Chen He's brain was hit, which caused his memory to stay in the backyard pond. When he was drowning in the backyard, he would forget what happened yesterday when he woke up every day. net.
The memory of a three-year-old child is not very clear at all. What is the child must do? It's nothing more than playing, going to say hello to his grandmother, he grew up in a noble family, and every day he wakes up, he sees not his parents, but maids and nurses, and they do whatever they say.
It's like being reminded to go to school to see Mr., what, even Mr. doesn't remember? The little master is even more stupid...
Chen He just became a fool.
He should have grown up in the Chen Mansion, but he accidentally fell off the Sky Cliff and became a teacher at the age of six.
Master is a tablet placed on a stone table. Chen He, who is ignorant, has been confused for a long time, and regards Shi Feng as his master.
In the early morning, the quilt was tilted, and a soft white dumpling emerged, carrying the quilt in his fleshy hands, and looked up stupidly along Shi Feng's knees.
The face of the cultivator who seeks immortality has not changed over the years, and his black hair is like lacquer.
Every day, Chen He raised his head curiously and reached out to hold it. The cool 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 the Chen residence, and he doesn't seem to be three years old either.
The technique of tantric empowerment, spreading great wisdom, and understanding the profound meaning of the world.
It is very difficult to make a child who is slung into a literati who knows the scriptures and learns both ancient and modern in an instant, but it is easy to make a child literate and distinguish between good and evil.
The empowerment is like a volume of books that can be integrated into the mind without flipping through it. The eminent tantric monks use this as an inheritance to realize the Buddhadharma. Shi Feng's ability in this supernatural power is limited, and it can only make Chen He wake up every morning. Confused and confused, he doesn't know where he is, and he has basic common sense about everything in the world - until the psychosis is cured, Chen He can't always live with the mind of a three-year-old child.
The dumpling clumsily crawled to the side, dressed himself properly, pulled the corners of Shi Feng's robe, and shouted softly, "I'm hungry."
Shi Feng picked up a few pebbles and threw them at random.
A golden light hit the ground, and the stones turned into several figures. There were old woodcutters and women with baskets on their shoulders, with lifelike faces. After bowing their heads to Shi Feng and Chen He, they disappeared without a trace.
What Chen He used to eat, as well as the things that normal children played with, were all purchased at the market by such a puppet master.
At the bottom of the cliff, there are only cultivators who do not need the reincarnation of grains. They have not smelled fireworks for hundreds of years. Now every morning in the cave on the mountain side of Shifeng, the fragrant smell of meat buns and hot porridge wafts out.
The one closest to Shi Feng's cave was the old man with white eyebrows, who sniffed and sighed.
"The owner of the valley is wrong, the doll with psychosis is also very easy to raise, and it won't be noisy if he eats the same thing every day." Because they have forgotten it, haha.
"Fellow Daoist Changmei, it's your turn today." Another "neighbor" voice transmission of divine sense.
"Well."
The old man stretched out his hand to manage his long beard and eyebrows, and the fairy wind floated from the futon.
As soon as he got out of the cave, he saw Shi Feng stepping on the falling tangli petals and wading into the icy mountain stream.
A thickly wrapped dumpling ran along the bank of the stream with short legs.
Chen He went from weak and weak when he first came to Heiyuan Valley to now breathing evenly without changing his face.
The basic method of inner family breath regulation has been dormant in Chen He's subconscious with the technique of empowerment. Let the dumpling run out of breath to stimulate it, and then use its own spiritual power to guide the breath to run for thirty-six weeks. everything to do.
Less than ten days ago, as long as Chen He started running, his body naturally adjusted his breath, and because he didn't know how to stop, he maintained this mysterious state all day long, until night fell and he fell into a deep sleep. Start a new day.
Even if Chen He doesn't remember anything, his body still has memories. The exercises he has practiced, his breathing and breathing are concentrated in his dantian, and they will not disappear when the master forgets them.
The stream was cold to the bone, running through the entire Heiyuan Valley, and the deep pool where Shi Feng practiced every day was at the end of the mountain stream.
The rosary beads wrapped around his wrists were almost translucent, emitting a clear silver glow. The stream water gradually covered Shi Feng’s calf and knees. Finally, he walked onto a bluestone covered with moss, and the long windings of his red robes floated on the water waves. After being soaked, it moistened with a shocking bright red.
The string of rosary beads was too long, and the end of it hung down into the water. The beads of uniform size slipped through his fingertips one by one, being tempered more thoroughly.
He did not recite scriptures, nor chanted Buddhist verses, but his eyes were closed and solemn, and he was silent.
Chen He chased to the edge of the pool, stared at Shi Feng blankly, and bumped into the long-browded old Taoist who had been posing there for a long time.
"Be careful little baby." The Taoist brushed the dust and caught Chen He lightly.
The dumpling couldn't hold back, his short legs stumbled from the left to the right, rolled around on the ground, and sat on the ground in a daze.
Several divine consciousnesses that stayed on the river beach coincidentally—
"Hahaha, I fall every day!"
"The rolling posture is the same. It seems that Shi Feng will also dress him very thickly tomorrow. The weather is still cold, what will it be like in summer haha!"
The old man with long eyebrows was also secretly laughing. He reached out and touched the tiger hat on the head of the dumplings: "Little baby, you were playing in the pond in the backyard at home, and you came here suddenly after falling into the water?"
Chen He's eyes lit up.
"Well... Do you still think this place is a little familiar, although I haven't been here, I haven't seen this person, but I trust him very much?" The old man with long eyebrows pretended to point to Shi Feng on the bluestone of the water pool with his whisk.
The group nodded dumbly.
"That's because you have a predestined relationship." The old man smiled mysteriously, and the whisker he swung away was a little bit of golden light, acting like a master outside the world.
