After Awakening of Insects came, the Dipper pointed to Ding; the Spring Equinox was approaching, and the Dipper pointed to Ren.
The courtyard was tranquil. In the faint breeze and melting moonlight, the red-skirted female ghost whom the Daoist priest called Miss Xue had changed into an elegant white dress tonight and come here to admire the flowers.
After all, a female ghost was still a woman. Several large chests in her room were packed to the brim with dresses and skirts.
She merely admired her own beauty, however. It had nothing to do with a woman dressing up for one who pleased her, not even worth a copper coin.
After all, that Middle-aged Daoist Priest was truly nothing to look at, and he was also an utterly mundane, mediocre man who had fallen into a money pit and could not climb out.
Flowers bloomed all over the ground within the walls, and there was even a swing in the courtyard.
She sat on the wooden plank, gripping the ropes with both hands. With a light tap of her toes against the ground before lifting them into the air, the swing began to sway gently.
In truth, before the Daoist priest moved in, the residence had long since fallen into disrepair, overgrown with weeds and crawling with snakes and rats.
Now, however, everything was orderly. Flowers filled the courtyard, competing in beauty and splendor.
The Middle-aged Daoist Priest, who deserved the greatest credit for this, was currently squatting atop the steps. In one hand, he held a white bowl full of liquid boiled from some medicinal herb; in the other, a wooden-handled brush, which he used to scrub his teeth. Occasionally, he lifted his head, his throat gurgling, then spat out the water and resumed "washing" his teeth.
She asked,