A Dream of Transmigration - Chapter 63
"Although I am on good terms with Miss Su, I do not know much about the Su family. I only know that Miss Su loves orchids the most. One year, she went on a trip and somehow got a white-hearted orchid. She cherished it like a treasure and planted it in her room. Who knew that the orchid had become a spirit."
She sighed as she said this.
"When Miss Su turned seventeen, Master Su wanted to choose a husband for her, but Miss Su insisted on refusing. For the next two months, she lost her appetite and became increasingly thin. Master Su was puzzled. Later, some masters who knew magic passed by and realized that the orchid spirit had bewitched her. Master Su asked people everywhere to subdue it, but the orchid spirit was truly powerful. Dozens of masters and Taoist priests lost their lives because of it. Later, the eminent monk Master Pujue from Longquan Temple passed by on his travels and destroyed it by the roots. However, Miss Su still died young. What a pity!"
She looked saddened as she said this.
The crowd remained silent.
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After a while, Lin Feifei wondered, "Doesn't the story in Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio often say that if you love flowers so much that you're obsessed, then the flowers will turn into people to repay you? Miss Su loves orchids so much, why would it want to harm her!"
Chu Ying stared at her intently, her expression complex.
The mad monk chuckled and said, "Orchids are the most noble of flowers, unlike peach and apricot blossoms, and they are unlikely to bewitch or harm people."
Seeing that they were all young people, Madam Zhan didn't mind and said with a smile, "There is some truth to that. When Miss Su was ill, I visited her once, and she actually liked the orchid very much."
Lin Feifei exclaimed in surprise, "Do they like each other?"
This is practically a ready-made Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio! Then she wondered, "Isn't that great? How come Miss Su died again? Was it really the orchid spirit that harmed her?"
The mad monk put his palms together and said, "How can a human and a demon unite without permission? I'm afraid they will be punished by heaven."
"Divine retribution?" Lin Feifei was stunned. "As long as you like each other, isn't that enough?"
No one on Maoshan Mountain mentioned these principles, presumably because people viewed strange and monstrous beings as ugly and grotesque, and therefore believed that such a thing could not happen.
A complex look flickered across his icy eyes.
“It’s a truth that everyone knows, little Taoist priest,” the mad monk said with a grin. “Humans and demons are different beings, and it is against the laws of nature. Su Xinlan married a human without permission, and not only did she perish, but she also caused Miss Su to lose her life.”
“It seems like it’s sometimes something to be condemned,” Lin Feifei, who had watched TV dramas like Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio and The Legend of the White Snake, pursed her lips and began to talk at length. “It didn’t involve murder or arson. Love is supposed to be free, it’s a matter between two people. They, one human and one demon, are in love, huh? How rare! It’s practically breaking through the concepts of the mundane world, a love that’s earth-shattering and passionate, and yet the heavens aren’t moved. That’s just too much!”
When they saw her rambling on and on about something "earth-shattering and spectacular", everyone was stunned. Madam Zhan and Fifth Sister burst out laughing, and Lingyi's half-closed eyes widened for the first time ever.
Chu Ying looked at her with a half-smile, without saying a word.
Just as Madam Zhan was about to speak after much difficulty, a servant walked in.
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The servant was carrying a large plate with some wine and dishes on it.
"Madam, the wine and dishes are ready."
Madam Zhan nodded, and the dishes and wine were transferred from the plates to the table one by one.
"It looks like it won't dare to come. The night is long, so have something to eat." She smiled kindly, a smile that reminded Lin Feifei of her mother whom she hadn't seen in a long time.
The group exchanged polite greetings for a moment.
Although it was a late-night snack, it was made very delicately. Lin Feifei was already hungry, and picked up a piece of fish to eat, but Ling Yi, who was sitting next to her, suddenly stopped her with a flash of his eyes.
"Don't eat it." The tone was cold.
Everyone was stunned.
He stopped talking.
Chu Ying and the mad monk exchanged a glance. Immediately, a hand swept across the dishes in mid-air. After a moment, he pursed his lips slightly and put down his chopsticks: "Poisoned."
Lin Feifei looked at Ling Yi gratefully, only to find that he was also looking at her. His icy eyes still lay casually in his eyelashes, but his gaze had somehow lost some of its coldness.
The thought that this person, who couldn't even smile, had followed her here just to protect her filled her with sadness.
Zhan Qiuyu's face turned pale, and Wu Niang's face was also full of fear and disbelief.
moment.
Madam Zhan said in a trembling voice, "How could this be..."
Seeing that she didn't believe her, Chu Ying frowned and took out a very exquisite silver hairpin that looked expensive from somewhere.
He carries these things with him all the time; he really is a pervert!
Lin Feifei pouted.
Chu Ying seemed to understand what she was thinking, and his eyes showed a hint of amusement. He didn't say anything, but simply inserted the hairpin into the soup.
Sure enough, the tip of the hairpin turned black.
After a long silence.
Madam Zhan was no stranger to the world; she suddenly stood up and shouted sharply, "Where is the fox!"
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(Actually, before Pu Songling's *Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio* in the Qing Dynasty, the general view in ancient times was that ghosts and monsters were evil, but *Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio* presented a group of humanized ghosts and monsters, which is why it was so popular.)
Transmigrating Through a Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio: Chapter Twenty-Nine - The Death of a Servant
fox?
Just as Lin Feifei was wondering what was going on, the servant from before walked in. It turned out his name was Hu Li. When he saw the blackened silver hairpin, he immediately turned pale with fright and knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly.