These are embroidered shoes, exquisitely crafted with the finest materials.
Clearly, the owner put a great deal of effort into making these embroidered shoes.
Obviously, they are not shoes for everyday wear, but for weddings. Jiang Wen remembered Yan Gongli saying that these shoes had a strong demonic aura.
"Demonic aura?" Jiang Wen pondered, touching the shoes.
For some reason, he felt like he was caressing a woman's skin, which surprised him greatly.
These shoes are a bit strange, Jiang Wen thought to himself.
He rubbed his fingers on his brow, where there was a faint golden crack.
With a solemn expression, Jiang Wen softly rebuked at the shoes, "Heavenly Eye, open!"
The golden crack on his brow slightly opened, like a sleepy eye squinting a slit.
It is said that women are naturally Yin. If carefully nurtured in a boudoir in a Yin position, one can obtain a fair and delicate beauty.
Master Qian said, as two strong men walked up beside him.
"What's the use of keeping them?" Jiang Wen said.
Jiang Wen took out his Taoist robe and put on his head crown. He sat cross-legged in front of the bonfire, chanting the Rebirth Sutra.
"…" Jiang Wen was silent, and he felt a sense of horror when he looked at the embroidered shoes again.
What people hate is known to all, but it is a pity that some things can always exceed people's acceptance.
"You just destroyed these embroidered shoes like that?" Yan Gongli asked curiously.
"If the Buddhist disciples heard what you said, they would fight you to the death," Yan Gongli laughed.
It wasn't until a long time later that the embroidered shoes were completely burned. Jiang Wen opened his eyes and saw a woman in a green shirt with a smile on her face, bowing deeply to him.
He looked down at the embroidered shoes in his hand and threw a fire talisman at them.
Suddenly, flames splashed and a raging fire ignited.
"I've raised you for so long! And one of my sons died. I hope you don't disappoint me."
As a cool breeze blew, the ashes of the burnt embroidered shoes rose up and finally dissipated in the misty rain.
'She' thought that this was the end of the matter, 'she' would become Master Qian's sixteenth concubine, staying in the backyard until she grew old. 'She' thought so too, just to pay off her sins.
"This matter started because of you, so it will end with you," Master Qian said, looking at 'her' with a cold expression. 'She' was muddled and didn't know what to do.
Since she was sold into the Qian family by her parents at a young age, the master was a kind person. Pitying her for being lonely, he raised her as a young lady. She lived in the best scenic courtyard and ate the finest food. Even the bathwater was made from various tonic decoctions.
"It must have hurt a lot back then," Jiang Wen said, stroking the embroidered shoes, then looking at the big tree outside.
'She' thought she was such a lucky girl.
"Go, go. Don't suffer these hardships in the next life," Jiang Wen waved at her, and the woman's soul turned into green smoke and dissipated.
"What are you doing standing there?" Yan Gongli's voice came. She lazily sat up from the bed, stretching her body. Like a lazy cat, she casually asked Jiang Wen.
"These shoes are made from the most private and delicate skin of an extremely Yin woman, which can allow you to marry a Yin god and protect the fortune of your children and grandchildren," Yan Gongli said regretfully, but she had a bright smile on her face. She lay on the bed, shaking her legs, her eyes looking at Jiang Wen.
'She' saw the young master covered in blood walk up to 'her' with a grin, stroking 'her' face and saying, you are mine now.
Red lanterns and velvet carpets, joyful songs and dances. Master Qian was going to take another concubine. It was the adopted daughter he had raised in the backyard for more than ten years, said to be a stunning woman.
The Qian family's eldest son lost his appetite for 'her' every day, always trying to find ways to meet 'her', but this matter would eventually be exposed. One day, the maid ran over in a panic and told 'her' that the Qian family's second son had killed the Qian family's eldest son.
'She' watched the scene in horror, followed by endless torture.
"Just tell the truth," Jiang Wen sighed softly.
That hundred-foot-tall tree was introduced by Master Qian.
'She' wore a wedding dress and a phoenix coronet. Tears streamed down her face as she sat in the bridal sedan. Although she was only a concubine, she had the pomp of a wife.
He spoke Taoist texts, closing his eyes solemnly. He seemed like a god descending into the world, saving all living beings from suffering.
"Beasts! What have you done!" Master Qian was furious, and he was saddened by the sight of his brothers fighting.
If you use high-quality tonics and wash a woman's body diligently every day, and let her wear the best clothes, and drink mountain spring nectar every day, the woman raised in this way will have skin like congealed fat, which can be broken by blowing. Even the holy monks who are forbidden from lust cannot resist such a stunning beauty.
She opened her mouth to say something, and there seemed to be tears in her eyes.
Whether it is the present world or this great world, it is the same.
The second son of the Qian family took a fancy to 'her' and wanted to take 'her' as a favorite concubine, but Master Qian refused.
Jiang Wen looked at the embroidered shoes with his third eye, and unfamiliar memories swept over him like a tidal wave.
Qinqi, calligraphy, painting, all have teachers to teach. There are no annoying things on weekdays, just enjoy yourself leisurely.
'She' was raised to be outstanding, and she amazed everyone when she first appeared in front of people.
"I'm watching the evil deeds in the world," Jiang Wen said calmly. "Sometimes, compared with ghosts and monsters, people may seem more cruel."
After a long time, Master Qian took a pair of embroidered shoes and nodded with a smile. He said to an embroiderer gently: "Thank you, these shoes are just the right size, my bride will definitely like them."
But when 'she' stepped into the wedding room, she saw Master Qian's sinister look.
Memories were fragmented, and Jiang Wen withdrew his Dharma eye. The last scene he saw remained on Master Qian's face, the happy look on his face when he looked at the embroidered shoes.
Just now, from the Dharma eye, he glimpsed some clues about the Qian family's old mansion.
"The master's fabric is still good, I have never seen such fine fabric," the embroiderer said enviously.
"That's natural, I've carefully raised her for more than ten years," Master Qian said with a smile.
"So what, can you control it?" Yan Gongli asked, supporting her chin.
"Using this method to exchange for the wealth and glory of my descendants, I would not be willing even if I were to have no descendants," Jiang Wen said coldly. "Besides, Master Qian is not afraid of backlash for such a damaging act of Yin virtue."
"It seems you've also seen something," Yan Gongli was a little surprised.
"Of course I saw something. Since Master Qian wants wealth and glory, then I will help him," Jiang Wen said, then stood up and walked outside.
