Wanfo Temple, an ancient temple of a thousand years, stands majestically.
Dependent on the mountain and water, it remains green throughout the four seasons. The clouds and mist envelop it, where Buddha's light occasionally reveals itself, seeming to be a paradise isolated from the world.
Wanfo Temple not only thrives with incense smoke, but also houses countless Buddhist scriptures and ultimate teachings, making it a sacred place in the hearts of practitioners.
Xuan Ji led Yu Yao to the Wanfo Temple. He stood tall and straight like a pine tree, with stable and powerful strides. His handsome face was without peer, as if a god had descended from heaven.
Yu Yao sauntered behind him, dressed in a scarlet long dress, her figure graceful like a willow, swaying her skirts with the wind.
Xuan Ji, who was walking ahead, suddenly said, "This is a pure and tranquil place of the Buddhist sect; one must not move about carelessly to avoid offending the gods."
The voice was emotionless, like the clear and cold stream in the mountains, without a hint of emotion.
Yu Yao nodded slightly and expressed respect: "Following the teachings of the master."
Xuan Ji seemed quite satisfied with her attitude, though she was a spirit, her manners and respect were quite good.
Originally, they had thought of locking her up, or at the very least, finding some monks to keep an eye on her.
At this moment, he felt that it was not necessary.
Thinking that the spider spirit had not done any harm, Xuan Ji placed her in a secluded and somewhat cold side hall.
This is done to allow her to often listen to Buddha's teachings and purify the demonic aura around her.
From then on, she turned her heart to righteousness.
The moonlight is like water, filtering through the discolored window sashes, adding a few tranquility to this narrow space.
Xuan Ji said seriously, "Be good at practicing here, do not generate various thoughts."
With his hands behind his back, the moonlight shone on his resolute face, adding a touch of coldness and sanctity, as if he were a god descending from the Moon Palace.
Yu Yao slightly raised her head, and her eyes flashed with cunning, asking in a low voice, "Master, if I dedicate myself to Buddhism, can I truly wash away this demonic aura?"
The man in front of her is a high-ranking Buddhist monk. Ordinary seduction techniques might not work on him.
To win his favor, one must take a different approach.
At the very least, it should reduce his hostility towards her.
In this way, I can go closer to him.
Xuan Ji folded his hands in prayer and murmured a Buddhist mantra, then he slowly said, "If one's heart is sincere, the divine will respond. As long as the donor truly repents, there will be a change."
The sound of his voice is like the tolling of a distant bell, echoing in the peaceful night.
Yu Yao slightly frowned and said again, "Master, how can I truly understand the Buddha's teachings? I fear that I am too dull-witted to grasp it."
Her fair brows were tightly knit, and she looked worried, taking an unconscious step forward.
It caused a gust of wind, which disordered a few strands of hair.
Xuan Ji retreated two steps, his gaze calmly observing her, and replied, "Buddhism is boundless and needs to be felt with the heart. Understanding can be gained from the small details of daily life. One should not rush for success."
Yu Yao lowered her head, deep in thought, like a shy lotus blossom.
In silence for a moment.
She raised her head again, her eyes bright with determination, and smiled, "Master, I understand. I will strive to do my best."
Xuan Ji nodded slightly, turned away, and his figure gradually vanished into the hazy moonlight.
The moonlight seemed to clothe him with a layer of silver gauze, making his profile even more mysterious and lofty.
Yu Yao watched as Xuan Ji's back turned away and sighed lightly, turning back to the house.
The room was filled with the faint scent of sandalwood, and the moonlight filtered through the window sashes, casting a silver glow on the floor.
She walked to the bedside and sat down, supporting her chin with her hands, closing her eyes, and began to sort out the memory plot.
This is a realm of mortals and demons, inhabited by deities, demons, spirits, ghosts, humans, and cultivators of various beings.
The original owner was a spider spirit from the Cloud-Pattern Cave of the Spirit World, who had cultivated for over 1300 years.
Although the cultivation level was not exceptional, it was sufficient to stand out.
The original owner had six older sisters, each of whom was very beautiful and whose cultivation was far superior to hers.
The original owner was the youngest and, originally, her life was relatively peaceful.
Until one day, the original owner encountered a poor scholar named Su Jin.
Su Jin was handsome, with a refined and elegant appearance, full of talent and ambition.
Unfortunately, his family background was poor, his parents had passed away, and he had to make a living by copying books and writing couplets for people. He lived on the edge with meager income.
