Jiujiu returned to the space and first checked her attributes.
Name: Jiujiu
Gender: Female (Changeable)
Age: 18 (Suspended)
Appearance: 86 (Beautiful)
Intelligence: 87 (Intelligent)
Physical strength: 85 (Herculean)
Force: 85 (Expert)
Spirit: 85 (Strong)
Charm: 76 (Charming You)
Faith: 30
Merit: 4100
Available attribute points: 2
Talent: Writing, System
Specialty: Beginner Acting, Voodoo, Bed Skills, Coquettish
Mark: The Emperor's Love x3, Uncrowned King
This time, Jiujiu's appearance increased by two points, so her available attribute points also increased by two points.
Jiujiu felt that the reason why there were two extra points on her face was probably because Qian Mei's appearance was too beautiful.
Jiujiu added the available attribute points to her physical strength, and her attribute points instantly changed.
Name: Jiujiu
Gender: Female (Changeable)
Age: 18 (Suspended)
Appearance: 86 (Beautiful)
Intelligence: 87 (Intelligent)
Physical strength: 87 (Herculean)
Force: 85 (Expert)
Spirit: 85 (Strong)
Charm: 76 (Charming You)
Faith: 30
Merit: 4100
Available attribute points: 0
Talent: Writing, System
Specialty: Beginner Acting, Voodoo, Bed Skills, Coquettish
Mark: The Emperor's Love x3, Uncrowned King
Looking at her attribute points, Jiujiu closed her eyes again and entered the mission.
Jiujiu's mission target this time was called Ming Yue. She was a little girl who was adopted by a nun since she was young.
In this place, the nun and the monk only needed to do the ritual and they could get married and have children.
Because the temple was inherited, if they inherited the temple, they would have endless offerings every year.
If they married an ordinary man, they might have the risk of starvation in a drought or flood. But if they married a monk, they would not have to go hungry all year round. They would even have extra money to buy things they wanted.
Therefore, in this place, people not only did not think that there was a problem with marrying a monk, but they all wanted to marry a monk.
As for Ming Yue, because she was adopted by a nun in the temple next to the temple, she grew up with the little monk Qing Feng in the temple and wanted to marry Qing Feng since she was a child.
Ming Yue wanted to marry Qing Feng, but Qing Feng only wanted to study Buddhism. He had never thought about getting married and having children, so he constantly refused Ming Yue's marriage invitations.
Since Ming Yue was six years old, she had been telling Qing Feng about their marriage every year. However, from the age of six to sixteen, Qing Feng's answer was always the same. That was, he was a monk and could not get married.
Ming Yue wanted to marry Qing Feng, but Qing Feng did not agree, so she could only give up.
Ming Yue thought that if she continued to pester Qing Feng for a few more years, Qing Feng might be happy and agree with her. But she didn't expect that before she could wait until then, she was sold to a passing pilgrim by her most trusted master.
Ming Yue's master sold Ming Yue to the pilgrims as if she was a commodity. Before Ming Yue fainted, she vaguely heard her master introducing her to the pilgrims as if she was a piece of pork belly. She said that she was young and had a big butt, so she could definitely give birth to a son.
Ming Yue also heard the pilgrim shamelessly saying that he wanted her to be his eighteenth concubine.
Ming Yue wanted to marry Qing Feng with all her heart. How could she be willing to be the eighteenth concubine of that pilgrim?
On the way down the mountain, Ming Yue struggled to escape. As expected, when she was chased by the pilgrims, she lost her footing and fell down the cliff.
After Ming Yue fell, she never woke up again.
Ming Yue had pursued Qing Feng for more than ten years. Even if she was dead, she still wanted Qing Feng the most.
When Jiujiu opened her eyes, she saw a miniature version of Qing Feng.
At this time, Qing Feng was only eight years old. He shaved his head like a little monk and sat on the futon with no expression on his face, reading the Buddhist scriptures seriously. He looked very cute.
Jiujiu sat crookedly beside Qing Feng as if she had no bones. She reached out and poked Qing Feng's cheek.
A child's skin was full of collagen, soft and warm with the unique delicacy of a child's skin. It felt very good to touch.
Jiujiu's action made Qing Feng unhappy. Qing Feng squinted at Jiujiu, and his eyes were full of dissatisfaction for Jiujiu interrupting his chanting. It seemed that he did not understand why Jiujiu did that.
Seeing that Qing Feng finally spoke to her, Jiujiu immediately approached him and asked with a smile, "Qing Feng, your master said that it's time to fetch water."
The temple was built on the mountain, but there was no well on the mountain. If one wanted to drink water, he had to fetch water from the well at the foot of the mountain.
There were only three people in the temple where Qing Feng was. They were Qing Feng, the abbot, and a cook who was responsible for cooking.
It was impossible for the abbot to fetch water, so the job of fetching water fell on Qing Feng, a little boy.
Jiujiu followed Qing Feng and watched him walk down the stairs step by step with two empty buckets on his shoulder. She picked a nameless flower from the grass by the roadside and put it on her head. She muttered, "Qing Feng, we fetch water every day. When can we stop fetching water?"
Qing Feng answered Jiujiu while walking down the stairs seriously, "My master said that when I grow up and pass the temple to me, I can stop fetching water."
Hearing Qing Feng's answer, Jiujiu directly rolled her eyes and curled her lips, saying, "Your master is lying."
Hearing Jiujiu say that his master was lying, Qing Feng's round face instantly wrinkled. He looked at Jiujiu unhappily and said, "My master is not lying."
"Your master is lying." Jiujiu quickly made a grasshopper with her fingers and curled her lips, saying, "My senior sister said that your master said that to every one of his apprentices."
As a result, every one of his apprentices returned to the secular world and got married and had children when they grew up. His position as the abbot had been passed down for 20 or 30 years, but it still hadn't been passed down. It was unknown whether those apprentices were unreliable or he didn't want to pass the position on at all.
Qing Feng was young and his ability to understand was limited, but he could still understand that Jiujiu was saying that his master was not good. He immediately refuted, "My master is not lying. It's just that other senior brothers have all left, but I won't leave. My master will definitely pass the position on to me."
Jiujiu curled her lips, saying, "Idiot."
She had met Qing Feng's master once. He was reluctant to put oil and salt in his meals. Even when Qing Feng ate two vegetables, he would whisper for a long time. How could such a stingy person give the position of abbot to Qing Feng? Jiujiu was skeptical.
Being called an idiot by Jiujiu, Qing Feng was instantly unhappy, saying, "I'm not an idiot. My master said that I'm concentrating."
Jiujiu didn't want to argue with Qing Feng, a little monk with a one-track mind. She continued, "Qing Feng, my master said that when I grow up, I can get married. Do you know what marriage is?"
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