Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

The man's eyes immediately turned red, and the bitterness in his heart grew more and more. After hesitating for a moment, he told the two of them the truth.

It turned out that this evening, a matchmaker came to propose marriage and gave a lot of gifts as a sign of her respect for the girl.

Normally this should be a good thing, but the person she is going to marry is the young master of the Li family.

Everyone knows now that if the young master of the Li family marries a woman who dies, isn’t this equivalent to sending his daughter to her death?

"We don't want to do that, but what can we do? All the land in the entire village belongs to the Li family." The man said with a bitter face.

"If you can trust me, I will leave this matter to the two of us monks."

Chang Qing slowly raised his eyes, and his compassionate and clear eyes suddenly smiled, just like broken ice in spring, catching people off guard.

She had been planning to deal with the ghost bride, and now was the perfect opportunity to lure out the ghost bride's true identity.

The man was so happy that he almost cried.

After the man left, Yu Zexun looked at Chang Qing and asked, "What do you want to do?"

Chang Qing said nothing, but just looked at him straight. The candlelight fell on her thick eyelashes, covering up the alienation in her eyes. This look made Yu Zexun's heart skip a beat, and an ominous premonition suddenly arose in his heart.

The next night, a slightly chilly night breeze blew, and the wedding procession arrived at the yard with the bridal sedan chair amid music and dance. The bride got into the sedan chair with the help of the matchmaker.

Then, the bridal sedan was carried away with music and drums.

The night was getting colder and colder, making people suddenly feel that they had arrived in the coldest months of winter. The bright moon in the sky was also covered with a layer of gray and softness, and was not very clear.

There were no guests or greetings around, and no children asking for candy. On the empty country road, there was only a wedding procession moving forward in the night. Even the festive red color lost some of its color under the pale moon. It was particularly creepy, with an indescribable weirdness and bleakness.

The wedding procession did not carry the bridal sedan to Li's residence, but instead came to a courtyard where several coffins were placed.

At the matchmaker's signal, the bride lay down in the coffin, and then the coffin lid slowly closed, leaving only a small gap for air to pass through, and everyone retreated to guard the door.

After an unknown amount of time, Chang Qing felt a little sleepy and almost fell asleep. Suddenly, a cool breeze hit her and woke her up instantly.

The Buddhist beads on Changqing's wrist flickered, emitting Buddha's light that filled the sky. Only a woman's miserable cry was heard, and after a moment, silence returned.

As soon as the sky was slightly bright, the matchmaker came to the house with people, opened the coffin, and saw that the person was still alive and ruddy. The matchmaker's face showed ecstasy: "He is still alive, hurry up, pack up, don't miss the auspicious time."

Changqing got on the bridal sedan again and came to Li's house. Due to the special circumstances of the Li family and the fact that it was not yet an auspicious time, she was arranged to stay in a side room.

Not long after, the door was pushed open and a man in wedding clothes walked in.

Chang Qing's vision was blocked by the veil, and she could only feel someone approaching her. The man stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to lift the veil to get a glimpse of the face underneath.

"Qian Lang, how could you betray me?"

A female voice with a crying tone suddenly sounded in the room. As the voice appeared, the swaying red candle in the room shed a line of red tears, and the atmosphere suddenly froze.

"You are not Qianlang."

The woman was a little frightened, followed by extreme indignation: "Who are you? Where is Qianlang? Let him come out to see me. I only see the new man laughing and not the old man crying."

"he died."

Yu Zexun was born with a good-looking face, handsome and sharp, with a kind of careless and romantic feeling between his brows. At first glance, he reflected a charming scene, which always made people's hearts beat wildly.

His hair was originally shaved by Chang Qing, but after one night, it grew back into a full head of black hair. Now he was wearing a groom's suit, and the corners of his clothes fluttered with every step he took.

"I don't believe it. You must have made it up to trick me."

The female ghost smiled desolately, and drops of blood and tears fell to the ground, which was so beautiful that it was frightening: "Qianlang, Qianlang, come out to see me. If you don't come out, I will kill the entire Li family and let them accompany me to die."

Chang Qing lifted the veil, removed the illusion, and restored her appearance. She looked at the female ghost with black air all over her body and her abdomen, and her eyes narrowed slightly: "Where is your child?"

The female ghost subconsciously reached out to cover her abdomen, looking at Chang Qing with sinister eyes: "So it's you two, damn monk, since you want to die, then I will grant your wish."

"Amitabha."

Chang Qing had always suspected that the ghost had given birth to a child, but he had no evidence. Now seeing her reaction, he was immediately confirmed.

Against the red backdrop of the room, her face looked even more like white jade. Her cold and compassionate eyes added a touch of mercy to her paleness. With a light tap of her toes, the Buddha's light rippled out from under her feet and spread out to all around. The sound of Buddhist scriptures could be heard in her ears, and all she could see was the Buddha's light in the sky, illuminating the world and falling heavily on the female ghost.

The female ghost screamed in pain, and her resentment became even stronger, especially when she saw the Li couple who had just stepped into the door. Her eyes looked as if she wanted to eat them, and she was determined to kill the two people even under the Buddha's light.

"Suniang, don't."

Hearing the familiar voice, the female ghost quickly withdrew her hand.

"Qianlang."

The Li couple opened the umbrella in their arms, and a transparent figure appeared, as if it would be blown away by the wind. He was dressed like a scholar, as gentle as jade, and his face was filled with anxiety.

"Suniang, please stop committing murder. It's not good for you."

When the ghost bride saw the scholar, her tears and blood fell even more violently. The black energy on her body dissipated, revealing her original face, bright eyes, white teeth, and a swaying figure.

The Li couple said with grief on their faces: "After you died, Qian'er didn't eat or drink, like a walking corpse, and spent a long time in a daze. We heard a Taoist priest's words and asked him to marry a wife to cheer him up, but we never thought it would lead to such a disaster."

The Li couple regretted their decision and forcibly separated the two people. As a result, they lost their only son and his body was controlled by someone evilly for a long time.

Chang Qing said, "Can you tell me the whole story now?"

It turned out that the ghost bride and the scholar met at the Qiqiao Festival and fell in love with each other, but their families were not a good match. The Li couple firmly disagreed with this marriage, so the two eloped down the mountain and lived a happy life.

It was not until the Li family members came to the door and forcibly took the scholar away that the ghost bride ran out to chase them and was beaten to death on the bridge. Even her three-month-old baby in her belly died tragically.

After she died, she met a Taoist priest.