So What If You’ve Been Reborn? Chapter 1: I found it

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Chen He was a fool when he was a child, a particularly silly one. In the morning, Mr. Xixi had just taught that "people are originally good at nature", and in the afternoon he can forget them completely.

Mr. didn't hit him with the board, he just sighed.

——Anyone who sees a young child, holding a pen hard, writing crooked words carefully, sweating profusely in the red sun, trembling in the cold winter, not naughty, not stubborn, just stupid, learned Can't remember, what's the use of hitting?

What's more, before Mr. Xixi arrived at the mansion, he already knew that Chen He accidentally fell into the water when he was playing in the garden when he was three years old. He knocked his head on the bluestone and was stupid.

The Chen mansion searched all the famous doctors he could find, and they all said that there was blood congestion in the brain, and good health will be nourished. Maybe the blood congestion will dissolve in ten or eight years. The alchemist Zen master in the city also invited it all over, but said that this young boy had a bad fate, and the character was more fierce than the Qinglong, everything was grammatical, and everything was attacked. Fortunately, the Chen family's ancestors had a lot of fortune, and he suppressed this hostility. Now the children are mentally insufficient, and they all come from this.

The old lady didn't believe it at first, so she ordered the alchemist to be driven out.

However, the Zen masters of the alchemists all said the same thing. The famous doctors also shook their heads. The old lady of the Chen Mansion slowly gave up. Anyway, the fool can also pass on the family line. When the famine years, buy the innocent girl from the poor family. In the future, it is enough to leave an incense for the sacrifice, anyway, the Chen family has more than one grandchild.

If there were no accidents, Chen He would grow up in a muddle-headed manner and become the laughingstock of Yunzhou City.

Chen He is stupid, very stupid.

He neither cries, drools, nor does he sit on the ground in mud and giggle. At first glance, he can't even see that this soft, white and fat dumpling has a mental problem. But as soon as Chen He spoke, the problem was exposed. He was six years old and his tone was like a three-year-old child. He often didn't know where he was, and turned his head around in a daze.

Now Chen He is sick again.

The dumplings wrapped in brocade, stretched out their white and soft arms like lotus roots to cover their face, and looked at the plank road hanging on the side in doubt.

The mountain wind was harsh, and there was a sharp whistling sound. The rock cave on the mountain wall is dim, exuding the smell of wild beasts. The plank road is suspended in the air, and the planks laid on the three iron ropes are swaying. Like a swing, Chen He sits on it. As long as he stands up and walks, his center of gravity is unstable. May fall into the abyss.

——How did he get here?

Chen He blinked, and within his limited range of understanding, no matter how he lost, he should still be in Chen's Mansion. As long as he sits obediently in the same place, the maids of the family will find him soon.

But, is there such a terrible place in the house? The child tilted his head and thought hard.

The cold wind was raging, and the dumplings shivered from the cold, half lying on the shaky plank.

Night came soon, the roar of wild animals in the mountains and forests one after another, and the light of torches passed by one after another in the distance, and the faint shouts of Chen Fujia Ding came from the sound of the wind. They were indeed looking for the mountain to burn incense from the temple." The little master who ran and lost.

Chen He didn't hear him, he was already cold and unconscious.

Soon, a figure appeared on the side of the plank road. When he saw Chen He curled up on the wooden board, the visitor let out a grunt full of resentment.

"I haven't fallen yet..."

The visitor tied a rope to his waist, and then carefully stepped on the plank road. Judging from the height of his barely grasping the iron rope guardrails on both sides, he was just a teenager just over the age of the total angle.

Chen He vaguely felt a familiar breath and murmured: "Cousin..."

The young man gave a sudden shock. In the moonless night, he looked at the dumpling not far from his feet with a complex expression.

"...the heavens pity, give me a chance to start all over again, some choices, why should I not bear it!" The boy finished, staring at Chen He fiercely, and kicked the loose wooden board in front of him. .

The plank was bumped and tilted by the impact, and the height of the iron cables on both sides was not high enough to stop Chen He, so the dumpling curled up on it fell straight into the abyss.

According to the people in the wild, this place is called the Sky Cliff, which is a desperate place. The plank road is in disrepair for a long time. Many people would rather walk the mountain road for a long time than risk crossing the suspended plank road.

