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

The people of Qingshi Town all know that a divine couple lives on Yunqi Mountain, which is shrouded in mist all year round.

No one knows when they arrived; they just suddenly appeared in this remote town one day.

The man had a cool and aloof demeanor, while the woman was excessively lively.

This couple was not only good-looking, but also excessively kind-hearted. If anyone's house was haunted by evil spirits, they only needed to tell them, and they would arrive as promised.

"Look, Miss Ji and her husband are here to buy peach blossom wine again."

Aunt Li nudged the person next to her.

A man in a dark long robe was patiently waiting at the stall, carrying two bags of pastries in his hands, his gaze gently fixed on the woman beside him. The woman was happily admiring the stall owner's handmade pastries, her laughter ringing out.

After finally obtaining the peach blossom wine, the two held hands and walked up the mountain together.

Ji Chaoxi and Xie Qingyan have been living here for a year.

Xie Qingyan built a small bamboo house. The first floor had a spacious kitchen and a long veranda. The second floor was the bedroom, and by opening the window, one could see the lights below the mountain and the stars in the sky.

Xie Qingyan valued this house very much. Like an ordinary person, he went to the forest to select sturdy wood, chopped the wood by hand, and built it himself. The windowsills were carved with patterns that Ji Chaoxi liked.

He always felt that what he made with his own hands was different from what he conjured up.

Taichu Temple remained quiet for a long time.

Master Changsong initially thought Xie Qingyan and Ji Chaoxi were just playing house, and that they couldn't stand life without the protection of the Taoist temple, so they left for a while and then came back.

However, a year passed, and Xie Qingyan really had no contact with Taichu Temple.

Master Changsong deeply regretted his past actions; if he had agreed then, things might not have escalated to this point.

Zhi Xuan often wrote letters to Ji Chaoxi and the others, mostly about trivial matters, such as new disciples arriving at the Taoist temple or Ji Chaoxi's favorite stall moving away.

At this time, the parrot ghost would stand on the table.

"I told you from the start that she wouldn't be able to adapt to life in the capital; she's a country bumpkin." The parrot ghost pecked at its feathers. "Write that sentence down for me."

Zhi Xuan's lips twitched, but he still wrote down the parrot ghost's words.

Zhi Xuan would often receive replies, and sometimes even a few paintings depicting Ji Chaoxi and Xie Qingyan's home.

Zhi Xuan knew at a glance that this must have been drawn by Ji Chaoxi; his senior brother didn't have the patience to draw for him.

When Xie Qingyan left, it caused a great sensation. Such behavior was undoubtedly unconventional, but no one expected that the person who did such a thing would be Xie Qingyan.

Zhi Xuan has now become the senior disciple, but he is not as patient as his senior brother. He is too lazy to teach those disciples and too lazy to catch ghosts every day.

What he did most often was sit in the courtyard with the parrot ghost and chat about the people in the capital.

"Next time I go there, I want to visit Miss Ji and my senior brother."

"Then don't forget to bring this bird with you."

It also kind of misses the ghost in that village.

"certainly!"

The following year, the crabapple orchard of Zhao Dahu in Qingxi Town was full of fruit.

He was overjoyed and, accompanied by his servant, headed to the Taichu Temple to donate incense money.

However, when they tried to find Xie Qingyan, the disciples inside told them that Xie Qingyan had already left the monastic life.

The wealthy Zhao and his servant were extremely shocked.

Finally, Zhao the wealthy spent a lot of money and used his connections from the village to the capital, going through countless hardships to finally get news of Master Xie.

Xie Qingyan left the monastic life because of a woman.

The wealthy Zhao and his servant looked at the paper over and over again, their faces filled with disbelief.

Later, Zhao, the wealthy man, asked someone to bring Xie Qingyan a few boxes of gold, and also said that he couldn't let his wife suffer, so he wanted to buy her some clothes.

In Zhao the wealthy man's eyes, Xie Qingyan was an honest and upright Taoist priest, so naturally he didn't have much money, and the woman must be suffering with him.

As a result, he received a letter from Xie Qingyan.

The letter was very concise. It first thanked Zhao Dahu for his concern, explained that he was not short of money, and finally listed some methods for protecting the fruit trees.

"Master Xie is still such a kind person." Zhao, the wealthy man, said with tears in his eyes.

The servant sighed, "If only Master Xie could come to our village."

Their village has beautiful mountains and clear waters, it's actually quite nice.

Just as the two were lamenting about life, Sister Qin was quietly reading the contents of the letter.

She wouldn't mistake the ghostly aura on the letter; it was Ji Chaoxi's ghostly aura.

Unexpectedly, what she said back then was true; she really did end up with a Taoist priest.

Following the ghostly aura, Sister Qin trekked through mountains and rivers, overcoming countless obstacles, and after an unknown number of days, finally arrived at Yunqi Mountain.

