After being poisoned by her lover

Chapter 2 Daoist!

Faint white and blue-black constitute the sky and mountain tops of Qingcheng in Ye Zhaoling's eyes. She woke up early before the sun had time to go to work.

It was an early morning in June of the tenth year when Ye Zhaoling lost his memory.

Her memory begins with a locust box in the Mama Temple at No. 6 Qingchun Road at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain.

October 6, 6 am.

She pinched her sore forehead.

Zhang Yu will come back around seven or eight o'clock, right?

She thought about it, in the past few days, Chenglongkuai son-in-law like him who married Ye's daughter had to wait at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain to pay homage to the mother.

Of course they went to the top of Qingcheng Mountain, not the nanny temple at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain.

After all, the Nanny Temple at the foot of the mountain was crowdfunded and built by Qingcheng people.

No matter if they are locals or foreigners, anyone can go in to worship.

Only Mount Qingcheng has as many rules as pi.

The Ye family, the wealthiest and most powerful family in Qingcheng.

It is like a dragon entrenched on the mountainside of Qingcheng Mountain. At night, people stand at the foot of the mountain to enjoy the cool air, and they can see a bright strip of light when they look up.

It was the famous Huoshuyin Garden Forest in Qingcheng, which was built by the Ye family around their own Ping An Building.

Rumor has it that Ye Gong built it for his ten daughters.

Ye's such a bold confidence is more bitter: the ancestors burned high incense for eight lifetimes, and won the favor of the mountain god of Qingcheng Mountain.

Every year, there is an opportunity to invite an envoy to sit at home on behalf of all Qingcheng people.

The envoy of the mountain god - the spirit master of the mountain, mother.

Therefore, locals in Qingcheng can only worship at specific times.

Even Ye Zhaoling's husband, Zhang Yu, the eldest son-in-law whom Mr. Ye relied on the most, had to stand at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain for one night, and he could only go up the mountain when he got there.

No matter how many different customs there are, Ye Zhaoling can't remember how many.

Think of this-

After taking out a pen and paper to list the names of the dishes, she wrote, "Don't come looking for me, I'm going fishing, and I'll be back when I order."

This is the work of sending a text message.It's a pity that she has been too addicted to 5G surfing recently, and every time she learns some dirty words to tease Zhang Yu.

Under the double temptation of delicious food and beauty, she didn't care about her love machine for a while.

The house was stolen!

Then, someone named Zhang "Cha Gang", and his seriousness made her feel up and down for several days.

Then there is no more.

The phone has not been returned to her yet.

Pity her brain is not so good at turning corners, how can she play with a big fox with [-] minds!

She only realized last night that this guy confiscated her love machine!
She bit the tip of her pen, and added a sentence at the end, "I've been very obedient recently! So can you return my phone, QAQ! I haven't signed in to the game for several days!"

The truth is actually a little rougher, she hasn't played a dungeon with anyone for a long time, and she has gone to the boss' lair!
She is the backbone of the boss battle!
Post this sticky note in a prominent place.

She went into the kitchen, chose a few dishes, washed them and put them aside, forgive her for only washing the vegetables, cleaning the dishes and doing some leftovers.

She could have cooked before she lost her memory.

But after amnesia, in addition to knowing my own name, I even learned basic common sense from scratch.

Zhang Yu also said that she fell in love with her, maybe because she is unique——

For example, if it rains, you will not take an umbrella to go home.

Bolt Q!Black history does not need to be frequently reviewed!
Thanks to luck, she was adopted by Mr. Ye as the first adopted daughter. If she was in another place, she might not know which river she was thrown into to feed the fish.

Fortunately, there is only one river in Qingcheng, the Qingcheng River.

She picked up her fishing gear and barrel and was ready to go out.

As usual, she expected the tools to be of real use before heading out.

On the way, the leaves of the pagoda tree rustled above my head to say hello.The elegant fragrance of Sophora japonica has been gone for several months, and embraces this small town again.

When she walked to the Diaoyutai by the river, there were only a few street lights around, and she couldn't help feeling proud, hey, the best location!bring it you!

