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

After taking a shower that evening, Ji Chaoxi tried to tie her undergarment herself.

But the more she tried to tie it, the more messy it became. Ji Chaoxi frowned. What was going on? She had tried tying it before, and there had been no problem.

But today, no matter how she tried, she just couldn't tie it properly. In the end, she even tied several knots that were impossible to untie.

Ji Chaoxi's palms were sweating, and she began to feel anxious.

Xie Qingyan casually asked from the doorway, "Miss Ji, are you done washing?"

Ji Chaoxi hurriedly replied, "Not yet."

She continued to tie it up silently.

After a while, Xie Qingyan's voice rang out again: "What's wrong, Miss Ji? Is there a problem?"

Ji Chaoxi cleared her throat awkwardly.

"No problem, I'll be going out in a bit."

Oh no, she said she would do it this morning, and then this happened tonight.

"Squeak—"

The door was pushed open.

Xie Qingyan looked over and saw that Ji Chaoxi's face was flushed red, and the ties on her body were tied in a mess. She turned her head away and refused to look at him.

Neither of them spoke. Xie Qingyan approached her, his tall figure blocking her view. Ji Chaoxi still carried a warm, damp scent, and water droplets from her hair fell onto his hand.

Ji Chaoxi leaned against the door, and Xie Qingyan stood in front of her. He patiently untied the knots and then tied them back up one by one. The air between the two of them became increasingly stuffy, and their breaths mingled.

Xie Qingyan looked at her red ears, held her in his arms, and quietly dried her hair.

Ji Chaoxi buried herself in his arms, refusing to look up. Xie Qingyan chuckled softly and pinched her ear.

From that night on, Ji Chaoxi never mentioned dressing herself again.

The banners for summoning souls and the wine flags fluttered in the wind, and the cries of vendors echoed from the street. Every now and then, someone rode a horse through the middle of the street.

Several government officials and the Taoist priest from before were sitting at a stall eating, looking very relaxed.

Several disciples of Taichu Temple could no longer stand by and watch.

"We're here to find vengeful ghosts, not to eat."

"You only have so much time to search each day, when will you ever find it?"

"People are in a state of panic right now. If we don't catch the evil spirit as soon as possible, what will the people think?"

The government official, with his legs crossed, glanced at them sideways: "You can't just starve yourself to catch ghosts, can you? You think you can catch ghosts on an empty stomach? I don't understand you people from Taichu Temple."

The Taoist priest who had sat down said sarcastically, "Fine, fine, so you disciples of Taichu Temple are so amazing, so you care about the common people while everyone else doesn't?"

I've been annoyed with these disciples of Taichu Temple for a long time; they all pretend to be so serious.

"you!"

The Taoist priest said coldly, "What do you mean, 'you'? It's just that Taoist priests from Taichu Temple like to steal credit."

"Since you feel truly wronged, I can go and explain to the Imperial Preceptor." A clear, cold voice rang out from behind.

The disciples of Taichu Temple's eyes lit up: "Senior Brother."

The government officials immediately stood up and gave a dry laugh: "Thank you, Daoist Master. We were really just hungry, that's all."

"Let's go find it now, right now."

The person next to him got his leg stuck in the stool, and the person wearing the hat quickly pulled him out.

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

"well!"

The disciples from other Taoist temples were still sitting on the stools, their faces alternating between pale and flushed.

Xie Qingyan stopped in front of the City God Temple.

The officials nearby quickly spoke up: "Master Xie, last time you asked us to find a place with strong incense offerings, we've already looked at this City God Temple."

The City God Temple was the place in the city with the most yang energy and the most incense offerings, but Xie Qingyan felt a chill.

He looked toward the inconspicuous sewing shop not far away. Xie Qingyan remembered that Ji Chaoxi had looked at this sewing shop for quite a while last time.

Xie Qingyan closed her eyes. Besides the temple bells and the conversations of passersby, there was also the sound of a needle slicing through something.

The officials stood beside him, not daring to utter a sound.

Xie Qingyan pushed open the door of the sewing shop. As soon as he opened it, a wisp of black smoke billowed out, and the expressions of the Taoist priests became serious.

The shop was very quiet. Xie Qingyan remembered that last time there was an old woman sitting in the corner of this shop, along with a few servants, but today there was no one there.

"Master Xie, is that ghost hiding here?"

"It's so cold."

"Come closer to me."

Several government officials were discussing in hushed tones.

Xie Qingyan followed the scent and found an unfinished patchwork garment. It was very colorful, but the patterns on it were writhing strangely.

Xie Qingyan ignited a wisp of Dao fire at his fingertips and brushed it over the Hundred Families Garment. The garment immediately emitted a series of mournful cries, and after a short while, the tattered pieces of cloth transformed into twisted black shadows.

Every silhouette in the clipping is exactly the same as those children who have fallen into a coma.

The officials turned pale with fright and quickly retreated a few steps, hiding behind the Taoist priests.

Taoist priests are more familiar with this kind of thing; ordinary people like them should stay out of it.

"The incense at the City God Temple can mask the ghostly aura. That vengeful ghost took advantage of the people's prayers for peace and cut off the shadows of their children," Xie Qingyan said calmly.

The talisman fell to the ground, releasing several grains of spiritual sand, and the spirit-locking array directly enveloped the entire sewing shop.

Just then, a shrill scream suddenly came from upstairs, and black mist kept surging downstairs, frantically crashing against the gaps in the shop.

The government officials were so frightened that their legs were trembling. The three of them huddled together tightly in a corner.

The black fog grew thicker and thicker, exuding a strong ghostly aura, and screams kept tearing at their eardrums.

Several Taoist priests from Taichu Temple had already begun setting up an array, their faces full of excitement, confident that they could finally subdue this vengeful ghost.

The Taoist priests behind them frowned deeply. Even though the disciples of Taichu Temple already possessed so many things, they still came to snatch them away.

The Emperor values ​​the disciples of Taichu Temple, as do the Imperial Preceptor and the common people. Does this mean that apart from Taichu Temple, no other Taoist temples are considered Taoist temples?

They exchanged a glance.

Just as Xie Qingyan was about to execute the final hand seal, a Taoist priest suddenly grabbed the soldiers in the corner and, using his Taoist energy, slammed them towards the door.

The formation was forcibly broken open, and the vengeful ghost huddled in the corner instantly seized a gap and rushed out of it like a madman, its ghostly energy suddenly invading the hearts of several Taoist priests nearby.

"Pfft—" Zhi Xuan crashed to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The soldiers who were used to break the formation collapsed at the shop entrance, fainting from fright.

Xie Qingyan quietly watched the Taoist priest holding the ritual implements.

The Taoist priest hurriedly put away his ritual implements, stammering, "Thank you, Master, I just..."

Before he could finish speaking, his neck was gripped tightly, and he was lifted off the ground. Xie Qingyan's hand tightened inch by inch, and the Taoist priest convulsed wildly, his eyes filled with pleading.

"Seeking immortality and the Dao requires cultivating a heart that can save the world. If one releases ghosts and harms living beings for a mere reward, how can one even speak of cultivating the Dao?"

Xie Qingyan's tone was full of disgust.

Just when the Taoist priest thought he was going to die at Xie Qingyan's hands, he released his grip.

The other two Taoist priests were so frightened that they scrambled away without even glancing at the dying Taoist priest on the ground.