The young man clutched the iron rope tightly, and tremblingly muttered to himself against the dark abyss below:

"Die early and reborn early, don't bring disaster to the Chen family again this time!"

***

This is the tenth year that Shi Feng has lived in seclusion at the bottom of the skyscraper.

Every morning, he walks barefoot through the stream, holding rosary beads, black hair is scattered, the red bead pendant on his robe is immersed in the cold mountain stream, and it hits the unmelted ice lightly, giving a monotonous and pleasing tone. syllable.

At the end of the stream is a deep pool. Large patches of purple magnolia grow on the edge of the steep mountain wall. The petals are scattered in the water, blending with the white foam swelled by the turbulence, and there are several long waves.

But today, the valley seems a bit noisy--

"Whose baby is this, how did it fall off the cliff?"

"Unlucky, early in the morning, I thought that the plump rabbit from the sky gave the old man a tooth sacrifice!"

"The place where this little doll fell is a bit bad, get it down quickly!"

There is an enchantment at the bottom of the skyscraper.

It's like a dark arched cover, covering the valley tightly. The whole barrier is thicker than ten rice cakes. At this moment, there is a soft ball wrapped in brocade, curled up in the barrier, like a part of it.

A group of people at the bottom of the valley stood looking up and watching.

"This kid is too good at falling, why did he fall into the thickest and central part of the barrier?"

"This son will be extraordinary in the future." An old man stroked his beard and shook his head. There have been so many beasts and people who have stumbled over the years, and I have never seen one who can turn himself into a standard amber.

"Come on, hurry up and rescue this child and send it out! Don't stand up, everyone has to work hard to break the center of the barrier, hurry, or the child will be suffocated to death!"

Shi Feng silently watched the crowd grabbing their sleeves and shouting to control the slow fluctuations of the enchantment.

Chen He, trapped inside, turned over as if being hit by the water.

The first thing that got out of the shackles of the enchantment was the little right hand. The bell hanging on the long-lived hundred-year-old silver circle made a sound. The eyesight of the cultivator living in seclusion under the cliffs, I just glanced at the bell as thin as Seal characters of mosquito and ants.

"The Chen Family of Yunzhou? This place belongs to Yunzhou. It's very close. Let Shi Feng leave this to you. You are the youngest. We are all about to get into the soil with old arms and legs and don't want to go out!"

A group of people immediately followed.

Looking at the child rescued from the enchantment being forcibly stuffed into his arms, Shi Feng subconsciously caught him. When he raised his head, he was standing full just now and watching the lively crowd disappeared, leaving a breeze. The mountain stream is turbulent.

"..."

Shi Feng can only helplessly stretch his arms to make the child lie more comfortable.

Chen He had been freezing on the plank road for too long before, his face was red, and his eyes were trembling from time to time.

After falling into the enchantment, a large amount of spiritual energy was squeezed in from all sides, and the enchantment was not breathable. Chen He didn't even have the strength to struggle, and he couldn't make a sound when he opened his mouth, so he was rushed into his meridians by the spiritual power. The orifices are loose.

Blessed in disguise kid, Shi Feng Suiran.

A cool hand stroked Chen He's eyebrows, and it didn't take long for the hot blush on his cheeks to fade.

The palm of his hand stopped on the back of Chen He's head, and Shi Feng noticed some bruises here. At first he thought it was hit when he fell from a skyscraper, but the time for the blood clot to clot seemed to be a long time ago, unlike what happened recently.

What is the situation that caused a child to accidentally fall like this when he was young, and now he fell off a cliff?

Shi Feng looked coldly.

It seems that I want to send this child home. Some things have to be found out. Otherwise, even if he was handed back to his relatives, perhaps within half a year, the child's soul would be waiting in line in the city of vain to enter the Six Paths of Samsara.

——A monk takes life and death lightly, but that doesn’t mean he can sit and watch the death of innocent children.

***

Searching on the mountain all night to no avail, Chen Fu Jiading left one after another the next day.

Chen's family members stayed in the other courtyard below the mountain, some were crying, and some were impatient with their slanted eyes. After all, Chen He was mentally deficient. If he were not the only son of the Chen family's head, he would have been thrown into the mansion for a long time. Self-destroyed, how could Mr. Xixi be invited to a silly boy.

