On the wedding night, the man mistakenly broke into the bride's boudoir, and the mysterious dust helped her save the day
In an ancient and mysterious village, the sound of festive suona and cheerful gongs and drums come and go, and the whole village is immersed in a joyful atmosphere. Today is the wedding day of Zhao Mingxuan, the only son of the Zhao family, and Li Wan'er, the daughter of the Li family in the neighboring village.
Zhao Mingxuan is a gentle and elegant young man, who has read poetry and books since he was a child, although his family is well-off, he has no slightheartedness. And Li Wan'er is a well-known beauty, not only outstanding in appearance, but also knowledgeable, and the combination of the two is regarded by the villagers as a match made in heaven.
However, on the wedding night, an unexpected change quietly came.
That night, the moon hung high and the stars were shining. Zhao Mingxuan, who had been busy all day, slowly walked towards the new house with a little fatigue and more expectations. His heart was filled with longing for a better married life.
Just when Zhao Mingxuan was about to push open the door of the new house, a sudden dizziness struck, his steps staggered, he accidentally walked into the wrong room, and mistakenly broke into another boudoir that was exactly the same.
The boudoir was lit by candlelight, but it was empty. Zhao Mingxuan was about to turn around and leave, but suddenly found a strangely shaped whisk on the dresser. The dusty coat is golden in color, and the handle is carved with dragon and phoenix patterns, which looks mysterious and ancient.
Zhao Mingxuan was curious, and couldn't help but step forward to pick up the whisk and take a closer look. At this moment, the candle flame in the room suddenly shook violently, and a cold wind blew from all directions, as if an invisible hand was manipulating everything.
Zhao Mingxuan only felt that his scalp was numb, his heart was beating faster, and an inexplicable sense of fear enveloped him. He tried to shout, but found that he felt as if he was bound by an invisible force in his throat, and he couldn't make a sound.
At this moment, the dust in his hand suddenly emitted a soft light, warm and quiet. Zhao Mingxuan only felt that the dust in his hand seemed to have life, and it trembled gently in his hand, as if it was guiding him to something.
Zhao Mingxuan subconsciously waved it according to the guidance of the dust, and in an instant, the yin wind in the room dissipated without a trace, and the sense of restraint disappeared. He was surprised to find that he was able to speak again.
"What's going on?" Zhao Mingxuan muttered to himself in shock.
"Young man, the dust in your hand is not an ordinary thing, it was once a magic weapon left by my patriarch, which can drive away evil spirits and avoid harm. An old voice suddenly sounded in Zhao Mingxuan's ears.
Zhao Mingxuan looked around, but he didn't see anyone who spoke. He was about to ask, when the voice sounded again: "No need to look for it, I am just a wisp of remnant soul in this dust, specially here to guide you." ”
"Guide me, guide me what?" Zhao Mingxuan asked suspiciously.
"This whisk is destined for you, and it will appear tonight when you are in danger. You'll need to keep the dust on and head to the ancient temple in the village, where you will find mysteries to solve. The remnant said slowly.
Although Zhao Mingxuan was full of doubts, thinking of all the strange things he had encountered tonight, he decided to follow the guidance of this mysterious voice. He picked up the whisk and cautiously walked out of the room, heading straight for the ancient temple in the village.
The ancient temple is located at the northern end of the village, and there is a towering ancient tree in front of the temple, with lush branches and leaves, as if telling the vicissitudes of thousands of years. Zhao Mingxuan pushed open the heavy wooden door of the ancient temple, and an old breath came to his face.
The temple is full of incense and enshrines a statue of a god with a vague face. Zhao Mingxuan looked around and found that there was a dilapidated wooden box in front of the statue, which was covered with traces of time.
He stepped forward and gently opened the wooden box, which contained a yellowed ancient book. Zhao Mingxuan opened the ancient book and found that there were some legends about the dust and how to use it.
It turned out that this whisk was left by a high monk in ancient times, which could dispel evil spirits and protect the bearer from harm. And the reason why Zhao Mingxuan encountered those strange things on his wedding night was because his previous life had an indissoluble bond with this dust.
The more Zhao Mingxuan looked at it, the more frightened he became, and he finally understood that everything that happened on the wedding night was not accidental. And this whisk is the talisman of his previous life, and in this life it will return to his hands again and save him from danger.
He carefully put the ancient books and dust back into the wooden box, and respectfully kowtowed three times to the idol, thanking the gods for their protection.
