So What If You’ve Been Reborn? Chapter 3: Raising dumplings
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Chen He’s brain was hit, which caused his memory to stay in the backyard pond when he was drowning. When he wakes up every day, he forgets what happened yesterday. It’s useless to study and recite in a private school. It’s useless after a nap. It has to be clean.
The memory of a three-year-old child is not very clear at first, what must the child do? It's nothing more than playing and greeting his grandmother. He grew up in a family of noble families. He wakes up every day and sees not his parents, but the maids and nurses. They do what they say.
It's like being reminded to go to school to meet your husband. What, even the husband doesn't remember? Young Master is even more stupid...
In this way, Chen He became a fool.
He was supposed to grow up in the Chen Mansion, but he accidentally fell off the skyscraper and became a teacher when he was six years old.
Master is a tablet placed on a stone table. Chen He, who was ignorant and confused for a long time, took Shi Feng as a master.
At first every morning, the quilt was flipped, and a soft white dumpling crawled out. The fleshy hand was holding the quilt, and he looked up along Shi Fen's knee in a daze.
The face of the cultivator for immortality has not changed for years, and the black hair is like lacquer, and it is not allowed to scatter. Because it is too long, a few strands still hang on the top of the dumpling.
Chen He raised his head curiously every day, stretched out his hand to hold it, and the cold and smooth hand quickly broke away from the shackles of his fat fist and touched the tip of Chen He's nose, causing him to sneeze uncontrollably.
Shi Feng opened his eyes slightly and looked down at him.
Chen He tilted his head and looked around, showing a thoughtful look.
——This is not Chen Mansion, he doesn't seem to be three years old either.
The technique of Tantric empowerment, spreads great wisdom, and communicates the profound meaning of the world.
It is very difficult to make Chui Tiao children instantly become a writer who knows the scriptures and learns the past and the present, but it is simple to make children literate and distinguish between good and evil.
Initiation is like a book left in your mind that you can understand without having to read it. Tantric monks use this as an inheritance and enlightenment of the Dharma. Shi Feng’s abilities in this supernatural power are limited, and it only allows Chen He to wake up every morning. He is no longer ignorant and confused about where he is, and has basic common sense of everything in the world-before he is cured of obsessiveness, Chen He can never live with the mind of a three-year-old child forever.
Dumpling awkwardly climbed to the side, dressed himself properly, pulled at the corner of Shi Feng's robe, and shouted softly, "I'm hungry."
Shi Feng picked up a few pebbles and tossed them.
A golden light fell on the ground, and the stones turned into figures. There are old woodcutters and women with baskets on their backs. Their faces are lifelike. After bowing to Shi Feng and Chen He, they flee and disappear without a trace.
The things that Chen He eats and normal children play are all puppets with such supernatural powers going to the market to buy.
On the bottom of the skyscraper, there are only cultivators who don’t need the reincarnation of grains. They have not heard of fireworks for hundreds of years. Now every morning, the fragrant meat buns and hot porridge smell in the cave that belongs to the mountain wall of Shifeng.
The closest thing to Shifeng Dongfu is the old man with white eyebrows. He sniffed and sighed.
"The owner of the valley is wrong. A baby with ecstasy is also very easy to raise. If you give him the same food every day, it won't be noisy." Because you have forgotten, haha.
"Daoist with long eyebrows, it's your turn today." Another "neighbor" said distantly.
"Um."
The old Dao stretched out his hand to straighten his long beard and long eyebrows, and the fairy wind fluttered from the futon.
When I got out of the cave, I saw Shi Feng stepping on the falling petals of the pear and wading into the cold mountain stream.
A thickly wrapped dumpling, walking along the bank of the stream with short legs.
Chen He has changed from being weak and weak when he first came to Black Abyss Valley, to breathing evenly without changing his face.
The basic method of internal breath adjustment has been dormant in Chen He's subconscious mind with the enlightenment technique. Let Tuanzi run out of breath to stimulate it, and then use his own spiritual power to guide the breath to run for 36 weeks, which is the first day What Shi Feng had to do in the morning.
