In fact, Tao Qing had a good idea, the mountains are suitable for raising babies. For a while, I really forgot the hustle and bustle of the outside world, and I was intoxicated all day long, but sometimes when I think of the war outside, I can’t help sighing, feeling like I’m escaping like this It's really not something an individual should do.
Lian Er and Yan Li passed several messages and told Yan Li that she would be away for a period of time, but she didn't say much about where she would go and what she would do, but Tao Qing presumably made some arrangements. The news from Lian Er is not broken, but it has changed from once every two or three days to once every half a month or even longer. I guess she must have left Minyue, or even far away from Minyue. cross. There are countless strange people in Tao Qing's tent, but it's a pity that Lian'er is the only one who understands the bird's language. No wonder Lian'er never eats little oily chicken. Also... at least not eating that much...
So what? One day in the mountain, the world has been thousands of years, or the other way around, there are two worlds in the mountain and outside the mountain. We live a life in a small paradise isolated from the world, counting the sun rises and sunsets, accidentally, the stomach big.
On that day, Yan Li came over to check my pulse as usual, and I pointed to my belly and said to him, "He just kicked me."
This man couldn't understand my resentment at all, and was even pleasantly surprised that I was being punched and kicked by an unfilial child, and his ears were pressed against my belly, and he smiled happily when he heard it. He really didn't look like a city man...
"Yan Xiaowu..." I tugged at his long hair, looking at the sky speechlessly, "You said he was a man or a woman, why can't he move his hands and feet all day long?"
Yan Li withdrew his ears, listened to my pulse, smiled contemplatively, and said slowly, "From the pulse, it might be my daughter."
I looked at him with contempt, "Can you tell the pulse? Listen to your nonsense!"
Yan Li deeply felt that his professional knowledge was insulted, so he withdrew his hand unwillingly. "Otherwise what do you think?"
I touched my chin and said, "Last night, I dreamed that I gave birth to a son."
He sneered and tapped my forehead. "How can a dream be taken seriously?"
At this time Tang Si came in, only heard the second half of the sentence and asked: "What is the dream?"
I humiliated and hid in his direction. "San'er, I dreamed of giving birth to a son, and Yan Xiaowu scolded me for being superstitious."
Tang Si laughed after hearing this, "Ha, it's true that dreaming cannot be taken seriously."
"Hmph!" I withdrew my hand, folded my chest and pouted, "Otherwise, do you think it's a man or a woman?"
"I heard that you are sour and spicy, you like eating sour so much, it should be your son." Tang Si used a pseudo-scientific method to come to the same conclusion as me.
Yan Li really scoffed at his theory, and said with a smile: "Pregnant women should not eat spicy food, sour children and hot women are nonsense."
Tang Si raised his eyebrows and said with a sneer, "Oh, you are more insightful? Then tell me?"
Seeing that the smell of gunpowder smoke began to fill the air, I hurriedly interrupted the two of them, clutching their stomachs and yelling "Ouch", the expressions of the two immediately changed, they all looked at me, and said anxiously: "What's wrong!"
I frowned and said: "It seems that I ate too much at noon, and my stomach is bloated..."
Feeling cheated, the two raised their eyebrows and immediately united the front. They glared at me angrily, and drove me out for a walk to bask in the sun from left to right. Holding the stick, he said with a smile: "Just now I heard three benefactors arguing outside the door. Actually, why is it so? It's better to use the method of the poor monk." He said and handed over the stick, "Ask the Buddha."
The three of us: "..."
It’s hard to be generous, I took the stick and shook it happily. It took me a long time to throw out a lottery. Monk Bubal picked it up, and the two men who pretended not to care and didn’t believe it also secretly glanced at Monk Bubal. .
"Hmm..." Bubal was thoughtful, I swallowed my saliva and asked, "What do you say?"
Bubal put down the lottery, and said seriously: "It says that the one you gave birth to is either a boy or a girl."
I also answered him seriously: "Don't think that with the support of the Buddha, I dare not beat you."
"Amitabha." Bubal faced my threats with a smile, "Seeing that the female benefactor is so tough, the poor monk deeply feels that boys and girls are the same."
Yan Li was unable to support his forehead and said: "Forget it, forget it, what he said is not wrong, it's the same for having a son and a daughter, anyway, the result will be known in three months."
In the past few months in the ruined temple in the mountains, Yanli took good care of her, Tang Si accompanied her all the way, and she could tease her when she was bored. Yanli said that my birth was stunted in the first three months, but he Under the holy hand of her, she has already rejuvenated, and she will definitely give birth to a healthy and strong baby. But I was a little bit worried: everyone said that prenatal education is important, my baby grew up listening to monks chanting scriptures in a ruined temple, will he also...have a destiny with Buddha in the future.
