"Master is gone, let's eat."

The two of them chatted while eating dinner.

Cheng Yan gave him vegetables, "Have you always lived in a Taoist temple?"

"Well, there are only two of us, Master and I. We didn't go to school. Master taught me everything."

"Have you ever caught a ghost?"

"Of course I caught it," He Qu remembered something and smiled happily, "When I first entered "Yin Wedding", I thought, I have learned skills for more than 20 years, but I still can't control a little ghost king?"

He stared at Cheng Yan, quite unconvinced, "Although you are a fool, you are quite capable of handling me."

Cheng Yan glared, "Why am I stupid? I won't admit it."

He Qu supported his chin with one hand and looked at the other person up and down, "I'm really not stupid anymore in this life. It's strange. Why?"

Cheng Yan thought for a while, "Maybe... that was also my last life?"

He Qu raised his eyebrows, "Do you want to ask God?"

Asking God is a method of divination. This method can get the answer directly without deduction, but it is extremely energy-consuming.

They all have doubts in their hearts that cannot be solved for a while, but they can choose to ask God.

Cheng Yan pondered for a long time and said, "Let's take a look. This problem can be big or small."

It doesn't matter if it's small, but if it's big, they're afraid it'll be too big for them to bear, which would be fatal.

He Qu nodded indifferently, his lowered eyelids covering up the exploration in his eyes.

That night, the two lay on the same bed and fell asleep again, but Cheng Yan's consciousness had left his body.

"Host, we have matched you with the copy of "Echo of the Dead". You will enter the copy in three seconds. Please be prepared, 3, 2, 1..."