Quick Transmigration: Don't Let an Honest Man Become a Villainous Supporting Female Character

"What is Granny Wang afraid of?" Xie Qingyan asked, looking at her.

Seeing that Xie Qingyan was relentless, Granny Wang hardened her face and spat a mouthful of thick blood directly onto the soul-guiding banner.

"A mere child!"

act recklessly!

Zhao, the wealthy man standing nearby, was startled. Why was this old hag Wang resorting to violence when she couldn't win an argument? He quickly hid behind a tree with his servant and watched cautiously.

"Keep it up, Master Xie!"

"Keep it up!" the servant chimed in.

Granny Wang frantically shook the bell in her hand, and suddenly a cold wind arose, with countless whirlwinds rushing towards Xie Qingyan.

Xie Qingyan steadied the gourd with his left hand and drew a talisman in the air with his right. The talisman emitted golden light and passed through the mist of Granny Wang, immediately breaking the soul-guiding banner in two.

With a loud bang, Granny Wang was thrown over and crashed heavily into the old tree. Black blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, and her old face was filled with shock.

The wealthy Zhao and his servant couldn't help but shout with joy.

Seeing that the sorceress Wang had been defeated.

Zhao, the wealthy man, swaggered out from behind the tree, dragging his servant along.

"Wang the fortune teller, Master Xie is indeed very skilled."

"Master Xie comes from a respectable Taoist temple."

Zhao the wealthy man also emphasized the word "upright".

Granny Wang stared at him with a gloomy expression. Zhao, the wealthy man, tensed up in fright and gave a dry laugh.

"Wang the fortune teller, you're injured, you should go back and rest."

Only after seeing Granny Wang walk away did Zhao the landlord breathe a sigh of relief.

"Master Xie, shall we..."

Seeing Xie Qingyan's actions, Zhao the landlord immediately fell silent.

That old witch Wang really did have a spy hidden in his mansion!

On the way back, Zhao the landlord couldn't help but make a joke.

"Is this gourd Master Xie's treasure? I saw Master Xie protecting it the whole time."

Xie Qingyan remained silent.

Zhao, the wealthy man, didn't feel embarrassed. These Taoist practitioners always had their own tempers.

Compared to the Taoist priests he had previously hired, Xie Qingyan's temper was abnormally good.

After entering the house.

Xie Qingyan opened the gourd and helped Ji Chaoxi lean against the bed. She looked better than before, but was still very weak.

In order to stabilize Ji Chaoxi's soul, Xie Qingyan had to get close to her back. He gently stroked her shoulder with his right hand and loosely held her wrist with his left hand. A white light instantly surged around the two of them.

Countless glowing runes surrounded Ji Chaoxi, eventually seeping into her wounds.

In the white light, the two figures were very close, their Taoist robes and plain white skirts intertwined.

"Taoist Master..."

Xie Qingyan could feel Ji Chaoxi constantly absorbing his vital energy. The veins on the back of his hand bulged, his brows furrowed tightly, and he tried his best not to smell the faint fragrance in the air.

Xie Qingyan originally only wanted to stabilize her soul, but Ji Chaoxi, in her unconscious state, kept consuming the yang energy he was transferring to her in order to survive, and blood couldn't help but flow from the corner of Xie Qingyan's mouth.

Ji Chaoxi's mind was in a complete mess. She unconsciously moved closer to the heat source beside her. The ghostly energy gradually wrapped around Xie Qingyan's neck, turning into countless strands that burrowed into his collar and cuffs, constantly wandering over his skin. The soft sobs were hooked.

As the last bit of vital energy was poured in, Xie Qingyan calmly placed Ji Chaoxi on the bed.

His Taoist robe was already torn apart by ghostly energy, the collar was slightly open, his chest was heaving violently, and his hands hidden in his sleeves were trembling slightly.

Xie Qingyan stopped looking at Ji Chaoxi on the bed. He closed the door, sat cross-legged outside, and coldly chanted scriptures.

"The Great Dao is formless, yet it gives birth to heaven and earth; the Great Dao is without emotion, yet it governs the sun and moon..."

But whenever he stopped, the delicate fragrance would unconsciously linger around his nose, his brows would furrow, and he would recite the scriptures faster and faster.

This thought lingered for the entire night.

Before the dawn broke through the clouds, a thin layer of mist filled the air, birdsong broke the silence, and the bamboo tips in the courtyard still had a few drops of dew on them.

Xie Qingyan slowly opened his eyes, and when he saw the person so close to him, a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

Ji Chaoxi squatted down in front of him and smiled at him: "Master Xie, thank you for saving me."

Xie Qingyan looked away: "There's no need for thanks, young lady. Saving people is my duty."

Ji Chaoxi followed behind him: "But I'm not human."

Xie Qingyan added, "Saving ghosts is also an option."

Ji Chaoxi pouted and clung to Xie Qingyan, saying, "Master Xie, it seems like there's something wrong with my ghostly energy. I can't bully anyone anymore."

Xie Qingyan paused for a moment: "It should be a problem with the talisman. This is a Taoist talisman, so absorbing it naturally won't harm anyone."

Ji Chaoxi exclaimed, "But what if I run into Granny Wang again next time? I'll be even less likely to beat her."

Xie Qingyan lowered his eyes and said, "Then I will offer incense to you, young lady, from now on."

"Master Xie, could you make offerings to me? I also want to be worshipped; ordinary paper money isn't enough."

Xie Qingyan responded and sat down.

Ji Chaoxi looked at Xie Qingyan writing her name on the paper and was pleasantly surprised: "Master Xie, how did you know my name?"

Xie Qingyan wrote calmly without saying a word.

Ji Chaoxi didn't care, because finally, paper money and incense were being burned for her alone, unlike those wandering ghosts who had to compete for the same blessings.

"Now I have family to burn paper money for me," Ji Chaoxi couldn't help but sigh.

Xie Qingyan paused for a moment, but still didn't say anything.

Ji Chaoxi watched him write intently from the side: "Master Xie, you seem unusually quiet today."

She was practically leaning against the table, stray hairs falling onto the paper, the brush pen passing right through them.

"Thank you, Master Xie. You saved me, so I can repay you. Whatever you want, whether it's money or someone you want to scare, I can help you."

The faint fragrance lingered around Xie Qingyan's nose. It was very light, but more potent than any hallucinogen. Xie Qingyan frowned and suddenly felt the room become cramped.

He instinctively held his breath, but that smell had already taken root in his memory.

Xie Qingyan had always been a person with few emotions, and this unfamiliar emotion made him extremely troubled.

"Master Xie, are you busy?" Zhao Dahu's voice suddenly came from the doorway.

Xie Qingyan left Ji Chaoxi's side as if fleeing and opened the door.

Zhao, the wealthy man, was stunned to see Xie Qingyan treat him so well today, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride.

"Master Xie, my servants told me that Granny Wang has gone to the Apple Garden again."

Xie Qingyan nodded: "Then this humble Taoist will go over now."

Zhao the wealthy man quickly followed, but for some reason, he always seemed to have a chill about him.

Xie Qingyan suddenly stopped and looked at Zhao the landlord, who was puzzled by his gaze: "What's wrong, Daoist Xie?"

Xie Qingyan looked away and shook her head.

The eerie aura emanating from Zhao Dahu vanished instantly.

He cursed the old witch Wang in his heart, thinking that she must be the one playing tricks in the mansion, which was why the mansion was always gloomy.