Three times married to Yama

Xia Zheng's hands trembled as he heard my words and saw the business card I handed him.

"Master Yin, I don't quite understand what you're saying." Xia Zheng scratched his head in confusion, but didn't dare to take the business card from my hand.

Upon seeing this, I immediately shoved the business card into his hand. Xia Zheng's soul is pure, just like Ye Heng's, a fact verified by Yun Fu.

A person with a pure soul would not betray others.

I said to him, "Because of some things that happened, it's not convenient for me to show my face or let others know my identity, so I need a public Master A Yin, and I think you are very suitable."

As I spoke, I patted him on the shoulder. "From the first moment I saw you, I knew you had exceptional talent and were a promising candidate for cultivation. As long as you follow along and learn from me, you will surely have your own place in the Xuanmen sect in the near future!"

"Really? Really?" Xia Zheng's eyes lit up instantly, and he was already looking forward to a bright future.

I nodded firmly, "Of course it's true, would I lie to you?"

"But didn't you say before that you had no plans to take on apprentices?"

I sighed, feigning regret, "I've thought about it for a long time, and I feel that a genius like you shouldn't be missed. So I've made a decision that goes against our ancestors' wishes: I must take you as my disciple."

My words made Xia Zheng incredibly excited and his blood boil. He immediately nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice, gripped the business card tightly, and gave me a very affirmative look!

"Master A-Yin, from now on you are my master! Please accept my bow!"

As he spoke, he knelt down and kowtowed three times to me without saying a word. Then he poured me a cup of tea and handed it to me.

"Master, have some tea."

I took the tea, took a sip, and then said, "From now on, we are master and disciple. But remember, in front of outsiders, our identities are reversed. You must not reveal my true identity to anyone, understand?"

"I know, I know! People of your caliber are very mysterious. It's my greatest honor to be your disciple!"

"No, no, no, it is my honor to be your teacher."

"..."

After a round of mutual compliments, my relationship with Xia Zheng was officially established.

Xia Zheng is particularly interested in ghosts and monsters. In fact, I could tell from the beginning that he had taken a liking to Qing Mei. This kid is definitely a talent.

I transferred my old phone number to Xia Zheng, along with all the accounts linked to it. From then on, he was Master A Yin.

The two ghosts that Junior Uncle sent have been taken to the Netherworld to do hard labor. He can't contact them, so he'll definitely become suspicious. I need to be even more careful from now on.

To make it easier for me to talk and discuss matters with Xia Zheng, I asked him to move in with us. After all, there are plenty of empty rooms in this three-story villa, and as his master, I'm certainly not a stingy person.

Upon hearing this, Xia Zheng became incredibly excited, jumping around like a monkey.

I said, "You can choose the first floor, the third floor, or the basement, but not the second floor."

Why?

Yan Jinyue and I maintain a harmonious marital relationship in public. No one else knows about our agreement, and I cannot let anyone else know.

"My husband lives on the second floor. He prefers quiet, so just avoid going upstairs unless necessary," I replied calmly.

"Okay, okay, I definitely won't bother him. Should I call him Master-Master?"

I waved my hand, "No need, you can just call him Mr. Yan."

Xia Zheng nodded, then immediately went back to the original spot to move his things.

When he returned with his things, Yan Jinyue also came back.

Then the two bumped into each other in the living room.

I looked at Yan Jinyue. There was no red cinnabar between his eyebrows, so it seemed that his clone had returned. But just to be on the safe side, I didn't greet him.

But he spoke to me first.

He looked at Xia Zheng's luggage, his long eyebrows furrowing slightly. "Ah Yin, shouldn't you give me an explanation?"

"Xia Zheng will be living with us from now on, but I've already told him that the second floor belongs to you and he won't bother you," I explained.

"Hello, Mr. Yan." Xia Zheng grinned broadly, showing off his big teeth.

He chose to live on the basement level, which has a sunken garden and overlooks a lake. The air is fresh and not stuffy at all.

Faced with Xia Zheng's enthusiastic greeting, Yan Jinyue simply nodded and did not say anything more.

After Xia Zheng carried his things downstairs, Yan Jinyue grabbed my wrist and headed upstairs.