After leaving the ancient temple, Zhao Mingxuan's heart was full of emotion. He realized that this whisk not only saved his life, but also allowed him to regain the memories of his past life. He decided to cherish this whisk and use it to protect himself and the people around him.
The strange experience of the wedding night made Zhao Mingxuan grow a lot, and he became more mature and stable. And that mysterious whisk has also become an heirloom in his family, passed down from generation to generation, guarding the peace and happiness of the Zhao family.
However, the story doesn't end there. Although Zhao Mingxuan recovered the memories and magic weapons of his previous life, his life did not become peaceful because of this. On the contrary, more challenges and adventures await him.
One night not long after, Zhao Mingxuan was awakened by a rapid knock on the door. When he opened the door, it turned out to be Zhang San, an old hunter in the village. Zhang San looked flustered and said, "Mingxuan, something is wrong! A fierce beast has appeared in the village, and several people have already been injured. Go check it out!"
Zhao Mingxuan was shocked when he heard this, and immediately picked up the dust and followed Zhang San to the scene. I saw a huge beast wreaking havoc at the entrance of the village, its eyes were red, and its mouth let out a low roar, obviously losing its mind.
The villagers fled in panic and the scene was chaotic. Seeing this, Zhao Mingxuan immediately waved the whisk in his hand, and a golden light shot out from the whisk and hit the beast's head. The beast wailed in pain, turned and fled into the forest.
Zhao Mingxuan didn't chase after him, he knew that this beast was not an ordinary beast, but was controlled by some kind of evil force. He decided to go deep into the mountains and forests to find out who was behind the scenes.
With the help of Zhang San and other villagers, Zhao Mingxuan found a dilapidated ancient temple deep in the mountains and forests. This ancient temple is similar to the one in the village, but it is more dilapidated. Zhao Mingxuan pushed open the temple door, and a gloomy aura came to his face.
He cautiously walked into the temple and found a hideous-looking idol enshrined in the temple. In front of the idol lay some strange artifacts and a worn-out parchment scroll. Zhao Mingxuan opened the parchment scroll and saw that it recorded an evil spell - it could control the beast for its use.
Zhao Mingxuan immediately understood the truth of the matter. It turned out that someone was using this dilapidated ancient temple to practice evil arts, trying to control the beasts to harm the villagers. In a fit of rage, he destroyed them one by one and burned the sheepskins.
With the reflection of the firelight, Zhao Mingxuan saw a line of small characters engraved on the back of the statue: "Evil does not prevail over good, and heaven is reincarnated." His heart moved, and the dust in his hand once again shone softly. Zhao Mingxuan knew that it was the gods who were protecting him and allowing him to bravely fight against evil.
Since then, Zhao Mingxuan has become the guardian of the village. He led the villagers to strengthen their defenses and build strong walls and fortifications. At the same time, he also taught the villagers some simple self-defense techniques and exorcism spells, so that they could protect themselves in the face of danger.
And that mysterious whisk has also become Zhao Mingxuan's signature weapon. Whether it is driving away beasts or fighting against evil forces, he can't do without the protection of this whisk. The villagers have rumored: "As long as Zhao Mingxuan and his dust are here, we don't have to be afraid of anything!"
As the days passed, the village became more and more prosperous and peaceful with the joint efforts of Zhao Mingxuan and the villagers. That mysterious whisk has also been passed down from generation to generation and has become the treasure of the Zhao family's townhouse, guarding the peace and happiness of the entire village.
However, the good times were short-lived, and after years of tranquility in the village, a sudden news broke the silence. News came from the neighboring village that a gang of thieves was roaming around committing crimes, and their next target was likely to be Zhao Mingxuan's village.
After hearing the news, Zhao Mingxuan immediately convened the villagers to discuss countermeasures. He knew that the enemy he was facing this time was not the beasts or sorcerers of his past, but a group of cunning and ruthless thieves. In order to protect the safety of the village, Zhao Mingxuan decided to personally lead the villagers to build a defensive line and wait for the battle.
Under Zhao Mingxuan's call, the villagers united as one, some strengthened the wall, some prepared weapons, and some were responsible for patrolling and sentry. The whole village was enveloped in an atmosphere of hatred and hatred.
However, the gang of thieves has not yet arrived, as if waiting for the perfect time. Zhao Mingxuan knew that this contest was not only a confrontation of physical strength and force, but also a contest of wisdom and patience.