In less than ten days, now as long as Chen He starts to run, his body is naturally breathing and breathing, and because he doesn't know how to stop, he maintains this mysterious state all day, until night falls into a deep sleep. , A new day starts again.
Even if Chen He doesn't remember anything, his body still has memories. The exercises he has practiced, the vitality gathered in the dantian, will not disappear as the master forgets.
The cold water of the stream runs through the entire Black Abyss Valley, and the deep pool where Shi Feng practices daily practice is at the end of the mountain stream.
The rosary beads wrapped around his wrists are almost translucent, exuding transparent silver brilliance. The stream gradually covered Shi Feng’s calves and knees. Finally, he walked onto a moss-covered blue stone, a long red robe. Floating in the water waves, after being soaked, it moisturizes a shocking bright red.
The string of rosary is too long, and the end of the rosary is hanging down in the water. The beads of uniform size slid across his fingertips one by one, and they were tempered more thoroughly.
He does not recite scriptures, nor does he recite Buddhist scriptures. He keeps his eyes solemn and silent.
Chen He chased to the side of the pool, staring blankly at Shi Feng, and bumped into the long eyebrow old Dao, who had long been sculpted by the bones of Xianfeng Dao.
"Little baby, beware." The Taoist flicked the dust and caught Chen He in an understatement.
The dumpling couldn't stop, stumbled on the short leg from the left to the right, rolled around on the ground, and sat on the ground in a daze.
Several gods staying on the beach are invariably the same--
"Hahaha, I fall every day!"
"The posture of rolling is the same. It seems that Shi Feng will dress him very thickly tomorrow. The weather is still cold, what should I do in summer haha!"
The long eyebrows and the old way are also secretly holding back a smile, he reaches out and touches the tiger-head hat on the head of the dumpling:
"Little Wawa, you were playing in the pond in the backyard of your home and suddenly came here after falling into the water?"
Chen He's eyes lit up.
"Well...Do you still feel a bit familiar here? Although I have never been here, I have never seen this person, but I trust him?" The old man with long eyebrows pretentiously pointed at Shi Feng on the bluestone of the water pool.
The dumpling nodded blankly.
"That's because you have a destined fate." The old way smiled mysteriously, waving a little golden light with a whisk, acting like an extraordinary man.
"Well, you are immortals..." Tuanzi nodded his head unconsciously, and told him subconsciously that these were true and not a trick. He raised his head and asked, "So I can also ask for immortals?"
"Thinking about becoming a fairy is not what we need, we need to understand! Come on, little baby, let's sit down and talk." With a wave of the old Taoist hand, there were two more futons on the ground.
Chen He consciously ran to sit down.
The long eyebrow old Dao coughed slightly: "This place is called Motianya, which is not connected to the outside world. Your master's name is Nan Hongzi, and he has long since passed away. The person who looks like your master is called Shi Feng. It is a long story. , These six reincarnations, there is a causal theory. Secretly tell you a secret, your brother is actually a thousand-year-old demon fox, as for you, the hunter who picked up his fox fur in the last life, the fox fur has become popular, and he will never become a fox again— —Oh, who hit me!"
Black Abyss Valley Lord's divine consciousness swept away, and he shouted with majesty: "Nonsense, when is Shi Feng a monster?"
"What are you afraid of." The long eyebrows shook his head, "Anyway, I won't remember tomorrow."
"Humph!" The Valley Master left angrily.
"Little Wawa, be scared!" The old Dao fiercely leaned close to Tuanzi's bulging cheeks.
"Hunter, fox."
Chen He repeated it cowardly, and after half a day he was finally shocked, so scared that he put his hands on the ground.
"Hey." The elder eyebrows strike while the iron is hot, "If you can't become a fairy and pay off the debt owed to Shi Feng in your previous life, Shi Feng will eat you. You are whiter, tender and delicious than a poorly raised Lingzhi doll—— "
The dumpling began to tremble, and the old Dao still used threatening gazes constantly. Finally, the dumpling couldn't help it, tears rolled down.
The long eyebrows wiped a cold sweat on his head: I finally cried!