However, in previous years, it was only a few days to grab a good position.

Most of the elders are rushing down from Mount Qingcheng.

After she sat firmly on the Diaoyutai, she glanced at the watch on her wrist, and the pointer would point to four o'clock.

Although she was sitting on the Diaoyutai, her heart was wandering, and she looked back frequently.

Sure enough, within a few minutes, a slender figure appeared on the path next to the bushes, holding a thin fishing rod, shaking it three times at a time.

It's not who the Daoist is!

Ye Zhaoling stood up after copying the bucket, then politely saluted the Taoist priest, and dragged his stool over to signal the Taoist priest to sit down.

The Taoist shook his head.

He waved his sleeves and flicked the fishing line without hooks and baits, and dived into the water with a "beep", he lifted his robe, bent his knees, and sat down in the air.

Ye Zhaoling was so admiring that he couldn't speak from the bottom of his heart.

Daoist is a strange person.

People are kind and kind, and Taoism follows nature.

In the 300-year foundation of the Ye family, there are no fewer than hundreds of famous heirs or disciples, but he is the only guest who is praised by the world for his Taoism.

At the same time, he was the benefactor who saved her life!
In this world, apart from Mr. Ye and Zhang Yu, only Taoist priest treats her best.

She was not in good health all the time. She thought it was due to congested blood pressure in her brain, causing her memory loss, and then she kept getting minor illnesses, but she went to the hospital for an examination, but nothing was found.

I met a few fortune tellers on the road, and they shook their heads when they saw her, and they all concluded that she would not live for ten years.

This is the tenth year.

It's impossible to say no to panic.

Fortunately, I met this Taoist priest with real skills.

It all depends on the Taoist priest to refine the elixir to treat her sick and weak body.

Today, she is still unable to speak, and she has layers of gratitude and admiration in her heart. There are thousands of words, but she can only express them with her eyes and actions.

Today's Daoist seems to be a little different?

She found that the old man who was usually slovenly, always wearing straw sandals, and patched Taoist robes.

He put on the used cloth shoes without any holes, and on the back of the brand new cyan Taoist robe was embroidered the word "Tao" in cursive script as big as a pot.

Can't help but feel a little curious.

You know, Taoist priests have extremely low standards for food, clothing, housing and transportation——

Live in thatched huts with bamboo fences, wear straw sandals and common clothes, and eat the taste of Huoshi quinoa soup.

He is extremely poor in basic necessities of life, no matter how he looks at it, he is an ordinary old Taoist priest, not at all like a guest who walked out of the Ye family's Huoshuyin garden forest.

If it weren't for the fact that everyone in Qingcheng knew everyone, and his status was high, he would be regarded as a beggar.

Maybe she looked at the Taoist priest's neat beard for too long.

The Taoist priest stretched out his hand to stroke it, and asked in a warm voice: "Do you remember what day it is today?"

Ye Zhaoling nodded.

June [-]th is the day of worshiping the mother of Qingcheng Mountain.

They all had to go to the top of Qingcheng Mountain, and the highest-ranking daughter of the Ye family would pick up their mother and go to Ye's house for a day.

The Taoist priest sighed, interrupting her thoughts, she raised her head and asked what happened with her eyes, and the Taoist priest who always considered the world's affairs unexpectedly also sighed.

"There may be changes today and tomorrow."

The Taoist said such a sentence meaningfully, without going into details.

He said again: "The heavenly secret must not be leaked."

"Something will occur if it belongs to your life, if not, do not push it."

The benefactor's words naturally convinced Ye Zhaoling.

Half an hour later, under Ye Zhaoling's envious eyes, a long and baitless fishing line caught a big wild carp more than one meter long.

From seven years ago to the present, Liu Daochang would go down the mountain to fish every June, rain or shine.

Only on June [-]th, people at the bottom of the mountain can go up the mountain, and people at the top of the mountain can go down the mountain.

The Daoist laughed a few times, picked up the fish, collected the pole and left.

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