The stars in the deep night sky were far away, a clear moon hung in the night sky, and an auspicious cloud faintly floated at the end of the sky, getting closer and closer, closer and closer - the picture was finally clear.

A white-haired immortal walked on auspicious clouds and slowly approached from the sky, and his white clothes were ethereal and fluttering in the wind.

He looked down at the Nether, looked at the Nether Realm slightly, fixed the direction, cleared his sleeves and tossed lightly, and introduced a wisp of light smoke into a certain place in the Nether.

The light girl was dressed in a long white dress, with wide sleeves stretched, and her clothes were light, like a spotless fairy in the sky, floating out of an apartment in a high-rise building, leaving the bustling place of the city's high-rise buildings, leisurely walking through the clouds, and the mountains and forests in front of her gradually became clear in the clouds.

The white-haired fairy looked at the leisurely and elegant woman in white, mysteriously trembling her fairy hair, raised her sleeves, and transformed into a little squirrel with white velvet in the blink of an eye.

"White Squirrel, where are you going!"

Ziwei instantly became interested, her eyes flashed, her cherry red lips were raised, and she quickly chased after the cute white pompom.

Pushing aside the layers of white mist, through the patches of dome, I unconsciously chased into a temple.

In the clouds and mist, the white-haired immortal transformed, leisurely and clearly, an old monk, with white eyebrows and snow hair, fairy bones and gods, was clearly in front of Ziwei.

The little squirrel flashed white light during the jump, turned into a string of Buddhist beads and hung on the old monk's wrist.

"Oh, God!" she bent her eyebrows, her cherry lips smiling, and her eyes watched the whole process of the squirrel's transformation into a Buddha bead without blinking.

"Amitabha, the female benefactor, the old monk welcomes you. The old monk smiled and snorted.

"Are you a fairy? I call you an old fairy, okay?" Ziwei tilted her head mischievously and looked at the old monk, her curious look was written on her pretty face, and her silver bell-like voice rang in the empty and ethereal temple, and the clear spirit spread far away.

"When the female benefactor came to the Immortal Temple, did she ask for a sign or make a wish?" As she spoke, her long white beard shook one by one, making Ziwei cover her mouth and laugh.

"Old fairy, I don't draw lots, I don't make a wish, I am ...... Look for it!" Ziwei stepped forward and stared at the string of Buddhist beads in the old monk's hand.

Why did the little white squirrel become a Buddha bead?

"Hehe! There is still the charm of the flower fairy. The old monk muttered to himself.

"Flower fairy, old fairy, what did you just say?" Ziwei raised a pair of shiny eyes in surprise, looking a little confused.

"Amitabha! The old monk is talkative. The old monk buried his long eyebrows and raised the Buddha name.

This old monk is so confused, why didn't he say half of what he said?

Ziwei smiled mischievously, her eyes were shining, she turned around a few times, and said secretly, look at Miss Ben to lure him out!

She lightly bullied the old monk, grabbed a strand of his white beard, and pulled it hard like a coquette.

"Old fairy, what's going on with the flower fairy, hurry up and listen to it, if you don't say it, I won't let go!"

The old monk didn't get angry, just blamed her head, squinted and smiled, and with a flick of the Buddhist bead in his hand, the white beard slipped out of Ziwei's hand.

"Amitabha, the secret of heaven must not be revealed. The old monk said a lot, don't ask the female donor anymore, if you have something difficult that you can't solve, the old monk is willing to solve anything for the donor. ”

"Solve doubts?" Ziwei stared at the old monk, an old immortal with fairy wind bones, maybe he had some mana, why not let him cast a spell to free himself from his absurd marriage?

"Old fairy, can you really help me?"

"Listen to what the benefactor has to say. The old monk seemed to be quite interested, and raised his eyes to look at the delicate woman in front of him, his eyes shining with auspicious light.

"Old fairy, I won't tell you, I'm going to ...... soon I'm going to marry someone who doesn't love me, can you help me get out of this ridiculous marriage?" Ziwei blushed slightly, lowered her head and stared at the old monk, anxiously waiting for his answer.

"Female donor, this is a problem!" The old monk shook the Buddha beads in his hand unhurriedly, shook the head of the white flower a few times, and the white hair became vivid with the shaking of the head, adding a bit of fairy energy in the mist.

"Old fairy, why?"

"A thousand years ago, your marriage line was disrupted, even if it was the old man who helped him, there was nothing he could do, and every one of your mortal bodies for thousands of years was spent in a loveless marriage, and his fate was destined to be incomprehensible!"

"Old Immortal, are you saying that no matter how much I fight, my marriage will not be happy, right?" Ziwei's eyes widened, and she felt that things were a little strict.

It's unbelievable that there is such a thing!?