When Shi Feng returned to the river beach, Tuanzi trembled with a look of fear.
Shi Feng walked away without squinting his eyes, and the dumplings immediately staggered over, grabbing the corner of his clothes cautiously, and choked: "Don't eat me, don't leave me..."
Shi Feng stopped, slightly bent over to pick up the dumpling, wrapped it in his arms, and made him sobbing low on his shoulders.
The palm gently touched the child's back, helping Chen He to bring back the messy breath adjustment in his body, and then returned to the cave, patiently fed him a meat bag, and held his handwritten words Lingfei through.
"The Three Spirits Winged Scenery, Tai Xuan helps Yu, rides the dragon and rides the clouds, so worry and worry."
The strokes are smooth and round, and they turn freely. With the sky light thrown into the crevices of the mountain wall, the handwriting floats slightly on the paper, and Chen He also opens his eyes wide, seeming to feel something.
"...Happy Tai Chi, rest with the sky." Shi Feng stopped writing, and let the supernatural power puppet buy mud puppets and sugar people from the market town to play with the dumplings.
The night is going to sink, Chen He is no longer afraid of Shi Feng. Before going to bed, he grabbed Shi Feng's shirt and asked in a dazed manner: "The old **** said that brother is a fox. Can you show me his tail? Well, it must be very warm."
Without waiting for Shi Feng's reaction, the dumplings fell asleep.
The palm of the hand touched the Baihui acupoint on Chen He's head, and the color in Shi Feng's eyes eased.
——Seven emotions and six desires are the foundation of human beings. If you don’t cry or laugh, you can’t get out of the seven emotions, and you will easily fall into the magical way in the future. Fortunately, Chen He is still young and being raised by his side makes him cry and laugh like a normal child.
After covering the dumpling with a quilt and making sure that there is no gap that will leak the air, Shi Feng's thoughts return to today's long eyebrow nonsense lie, the fox demon is too outrageous.
Although everyone in the Black Abyss Valley turns out every day, amusing and scaring the children, they also help Chen He to ease the frustrated seven emotions, but Shi Feng sees that they are simply happy in it, and there are many tricks.
So blatantly bullying his younger brother, let Shi Feng a little bit mind.
What should I do?
Shu Feng glanced around in the cave, and saw the jade slips piled up on the bookshelves, and suddenly he moved in his heart.
Cangyu is usually used by the cultivation world to record the magic formulas. It is carved into a jade ball, hung on Chen He and hidden in his clothes, and writes down all the nonsense, and waits for Chen He to grow up. Open the jade bamboo pill by yourself, and when you are curious to read the contents of these jade balls——
Shi Feng smiled silently.
Thinking to forget the past every day, the younger brother is so bully? From now on, let Chen He go to them to settle the accounts.
Day after day, the people sitting cross-legged on the bluestone in the deep pool are still the same. The dumplings are walking on their short legs. Every day, they can meet different "good-hearted gods" on the river beach. These are old and disrespectful cultivators. I happily run around to bully the children every day. The story is more thrilling and interesting. Slowly, the dumplings are no longer dull and dull. The **** and white eyes follow the signs of the "fairies". Cry and laugh, and say that you don't believe it.
Lingfeijing, Nanhuajing, Huainanzi...
The smart and round writing on the scroll gradually changed. After Shi Feng released his hand, the dumplings could also be completed in one go with the familiar spiritual power. The silver hook and iron paintings were sharp and sharp.
The pitted fist holding the pen gradually became longer and stronger, and the silhouette reflected on the paper became more upright and handsome.
"Zuoran is independent, solitary alone, going through the nine days, and going through the nine fields."
A ray of light from the sky entered the cave. The white-shirted boy held a pen with one hand and held the other behind him, and suddenly turned his head to the side. His handsome and delicate eyebrows were like flying immortals.
"Hey, what is under the table?"
Chen He lowered his head in doubt, as if it were a box, without a lock.
Brother is not there, it should be okay to open it and see.
——Every day, three thousand years old, three thousand nine years old, three thousand blue jade **** lying quietly in a sandalwood box.