The female relatives complained to each other, and they all blamed Chen He for running around. Even if the wolves and tigers and leopards weren't eaten by the wolves and leopards, they would be too bad for a night of cold and starvation.

In the chaos, the old lady’s second daughter-in-law found that her son was also missing, she cried and robbed the ground. Fortunately, the muddy cousin Chen He was brought back by the family. The housekeeper also went to the mountain to look for it last night.

This has caused even greater disturbances.

The third generation of the Chen family has only two males. Chen He is still a fool. If something happens to the rest for a lost fool, it will be too late to regret.

So the Chen family did not dare to stay anymore, and did not rest anymore, and ordered to leave immediately and return to Yunzhou City.

The chariots and horses, the smoke and dust.

The young man looked at the rolling mountains in the distance. He clenched trembling fingers and took a deep breath, then closed the curtain again.

His mother laughed lukewarmly next to him: "Afraid? I thought my son was so daring to instigate his cronies to take the fool away from the temple and throw it away. It turned out that I couldn't relax in the middle of the night, so I went back to solve it myself. Troubles."

"Mother!"

"My son, don't care if that fool is dead or lost. Your uncle has broken the incense, and the Chen family will not be yours in the future."

"Mother, keep this fool, the Chen family will be destroyed after thirteen years." The boy gritted his teeth, his mother disapproved, but he heard the voice of the young man and Jia Ding outside the carriage, and both mother and son appeared to solve the trouble. Smile easily.

"Isn't there a skyscraper next to the temple? I heard that ghosts and monsters often appear there!"

"Don't talk nonsense, where Buddhism is clean, where are the demons and ghosts!"

"This is the truth! One year before the first year ago, Liu's sister-in-law went into the mountain to fragrant, and she hid in the middle of the mountain in the torrential rain. Didn't you see the fox fairy... and the handsome mountain ghost, that scary!"

Shi Feng, with his sleeping child in mid-air, wore a rosary, looked down at the advancing convoy.

Shi Feng came out of the deep mountains, and with his ability, he only found more than a dozen of Chen's family members looking for lost children, and some didn’t care at all. He wandered around shooting foxes and hunting rabbits. Have fun in the flight.

When he caught up with the team, Shi Feng's expression became colder.

In the widest and most comfortable carriage:

"Old lady--"

"Don't say anything, this child has a bad life, go back and read a few more scriptures, donate more money to the monastery merit book, it will be regarded as a blessing for his next life!"

In the small car covered by the green cloth, the maids are whispering:

"The young master is stupid, but he is honest, how can he run away?"

"That is, I saw him playing under the linden tree before, can it be blown away by a gust of wind?"

"Shhh! It's really possible. I heard that there is something dirty in the skyscraper. Didn't Mr. Li once said that the young master is very furious, and Chen Jiafu is so profound that he suppressed him. He died of his mother, both There was a plague in the city a year ago, and the Chen family's cousins ​​died so few left, even the third master of the main family died of illness, how evil!"

The ladies of the caravan with gold and silver in the caravan, and the people who whispered to each other, all spoke with different expressions and said the same meaning.

"Scourge."

"Fight against the Chen family, the family is unfortunate."

"The Chen family tried their best to raise him to such a big age. No one has treated him badly. Now this is God's will."

"Even if you die..."

Shi Feng's expression became more and more gloomy, and the sleeping child seemed to feel something, struggling for a while, and let out a vague cry.

Entering a spirit of energy to calm the child, Shi Feng first touched Chen He’s brow bones with his hands, and then followed the back of the neck all the way to his arms. The more he touched, the tighter his brows wrinkled, and then they became thinner. View the palm prints of Chen He's face. With his cultivation base, he can figure out the result steadily without requiring accurate horoscopes.

A mortal photomaster, he is not good at learning and babbling, and he speaks fiercely.

This is the backbone of Taoist Taoism, and it is also the fate of three catastrophes and nine difficulties. A life of rebellion, friendship, love, nine deaths, is the most pathetic fate.

Tap Chen He's eyebrows lightly with your finger, and an idea comes through:

[Finally, I will take you out of the shackles of this world, so that you will be relieved of the suffering of **** abandonment and rebellion. From now on, you will not know the strangers, and cause and effect will not be involved. 】

Shi Feng flicked his sleeve, holding the sleeping child and left without looking back.