"Yan Jinyue, what are you doing? I didn't do anything to you, did I?" I said helplessly.

Yan Jinyue pushed me into his room, and the door closed instantly.

No, wasn't he telling me to stay away from him? What's the meaning of dragging me into the house now?

Yan Jinyue looked down at me with a scrutinizing gaze. Not to be outdone, I raised my eyes and met his gaze directly.

I haven't done anything wrong, so what's there to be afraid of?

"You and I have a normal marital relationship in public. Now you're letting an outsider move in, and you've even discovered that we're sleeping in separate rooms. Do you think that's reasonable?" Yan Jinyue asked.

Is it normal for married couples to sleep in separate rooms?

How would I know? I've never been married before.

Seeing that I was still thinking, Yan Jinyue continued, "As I said before, we can't let anyone know about our agreement, so we still need to maintain a good relationship as husband and wife in public."

I rested my chin on my hand and thought about it, and realized that Yan Jinyue's words made sense.

"I know, so what?" I asked.

Yan Jinyue held up two fingers. "There are two ways."

"Go ahead," I said, ready to listen attentively to his opinion.

Yan Jinyue: "First, I will move into your room to create the illusion of a harmonious marriage."

My expression instantly cracked. "What's the second option?"

He said, "You moved into my room to create the illusion of a harmonious marriage."

No, Yan Jinyue, may I ask you, is there any difference between these two methods?

"Is there a difference?" I couldn't help but ask.

Yan Jinyue nodded seriously, "Of course, this will determine whether we live on the first floor or the second floor from now on."

I was stunned, and for a moment I didn't know what to say.

"Ah Yin?" Yan Jinyue reached out and gently poked my forehead.

I snapped back to my senses, remembering Yan Jinyue's warning to me earlier. I could only say to him, "But isn't this a bit inappropriate? I warned me before to stay away from you. What if we're sharing a room and you and I suddenly switch places? Wouldn't you kill me?"

I paused here, then asked, "I have another question: are you and the original self two different consciousnesses?"

These two are said to be one entity, but their personalities are so different.

However, Yan Jinyue did not answer my next question. Instead, she said, "I won't kill you, don't worry."

As he said this, a fleeting emotion seemed to pass through the depths of his eyes, but before I could catch it, he looked away.

"Fine, I'll choose. You can move into my room." He made the final decision immediately.

I,"……"

Then I saw him summon several paper figures to move things from my room.

When I came to my senses, my dressing table had been moved into his room.

Fortunately, the paper figures moved my bed over as well, and two two-meter-wide beds were placed in this large suite.

I secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Two beds would be fine. After all, I didn't want to sleep on the floor again. I had slept on the cold floor all night on the night I married Yan Jinyue.

"Yan Jinyue, are you sure you won't strangle me to death on the spot next time I come, right?" I asked again.

Yan Jinyue still didn't answer, but gave me a meaningful smile that looked cold and a bit different from the previous clone Yan Jinyue.

I've decided that from now on I'll only go into Yan Jinyue's room when I'm sleeping. I'm going to renovate my own study and spend most of my free time there, so I can spend less time alone with Yan Jinyue.

Xia Zheng had just finished packing his things when he rushed over to me, phone in hand.

"Master! Master! There's a new commission!!" Xia Zheng exclaimed excitedly, like a monkey.

I raised an eyebrow and looked at him. "Where did you find this commission?"

I only gave the business cards I printed to Sister Jiang, and I took them back when I left. Logically speaking, the people outside shouldn't have my business cards now.

"It was recommended by someone named Xiaoxian on your WeChat," Xia Zheng said immediately, then handed his phone to me.

I only met Xiaoxian once in Yuping Village, but she contacted me very eagerly after she returned. She and her friends also knew that I could exorcise demons and catch ghosts.

This is a bit troublesome.

However, the person she recommended seems to be in even bigger trouble.

She's quite willing to introduce business to me now.

I said to Xia Zheng, "If Xiao Xian asks later how A Yin became a man, just say that you used to like wearing women's clothes."

Xia Zheng froze, staring at me incredulously. "Huh? Master, this isn't a good idea, is it? I'm a completely straight man..."

