Xiang Que took the message handed to him by the old man without reading it. He lowered his head and looked at Wanwan in his arms. His heart suddenly felt like a knife, as if there were countless small knives poking and poking at his heart.
The sword sees the bottom, the sword sees blood.
"Uh-huh." Xiang Que looked up at the Taoist nun in shock and asked subconsciously: "She, what's wrong?"
"In terms of medical skills, maybe Tianshan Jingci Temple is not as good as Zhongjing Mansion, but when it comes to the art of conditioning and refining alchemy, they have to admit that they are not as good as us..."
"Master, I was the one who was abrupt."
The child in Xiang Que's arms is now as skinny as a stick, with almost no flesh on his body. His body is covered with skin and bones, his face is sallow, and he looks sick and sick. His eyes are half-open and half-closed as if he is weak. Originally, at this time
In addition to being sleepy and accidental, babies should be quite noisy. They will flutter their hands and feet and make babbling noises when nothing happens, instead of lying so quietly in someone's arms.
Perhaps after being held in Xiang Que's arms, the child seemed to feel the connection between blood. She gently grabbed a few Xiang Que's arms with her small hands, opened her mouth gently, and screamed a few times.
Then she clucked her little mouth and arched into his arms.
The child was so thin that when he held her, his arms felt as if they were boneless, light and weightless. Xiang Que looked down at the child, his eyes were red all the time, and his chest and abdomen were tumbling.
, there was a buzzing in my head.
"During these days in Jingci'an, I asked Qingling to massage her bones twice a day to activate her blood circulation and loosen her muscles. I also specially found a family down the mountain who could breastfeed, specifically for mothers who had just given birth.
After inviting her to the mountain, I also made several batches of tonic elixirs for her to strengthen the child's physical condition.
Replenishing energy and spirit, but no matter how much we do, it is all external force, and the effect is limited after all. This child has a numerology problem. No matter how good other methods are used, it will be difficult to remove the root. If you hadn't done it before
She has accumulated bad virtues, and I’m afraid her situation is still..."
Xiang Que sighed and said, "Thank you, master, thank you Jingci'an."
Wanwan's problem cannot be solved by just feeding Shiquan Dabu Pills every day. Xiang Que didn't dare to take the child with him, so he stayed at Jingci'an for recuperation, just to create a baby for her as much as possible.
The good environment for recuperation, but the results were a bit unsatisfactory. The skinny and pale-faced Wanwan still could not get out of the cursed circle of fate.
The Taoist nun took out two white porcelain bottles from her sleeves and handed them to Xiang Que: "These are two bottles of elixirs that I made based on the child's constitution. Feed her once a week, crush them and put them in warm water.
It can increase children's vitality, although it cannot
Removing the roots can at least give her body good supplies. Except for the two bottles of medicine I gave her, you should not give her any other things to replenish qi and blood. The child is too young to tolerate large doses of supplements, otherwise
It may be counterproductive.”
Xiang Que took it in his hand and thanked her sincerely. The end of his life was quite hard, but at the same time he was also very lucky. After his biological mother died, she had a stepmother who could also care for her, even when the child grew up.
You will never know that your mother is dead until you become an adult, and you will completely regard Chen Xia as
From the perspective of her biological mother, at least until she becomes an adult, she will not feel that she is any different from others in terms of parental affection. In addition to Chen Xia and Xiang Que, there are too many people who give her a lot of care. Su Ho's parents
, the Taoist nuns at Jingci'an, and the Taoist priests, all of them have sacrificed a lot for Wanwan.
When God gives you a hard life, he also opens up another path full of sunshine for you.
The old Taoist nun looked at the child, sighed, and said: "She was sent to me almost from birth, and she has been with me for several months. I really treat this child as my own. I hope that next time
If you bring her to Tianshan again, what I will see is a lively little girl, not a sick child. I also hope that you can bring her here in person. Your master once said that your life may not be better than this child's.
No matter how much, you should be more careful yourself.”
Xiang Que held the child in his arms and bowed deeply to the Taoist nun: "My child and I will never forget your great kindness. When her safety is over, I will definitely bring my child back to Tianshan to see you..."
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After picking up the child, Xiang Que left Jingci'an as soon as possible after carrying the baby in his arms. He went to Tianshan to temporarily settle down for the night. He planned to leave for Qufu tomorrow to hand the child into the hands of Kong Dejing.
Sitting on the bed with a cigarette in his mouth, Xiang Que opened a message that Lao Dao had written to Xiang Que before he left.
The handwriting of the veteran is not just like the person he is. The flowing regular script written by his hand is as grand as a rainbow, and the words are full of eloquence. It is pleasing to the eye at a glance, and there is a sense of elegance between the lines.
"To my disciple Xiang Que, my teacher wishes Chungang... I have been teaching you Taoism for more than twenty-three years. My teacher's kindness will last forever. Your hard work in teaching Taoism is unmatched by anyone. I hope you will become a dragon as high as the sky."
"..." The corners of Xiang Que's mouth twitched a few times, and he felt ashamed.