One night, the moonlight was hazy, and Zhao Mingxuan patrolled alone at the entrance of the village. Suddenly, he felt a strange aura approaching. He clutched the dust, and was on guard. Sure enough, a group of men in black came out of the shadows and headed straight for the village.
Zhao Mingxuan sneered, waved the dust and greeted him. In a flash of golden light, several thieves fell. The remaining thieves were shocked and fled. Zhao Mingxuan chased after him, and the dust in his hand danced like a spirit snake, subduing the thieves one by one.
After a night of fierce fighting, Zhao Mingxuan successfully repelled the attack of the thief gang with his power and extraordinary martial arts. The villagers cheered one after another, and their admiration for Zhao Mingxuan was overflowing.
However, Zhao Mingxuan did not let up. He knew that the bands of thieves would not rest on their laurels, and that more fierce battles awaited them. Therefore, he led the villagers to strengthen training, stock up supplies, and repair the defense line, so as to fully prepare for the upcoming battle.
As expected, a few days later, one night, the gang of thieves launched another fierce attack. This time their offensive was more ferocious and cunning. However, Zhao Mingxuan and the villagers were prepared, and they successfully repelled the enemy with a strong defensive line and extraordinary courage and wisdom.
In the days that followed, the gang of thieves attacked several times, but each time they failed to break through the defenses of Zhao Mingxuan and the villagers. And Zhao Mingxuan also gradually grew into a brave and fearless, wise and brave warrior and leader in this battle. The dust whisk in his hand has become more and more magical, not only able to dispel evil spirits, but also to guide the direction and predict danger, becoming an artifact in the hearts of the villagers.
Over time, the gang of thieves finally gave up attacking the seemingly impregnable village. Zhao Mingxuan and the villagers also gained valuable experience and lessons from this battle, and they cherished a peaceful and peaceful life even more, and also understood the importance of unity and cooperation.
Zhao Mingxuan passed the dust to the next generation of village chiefs and told them to always be vigilant and brave to protect the peace and tranquility of the village. And he himself continues to serve as the guardian of the village, using his wisdom and courage to lead the villagers to a better future.
However, one day not long after the village returned to calm, a mysterious guest suddenly visited Zhao Mingxuan's home. This guest claimed to be a traveler from afar, and came to visit after hearing about Zhao Mingxuan and his legendary deeds of dust.
Zhao Mingxuan warmly received the guest and shared with him the story between himself and Fuchen. However, during the conversation, he was keenly aware of a strange glint in the guest's eyes.
"This gentleman, you seem to be very interested in my whisk?" Zhao Mingxuan asked tentatively.
"Oh, no...... I just think this whisk is extraordinary, and it's enviable to have such a magical magic weapon. The guest replied with some hesitation.
Zhao Mingxuan smiled slightly and didn't say anything more. But he was secretly vigilant in his heart, and decided to secretly observe the movements of this mysterious guest.
Sure enough, in the next few days, Zhao Mingxuan discovered that the guest often left the residence late at night and had a mysterious whereabouts. Moreover, he seems to be particularly interested in the dust, and always casually mentions this magical magic weapon.
One night, Zhao Mingxuan decided to follow the mysterious guest to find out. He quietly followed his guests through village lanes and forest paths. Finally discover the guest's secret in a remote cave.
It turns out that this mysterious guest is not really a wanderer, but an evil wizard. He seeks to enhance his magical abilities and control the entire region by gaining the power of the dust. The cave was filled with all sorts of strange spells and magic arrays, apparently for some kind of evil ritual.
Zhao Mingxuan was furious when he saw this, and he immediately rushed forward to start a fierce battle with the evil wizard. Although the wizard possessed powerful magical abilities, he gradually lost in the face of Zhao Mingxuan's bravery and wisdom. In the end, Zhao Mingxuan successfully defeated the evil wizard with the power of the dust and handed him over to the villagers for trial.
After this incident, the villagers admired and trusted Zhao Mingxuan even more, and they expressed their support for him forever and to protect the peace and tranquility of the village. And the mysterious whisk has also become the treasure of the village from generation to generation, witnessing the bravery and wisdom of the Zhao family and the villagers.
Since then, Zhao Mingxuan and his dust have become the legendary story of the village, which has been passed down to this day. Whenever a new person joins the village, the older generation tells them this story of bravery, wisdom and unity, inspiring generations of villagers to fight for the protection of their homeland.