If he wanted to change his destiny through the imperial examination, this amount of money was far from enough.
Yu Yao fell in love with Su Jin at first sight, not only enchanted by his talents but also pitiying his pitiful background.
Thus, she came to Su Jin's side regardless of her six sisters' vehement opposition, and willingly took care of his laundry, cooking and managing the household.
She even generously offered her savings to support his studies for the imperial examination.
The original owner was a beautiful woman, and she devoted herself wholeheartedly to Su Jin.
Su Jin was naturally overjoyed and cared for her deeply.
And he solemnly promised that once he passed the imperial examination and was named on the golden list, he would marry her with an eight-horse sedan chair.
The original owner believed it without question, and she gave her all, truly giving of herself.
The two of them had also shared a period of blissful, intimate time.
The original owner became increasingly enamored with him, considering him more important than her own life.
Su Jin did not disappoint the original owner's expectations, after years of hard work, he finally passed the imperial examination and became a top scholar.
But what the original owner awaited was not the anticipated eight-horse sedan chair, but a powerful elder monk with great magical abilities.
It was a day shrouded in darkness, with violent winds howling, and the world was filled with an air of severity.
It turned out that Su Jin had already discovered the original owner's demonic body, while she had been blissfully unaware of it, foolishly believing that her identity had not been exposed.
The elder monk was the one that Su Jin had called to deal with her, with the purpose of eliminating her.
The original owner was no match for the elder monk, who broke her cultivation and revealed her true form, causing her to die on the spot.
Even in the final moments of her life, the original owner could not understand why the man she loved, Jinglang, would treat her so cruelly.
Was it merely because she was a demon?
Even though she was a demon, she had never had any intention to harm Su Jin. On the contrary, she loved him wholeheartedly, taking care of everything for him and supporting his imperial examination journey.
Now that he has become a top scholar, he not only dislikes her demonic body but even wants to kill her.
The original owner's heart was filled with resentment, but her life was at stake, and she could only watch helplessly as she died in bitterness.
Yu Yao furrowed her brow and cupped her chest, even though she received this body, she could still feel the overwhelming hatred of the original owner.
"Who are you? What is the world mission?"
She asked the system internally.
The system quickly appeared, and it was not a usual human-like voice.
But it was an ice-cold mechanical voice: "Ding, now I have assigned the host a task. Task one, give birth for the child of destiny, Xuan Ji. Task two, let Su Jin get the deserved retribution, fail to pass the imperial examination for life, and live as miserably as possible."
Yu Yao understood in her heart that the second task was completely effortless for her.
Su Jin was just a mortal, it would be easy for him to deal with him.
But the first task was not easy to complete.
Xuan Ji is a high priest of the Wan Fo Temple, and it is extremely difficult to give birth to him.
Sometimes she couldn't help but think, why not take a chance to force Xuan Ji?
After ingesting the childbearing pill, she would find a place to hide secretly.
Since the task only requires her to give birth to Xuan Ji, there is no requirement that she must be with him or win him over.
But, she has always been perfectionist when it comes to completing tasks.
In every world, she aims to win over the male protagonist and achieve a perfect ending.
Yu Yao thought about it repeatedly and felt that this method was feasible.
But she still wanted to try and win Xuan Ji over. If it didn't work, then she would take him by force.
A cool breeze swept through the courtyard of the temple, rustling the leaves.
Yu Yao looked up at the branches being blown by the wind, her mind filled with countless thoughts.
The temple bells rang softly, adding to the serenity and solemnity of the place.
The candlelight inside flickered slightly, casting a glow on her exquisite features.
The moonlight penetrated through the window paper, casting a faint shadow.
In the following days, she listened to Buddha's teachings seriously.
She did not make any attempts to seduce; it seemed as if she was sincerely accepting the teachings of Buddhism.
In addition, she often went down the mountain to help the common people.
For example, she would provide free medical care to the poor people.
For instance, she would use her own money to buy a large amount of grain and distribute it as porridge outside the city to alleviate the hunger of the people.
Or it could be at 3 in the morning, using her own magical powers to repair bridges and pave roads to make it easier for people to travel.
In summary, as long as it was a good deed she could do, she would do it without any hesitation.
Xuan Ji watched all this silently, and his impression of her improved significantly.
Sometimes, he could also smile and chat with Yu Yao a few words.
No longer as cold and distant as when they first met.