I just stared at Xia Zheng without saying a word. Feeling my unyielding gaze, Xia Zheng could only nod with a wronged expression.

"Alright, for my master's sake, I'll wear women's clothes if I like."

I smiled and patted Xia Zheng's head. "That's the kind of good disciple your master should have."

"Master, when are we going to meet the client? I can't wait!" Xia Zheng rubbed his hands together, eager to try.

It's getting late, so if I want to meet with the client, I can't do it until tomorrow at the earliest.

"Let's meet tomorrow. You two can agree on a time and place to meet," I replied.

"Okay." Xia Zheng gave an OK sign. "I'll definitely handle it perfectly for Master."

I cooked dinner again, and he made me make the Wensi Tofu and Xuemian Red Bean Paste that Yan Jinyue had specifically asked for last time.

Sometimes I wonder if I've offended Yan Jinyue somehow, because he seems to be targeting me.

During the meal, Xia Zheng very dutifully served me food, while Yan Jinyue watched from the side with a detached gaze. Although her eyes seemed to show no emotional fluctuations, I still felt a little uncomfortable.

"Yan Jinyue, why are you standing there like that? Go eat." I asked curiously.

He usually enjoys eating, so why isn't he touching his chopsticks now?

Xia Zheng is a good man; seeing that my bowl was already piled high with food, he immediately put more food on Yan Jinyue's plate.

"Mr. Yan, your master's cooking is so good, you must eat more."

He piled a small mountain in Yan Jinyue's bowl, which surprised Yan Jinyue.

"I don't have much of an appetite today, you guys take your time eating." Yan Jinyue got up and went upstairs, ignoring us.

I looked at Yan Jinyue's indifferent back, and I felt that this Yan Jinyue was a little different from the previous clone...

Am I just imagining things?

"Such delicious food, yet Mr. Yan says he has no appetite. He's really unlucky."

Xia Zheng ate like a whirlwind, leaving not a single dish on the table.

I was watching TV in the living room until 11 p.m. when Yan Jinyue came downstairs in her bathrobe.

"Ah Yin, it's time to rest." He stood behind me, his voice coming from above.

"I'll watch for a bit longer," I replied without turning my head.

Yan Jinyue said, "You're making your disciple misunderstand that our marital relationship is not harmonious."

I waved my hand. "He's downstairs."

Just as he finished speaking, Xia Zheng came up from downstairs wearing a panda-themed pajama set, looking both innocent and honest.

"Master, you're still awake?"

I'm speechless. It's true what they say, speak of the devil and he appears.

"What are you doing up here?" I asked.

As Xia Zheng walked towards the kitchen, he replied, "Oh, I'll go check the fridge to see if there's anything to eat. I'm a little hungry."

?

This young man is great; he can eat and digest food well, even though he just ate dinner not long ago.

When I looked at Yan Jinyue again, he raised an eyebrow at me, glanced upstairs, and gestured for me to go back to my room and sleep.

I'll go back then. It's not like we haven't shared a room before.

I turned off the TV and went upstairs, with Yan Jinyue following behind me.

The room lights have been changed to a soft, warm yellow, giving the whole room a cozy feel.

Goodnight, I'm going to sleep.

There was a screen separating the beds between Yan Jinyue and me, which I thought was quite nice; at least it didn't feel like a standard hotel room anymore.

However, I woke up in the middle of the night because I was cold.

I'm not usually afraid of the cold, but the bone-chilling cold was just too obvious; even the air I breathed in was cold.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw a tall, black figure standing in front of my bed. He leaned slightly forward, his deep eyes staring straight at me.

I,"……"

Sometimes, such a sudden and forceful action can be truly frightening.

"Yan Jinyue, what are you doing?" I really wanted to ask him what was wrong with him in the middle of the night, why he was standing in front of my bed instead of sleeping.

Yan Jinyue's eyes flickered, a hint of doubt in them. "You just had a nightmare, didn't you know?"

What? I froze. Was I having a nightmare?

But why don't I remember anything about it? Logically, if I had a nightmare, I should remember some of it for a short time after waking up, right?

But I have absolutely no recollection of it.

"You're not lying to me, are you?" I asked, frowning.