"Well, you are immortals..." Tuanzi nodded seriously, subconsciously telling him that these were all real, not a trick, he raised his head and asked, "So I can also ask for immortals?"
"You don't need to ask to become an immortal, you have to realize it! Come on, little baby, let's sit down and talk." The old man waved his hand, and there were two more futons on the ground.
Chen He consciously ran over and sat down.
The old man with long eyebrows coughed lightly: "This place is called Motianya, and it 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. Reincarnation, there is cause and effect. Let me tell you a secret secretly, your senior brother is actually a thousand-year-old demon fox. What about you, you were a hunter who picked up his fox skin in your previous life. The fox skin has been contaminated with popularity, and he will never change back to a fox - ouch, Who hit me!"
The Lord of Heiyuan Valley swept away his spiritual sense, and shouted in a dignified anger: "Nonsense, when was Shi Feng a monster?"
"What are you afraid of?" The old man with long eyebrows shook his head, "Anyway, the little doll won't remember tomorrow."
"Humph!" The owner of the valley left angrily.
"Little baby, you're scared!" The old man approached the dumpling's bulging cheeks abruptly.
"Hunter, fox."
Chen He repeated cowardly, and after a long time, he was finally startled and put his hands on the ground in fright.
"Hehe." The old man with long eyebrows strikes while the iron is hot, "If you can't become an immortal and repay the debt owed to Shi Feng in your previous life, Shi Feng will eat you. You are whiter, tenderer and more delicious than the Lingzhi doll raised by the poor—"
The dumpling began to tremble, and the old man kept staring at him with menacing eyes. Finally, the dumpling couldn't help it, and tears rolled down in a string.
The old man with long eyebrows wiped the cold sweat on his head: I finally cried!
When Shi Feng returned to the beach, Tuanzi was trembling with a look of fear in his eyes.
Shi Feng walked away without squinting, and the dumplings stumbled towards him immediately, grabbing the corner of his clothes carefully, sobbing: "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 let him lie on his shoulders and sob in a low voice.
Gently caressing the child's back with his palm, he helped Chen He to guide back the chaotic breathing in his body. Then he returned to the cave, patiently fed him a meat bun, and then held his handwriting and wrote a few sentences of the Spiritual Flying Scripture.
"Three Spirits Wing Scenery, Taixuan Fuyu, Riding the Dragon Riding the Clouds, why worry?"
The strokes were smooth and round, and turned freely. With the light from the sky in the gaps in the mountain wall, the handwriting actually floated slightly on the paper, and Chen He also opened his eyes wide, as if he felt something.
"...Xiaoyao Taiji, rest with the sky." Shi Feng stopped writing, and let the magic puppet buy clay dolls and sugar figures from the market town to play with the dumplings for fun.
The night was about to fall, and Chen He was no longer afraid of Shi Feng. Before going to bed, he grabbed onto Shi Feng's shirt and asked confusedly, "The old fairy said that my brother is a fox, can you show me the tail? Soft, definitely Very warm."
Before Shi Feng could react, the dumpling fell asleep.
The palm of his hand touched the Baihui Point on the top of Chen He's head, and the expression in Shi Feng's eyes eased a little.
- The seven emotions and six desires are the foundation of human beings. If you don't cry or laugh, you will not be able to succumb to the seven emotions. Fortunately, Chen He was still young and kept by his side, it was easy for him to cry and laugh like a normal child.
After covering the dumpling with a quilt and making sure that no gap would leak air, Shi Feng's thoughts returned to the nonsense lie of the old-fashioned man with long eyebrows today.
Although everyone in Heiyuangu came out every day, laughing and scaring the children, it was also helping Chen He to ease the stagnation, but Shi Feng saw that they were simply enjoying it, and they were full of tricks.
Such blatant bullying of his junior brother made Shi Feng a little concerned.
How to do it
Shi Feng glanced around in the cave and saw the piles of jade slips on the bookshelf, and suddenly his heart moved.
Cangyu is usually used in the comprehension world to record the prescriptions of the exercises. It is carved into a jade ball, hung on Chen He and hidden in his clothes, and all the nonsense is written down. When Chen He grows up, he will be able to open the jade on his own. Jian Danfang, when curiously reading the contents of these jade balls—
Shi Feng smiled silently.
Do you think that you will forget your past junior and senior brothers every day? In the future, let Chen He find them to settle accounts.
Day after day, the people sitting cross-legged on the bluestones of the deep pool are still the same. The dumplings are walking on short legs. Every day, they can meet different "good-hearted fairies" on the river beach. They come to bully the children in turn, and the stories are made up to be more thrilling and interesting. Slowly, the dumplings no longer have a dumb expression. The big black and white eyes follow the gestures of the "immortals", and the dumplings never only cry and laugh. , to angrily say no to believe it.
Lingfei Jing, Nanhua Jing, Huainanzi…
The smart and round handwriting on the scroll gradually changed. After Shi Feng released his hand, the dumplings could also rely on the familiar spiritual power to complete it in one go.
The person holding the pen has a pitted fist, gradually becoming slender and powerful, and the silhouette reflected on the paper becomes more and more tall and handsome.
"Zuo Ran is independent, block Ran is alone, up to the nine heavens, down through the nine wilds."
A ray of light from the sky entered the cave, and the white-shirted boy held the pen with one hand and the other behind him, and suddenly turned his head to the side, his handsome and delicate eyebrows were like the outline of a flying fairy.
"Hey, what's under the table?"
Chen He bowed his head in doubt, as if it was a box without a lock.
Senior brother is not here, so it should be alright to open it and take a look.
- Every day, a thousand pieces for three years, three thousand for nine years, and three thousand blue jade balls lying quietly in a sandalwood box.