Unable to enter the bamboo house, she could only display her beautiful singing voice from a short distance outside.

Ji Chaoxi quickly ran out and saw Sister Qin floating in the air. She was overjoyed: "Sister Qin!"

Sister Qin floated around her, sizing her up. Seeing that she was full of ghostly energy, she finally felt relieved.

"Chaoxi, your sister Qin has come to give you a book. This book is a collection of the best knowledge from several of us village sisters. You must study it carefully."

With a serious expression, Sister Qin pulled out a book titled "The Complete Collection of Female Ghost Songs".

"Even when you're away from home, don't forget our female ghost's singing voice; you must practice diligently."

Ji Chaoxi was moved to tears: "Thank you, Sister Qin."

She never expected that Sister Qin would send her a secret manual.

Sister Qin patted her shoulder and said earnestly, "Do you remember what I told you before?"

Ji Chaoxi nodded vigorously and said crisply, "If you don't practice for a day, your hands and feet will become slow; if you don't practice for two days, you'll lose half of your skills; if you don't practice for three days, you'll be sweating in vain; if you don't practice for four days, you'll meet your ancestor!"

Sister Qin finally showed a satisfied smile.

"Then I'll be going."

Ji Chaoxi reluctantly pulled her along, saying, "Sister Qin, why don't you rest for a few days before you leave?"

Sister Qin's lips twitched: "No, Sister Chaoxi."

She had no penchant for associating with former Taoist priests.

She never expected that her younger sister Chaoxi would actually succeed in winning over that Taoist priest.

That's really impressive.

So, under Ji Chaoxi's watchful eye, Sister Qin quickly floated away and soon disappeared from sight.

Xie Qingyan and Ji Chaoxi formed a pact of brotherhood.

It locks Xie Qingyan's life and protects Ji Chaoxi's soul, binding Xie Qingyan's lifespan in the human world with Ji Chaoxi's lifespan in the afterlife.

That day, when Ji Chaoxi released the water lantern, the wish written on it was that one day Xie Qingyan could help her pass on to the afterlife.

Xie Qingyan didn't say anything at the time, but the idea of ​​forming a bond of mutual understanding began from that moment.

And he did have his own selfish motives; human lifespans are shorter than those of ghosts.

He knew how lovable Ji Chaoxi was, and he couldn't accept that she would fall in love with someone else after his death. He could never let her go.

Even in death, her soul will bear his mark.

Outside, the torrential rain pounded heavily on the green bamboo, and the mountains were shrouded in mist, making the verdant peaks appear faded. Inside, however, candlelight flickered, and the air was filled with intimate sounds.

"Xie Qingyan, you're always like this..." Faint sobs could be heard from inside the room.

She was blindfolded by a dark ribbon. The loss of sight amplified her other senses. She could hear the continuous sound of rain inside the house and the crisp sound of bells on her ankles.

Sometimes she really doesn't know who the ghost is.

A light blue outer robe and a light scarlet skirt lay scattered on the ground, while a pair of small, white silk stockings lay forlornly to one side.

Xie Qingyan leaned down, his hot breath hitting the back of her ear, his voice hoarse: "Xixi, don't cry..."

He was just trying to appease her verbally.

The crisp sound of bells inside never stopped, almost drowning out the sound of rain outside. Ji Chaoxi felt extremely ashamed. She subconsciously wanted to cover her face with her hands, which were covered in hickeys, but the next second, he grabbed her wrist and pressed it above her head.

Xie Qingyan's eyes were red at the corners. He gently kissed her face, his voice tinged with grievance: "Xixi, I like looking at you."

Slender legs were exposed to the cool air, and a pair of large, well-defined hands instantly covered them, pulling them back into the bed curtains.

The fragrance inside grew stronger, and the sounds of rain outside and bells inside mingled together, with the faint sound of a man's soft coaxing voice also mixed in.

The small vendors down the mountain looked at the rain with worry.

"It's been raining non-stop, how are we supposed to do business?" Uncle Li sighed.

Looking at Aunt Li, who was still angry beside him, he said helplessly, "You can't blame me for this. Who knew it would suddenly start raining halfway there?"

Aunt Li was so angry she didn't want to look at him: "When I left home, I told you not to come today, but you insisted on coming. If you were even half as good as that Mr. Xie, I wouldn't be so angry."

Uncle Li laughed in exasperation: "How many Xie Langjuns are there in this world?"

Aunt Li rested her chin on her hand, staring silently at the water droplets on the ground, and the atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

A soft laugh suddenly came from beside her, and a twin pink lotus flower with water droplets on its stem suddenly appeared before her eyes.

"How embarrassing, a lotus flower paired with a beautiful woman."

Aunt Li's ears turned red, she snorted, and took the pink lotus leaf.

"It's so sour!"