"Your life has been too rough. Before you were born, your fate was doomed to many disasters. You were reincarnated with five disadvantages, three shortcomings, and hundreds of ghosts. You would have become the carrier of others before you reached the age of one, but you and I are destined to be masters and disciples.
We are destined to meet each other in the dark. I am grateful to God for his kindness in life, and I have formed a master-disciple relationship with you.
·····In your twenty-fifth year, you will face a catastrophe. Your catastrophe will not be protected by Gujing Temple due to the reincarnation of cause and effect. Neither your uncle nor my senior brother can protect you. We can only rely on
You endured it with great difficulty, but you have worked hard and accumulated a lot since coming down the mountain. I feel very gratified when I miss you as my teacher.
But there is one thing you must keep in mind and not take it lightly. You were born against the will of heaven but you have enjoyed an extra twenty-three years of life. God will not tolerate it. If you want to be honest for the rest of your life, you have to survive this catastrophe.
, it is more difficult to go against the sky than to climb to the sky... I left this letter to Master Tianshan to remind you.
Sound, if you take good care of your children, the weather will be sunny. Don’t pick up sesame seeds and throw away watermelons. If you delay your own important things, what will happen to your children in the future? You have to distinguish the priorities of things. You must solve your own troubles before you can focus on them.
I have to run for her, this is a first-come, first-served relationship, do you understand?"
The old Taoist was extremely worried. He expected that Xiang Que would come to Tianshan Jingci Temple before going to Xishan Laofeng, so he left a message here to remind him, so that Xiang Que would not worry about the child again.
My own important matters have been delayed.
Just over a year has passed in a blink of an eye!
Xiang Que's eyes turned red, and he carefully put the piece of paper in his bag and put it away. His mother, who had traveled thousands of miles, was worried. In just a few thousand words, he expressed Zhu Chungang's concern for Xiang Que. This closed disciple was very unhappy.
Save your worries, Zhu Chun
Just after Hedao left, I couldn't let go of him, so I made a trip to Tianshan to give him a warning. I must let Xiang Quebie suffer a big loss because of a small thing. In the end, not only did he not survive the catastrophe, but his children too.
The future has been delayed.
If Xiang Que is dead, how can others run around for Wan Wan?
"I understand the truth, but if this matter doesn't happen to me, then I am an outsider. When the onlookers are confused, I can't help myself." Xiang Que looked back at Xiang Que, who was sleeping soundly on the bed with his eyes closed.
The child has clear blood vessels on his clenched fists, but his face that should be fair is sallow. Who is a parent who wouldn’t be heartbroken!
Xiang Que went to bed, hugged the child, and couldn't sleep for a long time.
Taipei.
"Daoling..."
A jealous fight did not break out, and King Yan and Wang Daoling became friends who had never known each other without fighting. The next day after that night, King Yan took the initiative to call Wang Daoling out.
"Why did you come to Taipei suddenly?" King Yan asked.
Wang Daoling said: "Ever since our ancestors were sent to the Nine Netherworlds by the Five Hegemons of the Spring and Autumn Period, their descendants have always been implicated. After we die, we neither enter reincarnation nor reincarnate, and the dead souls are all imprisoned in the Nine Netherworlds. This goes on for more than two thousand years.
In 2009, the Wang family once said, "Why should our Wang family suffer such a serious crime? We have not done anything wrong."
King Yan frowned and said, "It's really not the Wang family's fault. It's just that they couldn't attack the sainted Saint Kong back then, and they couldn't have any dissatisfaction with the seventy-two sages, so they had to vent their anger.
It’s all spread on Wang Xichi, but..."
After a pause, King Yan squinted his eyes, looked at Wang Daoling, and said: "As far as I know, the souls of the dead in the Nine Nether Hells can never escape, and they are even more strictly guarded than those in the Eighteenth Level Hell.
It is impossible for the descendants of your Wang family to communicate with Jiuyou in the Yang world, so how do you know what happened to the descendants of the Wang family in Jiuyou? Also, I remember that Wang Xichi did not practice Feng Shui or Yin and Yang back then.
?”
"Haha" Wang Daoling smiled faintly. Suddenly, a blurry shadow appeared behind him and disappeared in a flash.
"Are you possessed?" King Yan asked.
"You must have heard of the opening of the Yellow River's Ghost Gate, right? Especially this year's opening of the Yellow River's Ghost Gate was a bit too abrupt."
King Yan nodded and said: "This year is indeed different from the previous times when the gate of hell was opened. It is said that there are souls who have escaped from the eighteen levels of hell."
Wang Daoling raised his hands towards the sky and said: "Thank you ancestors for seeing me, this year when the Yellow River Ghost Gate opened, the underworld was in turmoil, and many unstable cracks appeared in the gaps connecting the yin and yang realms.
The souls of the dead on the fifteenth and seventeenth levels of hell took the opportunity to escape, but what many people don’t know is that a hole was also opened in the Nine Nether Hell. One of the deceased souls of my Wang family ancestors took this opportunity to escape from the Nine Netherworld.
After we came out and came to the earthly world, we found the descendants of the Wang family, that is, me. Only then did we learn that all the people who died in the Wang family had been imprisoned in the Nine Netherworld and could never escape forever."