Tragic death on wedding night, replacement doctor concubine reborn to kill the whole family

"Originally, my wife and I were in love, but it was because you gave this talisman paper to Mengchun..." Qing Chang'an expressed all his resentment.

Ada was also very angry and said: "If it weren't for this talisman paper, how could our master be so indecisive?"

The old Taoist laughed, "If you don't give me a chance, how can Mengchun stay with you?"

Qing Changan: "..."

"Let me guess, you and Mengchun already have children. This is the cause. You have been entangled for a long time."

The old Taoist priest squinted at Qing Changan and began to count with his fingers again, "You allowed others to get close to you and harass you, how can you blame the old Taoist's talisman paper?"

"If it weren't for your talisman, how could our loving couple drift apart——"

"Haha, it's you who changed your mind."

"impossible!"

The old Taoist smiled and said, "Of course it's impossible. There must be something that you want to escape from, and other women have become your gentle place to escape to."

Qing Changan took a step back with a weak step, and Ada hurriedly supported him, "Sir..." Didn't the lord gradually avoid having sex with the lady just to make her drink less fertility-enhancing drugs, and then -

Anyway, Ada couldn't remember when the adults started to go to Mengchun's room frequently.

What Ada can think of, how can Qing Changan not think of it.

"That's me, that's me——"

The old Taoist shook his head, "Well, no matter what your reasons are, the results will not be perfunctory. This is your own cause and your own result."

As he said this, the old Taoist returned the talisman to Qing Chang'an and said, "You, your wife committed suicide because she was so heartbroken. If you had known this earlier, why would you have deceived yourself and escaped?"

Qing Changan fell to his knees in front of the old Taoist priest and burst into tears, "I'm sorry, Aying..."

"Why don't you give me some gold and I'll perform a ritual for you so that your wife can enter the Pure Land?"

Qing Changan didn't really believe in the afterlife. He only cared about Aying. "I have a lot of gold, but is there really an afterlife?"

"If you believe it, it exists. If you don't believe it, it doesn't exist." The old Taoist laughed, and as he laughed he felt like crying.

"I believe it, old Taoist. I believe it." The old Taoist looked at the sky, with endless thoughts.

Qing Changan saw that the old Taoist was acting crazy. If he had not seen the old Taoist's abilities before, he might have gotten up and left.

"I believe it! If there really are dead souls and an afterlife, I'll ask the Taoist priest to do something to make my Ah Ying forget the harm I've done to him..."

"You want me to go to the capital?"

Qing Chang'an nodded heavily. It would only take three days to get to the capital from here. The weather was not too hot. Ah Ying had arranged for them to stay in the ice cellar. Regardless of whether it was true or not, he wanted to give it a try...

Three days later.

Qing Chang'an and his party finally arrived in the capital.

The old Taoist priest had all the utensils for dinner, and he looked very professional. His every move, every movement, and every word he muttered shocked Qing Chang'an's understanding.

He knew that in the Imperial Observatory, Rong Jian was the person closest to a god, but the man in front of him had fluttering sleeves and seemed to be covered in golden light when he performed a ritual, illuminating the entire ice cellar.

All the magical instruments seemed to be infused with life when he used them, emitting a bright light. In the Tai Chi Bagua formation, lines of magic symbols were faintly visible, which was very shocking.

Qing Chang'an approached Xie Ying and looked at her lying quietly on the ice, those vague symbols wrapping her up.

"Aying, Aying, if there is an afterlife, I will never let go of your hand, Aying..."

The old Taoist priest withdrew his magic power, and the entire ice cellar became dark, with only the flickering light of the candle on the candlestick.

The old Taoist spat out a mouthful of blood, and was so weak that he needed to hold on to the wall to stand. "Qian Jin, you can't break your promise!"

Seeing the old Taoist spitting blood and looking weak after performing the ritual, Qing Changan's eyes gradually became firm, "I will never break my promise!"

Aying is gone, everything is gone.

What does he need these possessions for? "I will sell this house to raise money. If it's still not enough, Taoist priest, please give me some time."

"it is good."

Qing Changan immediately let Ada in. Before the old Taoist left with Ada, he looked back at Xie Ying and said, "Even if she has a spirit in the afterlife, she won't remember the sad things. She will only remember the sweet three years she spent with you."

Mortals pursue past and present lives.

What he wanted was to go back to the past. Unfortunately, he had studied hard until now, spent millions of dollars, made various magical instruments, and studied ancient books left by the ancients, but he still couldn't go back.

"It's better to bury her as soon as possible."

Ada supported the old Taoist and walked away.

Qing Chang'an crawled beside Xie Ying, "Aying, Aying——"

After five days of changes, Qing Chang'an finally buried Xie Ying. Then he sold his property to fulfill his promise to give the Taoist priest a thousand gold coins.

"I still need three hundred gold." Qing Chang'an knelt in front of the old Taoist priest, "Master, please accept it. Master, please accept me as your disciple."

The old Taoist saw that Qing Chang'an had given up his worldly ties and laughed, "You are all fools."

He looked at Qing Changan and said, "Well, the three hundred gold coins will be your apprenticeship gift from me as your master."

Two months later, Qing Chang'an resigned from his post and followed the Taoist priest back to Laochen Mountain to purchase a lot of scarce supplies.

The years in the mountains passed by like a passing moment. He also learned some Taoist techniques, inherited the mantle of Taoist Chen, and began to specialize in numerology. If there is an afterlife, he will definitely continue his relationship with Aying.

"It's this dream again..."

When Qing Chang'an woke up, he secretly clicked his tongue. There was a hint of understanding and shame in his eyes. What kind of dream could he dream over and over again?

He raised his hand, made a gesture, and a spark of light appeared on his fingertips. With a wave of his hand, the fire dissipated.

Qing Chang'an's pupils were as shocked as if they were shaking. This was not a dream!

Everything he learned in Laochen Mountain over the decades was true, which means that Aying was his wife in his previous life.

And he-

In his previous life, he was entangled with Mengchun in order to escape his mother's urging to have a baby, which eventually led to Aying becoming so disappointed in him that she hanged herself.

"Aying...Aying..." He had just taken two steps when he spat out a mouthful of blood. He covered his chest, frowning in pain, and finally returned to the bed.

Qing Changan took the talisman paper wrapped around Ah Ying's hair and looked at it. He suddenly thought of the way Ah Ying looked at him today. It was different from before. He could not have imagined that look at that time, but now -

The look in his eyes seemed like he was looking at an old friend.

He dreamed of his past life because of the talisman paper wrapped around his hair. What about A-Ying? Did she have the same dream?

It seems that she doesn't show any disgust towards herself.

Qing Chang'an still remembered that his master had said that he had erased Aying's sad and tragic memories, and she would only remember the three years when they were in love.

Boom boom boom—boom boom boom—

Qing Chang'an's heartbeat became uncontrollably excited. The word "husband" she said today, was it the husband of her husband or the husband of her teacher?

Looking at the talisman paper, Qing Changan didn't dare to enter the dream again. His betrayal of Aying was like a curse. He had clearly gotten what he wanted, but he was let down like this -

Damn him!