After Bubal heard my worries, he laughed and said: "The poor monk is a monk who does not precept. If your child becomes a monk, I am afraid that he will not be a good monk. Most likely he is..." The latter did not say the whole thing, but from his From the narrow eyes, it must not be a good word, either a "demon monk" or a "sex monk"...
The weather has suddenly become hot these few days, and the trees in the mountains are shady, but it's still cool. Tang Si's hands are extremely skillful, and he made a whole set of furniture with local materials. The hanging chair under the big tree at the entrance of the ruined temple is my favorite. Every day in the afternoon, I lie on that hanging chair and sway lightly. There is a cool breeze in the mountain, and there are bursts of cicadas singing. Yan Li's right hand, Tang Si, walked around the small hill for a walk to digest food, and by the way, he looked at the stars and the moon, and it was full of romantic feelings...
I had a face-to-face meeting with Monk Bubal, and I still went to take a nap under the big tree, Yan Li was busy with his herbal planting business, Tang Si squeezed a hanging chair with me out of boredom, and I hugged his waist in fear. "Can this hanging chair bear the weight of three people..."
He closed his eyes and said tiredly: "The one in your stomach can be ignored." He was still groping my body with his hands, and murmured: "It's not bad, it's fat but not greasy."
I was stunned for a moment, and reacted by slapping his paw back and forth, and he quickly caught it, and said impatiently after succeeding: "Don't make noise, I want to sleep."
Why is he sleepier than a pregnant woman like me...
I thought it was too hot to be nestled in his arms, so I moved my fart and butt, turned my back to him, put his hand on my swollen belly, rubbed it unconsciously a few times, and my breathing became smooth Slow down.
I closed my eyes, and heard Tang Si's heartbeat from behind, the rustling of the treetops in the breeze, the bald monk reciting scriptures that only he could understand in the ruined temple, and even heard Farther away, footsteps were heard...
Yan Li
The situation is not right!
My heart trembled, I grabbed Tang Si's hand and pinched him, he immediately woke up, but he didn't realize what happened, just as he was about to speak, I covered him with my hand, I winked, he was puzzled I frowned, but soon came to my senses, wrapped my waist around my waist and lifted it up, hiding in the dense branches of the big tree.
The vegetation on the mountain grows very well, and when you step on it, you will make a rustling sound. The sound is getting closer and closer until two people come into our eyes.
Two people wearing the same white clothes, the cloud and moon patterns on the cuffs and necklines showed their identities. Both of them were wearing small white hats, and their faces were covered with white scarves, so their faces could not be seen clearly. Those two people went straight to the ruined temple, stopped in front of the ruined temple, looked at each other, and the woman on the right said something, it was Minyue dialect, Tang Si and I didn't understand it.
The sound of chanting sutras in the temple stopped, and after a while, the bald monk answered them something.
The voice of the woman outside the door was dry and without a trace of emotion. After talking a lot, the bald monk finally walked out of the ruined temple, with a solemn expression on his face, completely different from the usual him.
I was stunned for a while, then looked back at Tang Si, only to see that he was equally confused.
Butu said a few more words to those two people, and after the two looked at each other, the woman on the right bowed to Butu, stepped back slowly, and returned to the direction she came from.
It wasn't until the two of them walked far enough that Tang Si hugged me and landed on the ground, and Yan Li was one step ahead of us, stepped forward to strangle the bald throat, and asked sharply: "What is your purpose in deceiving us!"
The bald monk smiled slightly, as if he didn't care that he was controlled by others, he opened his eyes and looked at Yan Li, and replied in a warm voice: "The almsgiver's words are wrong, monks don't lie, poor monks have never lied to you."
"You concealed your true identity!" Yan Li stared at him fiercely.
"What the poor monk said is true. The poor monk is an abandoned disciple of the Esoteric sect. His Dharma name is not bald. He lives alone in the mountains. Could there be any deception?"
Yan Li snorted coldly: "But you didn't say that you are the suzerain of the Tantric sect and possess three secret arts!"
Don't take it lightly. "The suzerain of the Tantric sect is a thing of the past. Now there is only one who is not bald, and there is no suzerain."
"If you are not the suzerain, why did they ask you to come out to preside over Lan Zhengying's marriage?"
Hearing this, I couldn't help but interrupt him. "Lan Zhengying wants to get married? Isn't he still fighting?"
Yan Li looked back at me complicatedly. "Those two people came here just now to convey a message. Chen Guo promised to marry Minyue. Seven days later, Lan Zhengying and Shen Dongli will hold their marriage in the Holy Land of the Mirror. The tantric suzerain must perform the blessing ceremony."
I widened my eyes and said, "Huh?"