Early in the morning, Zhao Ran leaned over and kissed Rong Niang's cheek for a moment. Rong Niang huddled beside the bed, holding her two-month-old child in her arms and said, "Don't worry, I will take good care of the child."
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Zhao Ran stretched out his hand and pinched the child's cheek: "Chen Bao, eat well. Dad will kiss you when he comes back."
Rong Niang slapped his hand away, rolled her eyes, and kicked him out.
The child was born on August 15th. He hasn’t been given a big name yet, but he already has a nickname, given by Rong Niang. At this point, Zhao Ran actually doesn’t care, but the issue he doesn’t care about is for Rong Niang.
It's important to say it. When she heard that she had been granted the naming rights by Zhao Ran, even if it was her nickname, Rong Niang was extremely moved.
But Rong Niang's nickname for the child turned out to be Chen'er, which made Zhao Ran quite speechless. He didn't know what her mentality was that led her to choose such a name. But Rong Niang had just given birth, and Zhao Ran knew that in the past few months, Rong Niang had just given birth.
No matter whether it makes sense or not, you must follow her wishes, otherwise it will be very troublesome if you are depressed, so you can only let it go.
Zhao Ran was preparing to rush to Qinzhou, where he would meet up with Duanmu Chongqing, and then go to Luosha Island together. Before that, he had to go to Doumu Palace.
Nowadays, the Zongsheng Hall is becoming more and more popular. Not only the teacher, senior brother and myself have offspring, but many secular people who have moved in also have many descendants, such as Quanzhike. Quanzhike is getting stronger and stronger in his seventies.
It is really a miraculous skill to have a son at such an old age. For this reason, Zhao Ran specially used a sentence for him to change his talent. When it comes to cultivation, he definitely doesn't have much hope of forming a pill, but if he takes good care of it,
, maybe he can enter Huangguan and let him live another ten or twenty years.
Another example is the Gan family and the Qu family who moved into the Zongsheng Hall and thought they were dependent. The two families also gave birth to several children, who were active and active in the cave all day long. The son of Gan Shutong who had his bones examined in Yingtian that day - Gan Shisan.
He has reached the age of thirteen, and his bones are very ordinary, so Zhao Ran also spent a sentence to improve his cultivation talent. Now he is also practicing under Wei Zhizhen's disciple and has entered Taoism.
When Gan Shisan was named last year, Gan Shutong sent a special letter to ask for Zhao Ran's opinion. This child, who is of the same generation as Qu Fenghe and Qu Fengshan, should also have the character "Feng". Zhao Ran thought about it and simply named him Feng.
Chi, Gan Shu and Fei Fu replied, thinking this name is excellent.
Zhao Liniang was so happy to see so many children that she erected a new statue in the Doumu Hall - the Holy Mother Yuanjun of Jiutianweifang, located next to Doumu Yuanjun, to pray for blessings and protect the healthy growth of the children in the Zongsheng Hall.
Zhao Ran came to Doumu Hall today, ready to fulfill his responsibilities as a father, pray for Chen'er, and pray to the Holy Mother Yuanjun of the Nine Heavens Guard House to protect his child from illness and disaster. After praying, he was about to leave.
Qu Fenghe had already arranged for people to place the offerings, which were simple objects such as fruit tea and copper coins. He was now more familiar with the process of inviting gods to the lower world, and knew that the immortals and gods invited down were indeed meaningful.
In my understanding, making wishes and praying for blessings actually partly means throwing the cause and effect to the gods. Even if it is the lower realm of clones and phantoms in the usual sense, it will be of some use to some extent.
I made a fortune-telling fortune teller and listed all the three punishments and six evils for the child, such as Xianchi, Tiangu, etc., and asked the Holy Mother Yuanjun to "preach the great virtue of a good life" and so on, so as to avoid evil and seek blessings for the child.
Wait. After singing, light the Lingying treasure lot and ask the Holy Mother to sign for it.
A figure flashed before the confession, and the clone of Yuanjun that Zhao Ran had been waiting for appeared. He was a great alchemist. As long as he started taking lessons, he could basically summon the clones of the gods in the upper world. At this moment,
No surprise.
The shadow gradually takes shape, and then...
Slowly solidify!
Zhao Ran was a little confused, watching the phantom appear in real form, it was not Yuan Jun, but Nazhen Fairy Boy!
Nazhen Xiantong looked Zhao Ran up and down and pointed his finger: "So it's you!"
Zhao Ranxin said something bad, and the incident of trespassing on Yinsha Island happened, what should we do? When he thought of Rong Niang and the child, his hands and feet suddenly became cold, his heart was panicked, his mouth was dry, and he said: "It's not me."
Nazhen Xiantong said: "What is not you? It is you. When Duanmu Chongqing started a class and asked me to go down to the world to save people, wasn't it you who saved me?"
"Ah..." Zhao Ran was stunned, and then he realized that nothing happened! He almost sat down on the futon, held his face in his hands, and let himself calm down for a moment. He felt cold sweat all over his body and his hands and feet were sore.
But he was in a happy mood, extremely comfortable, and felt like he had escaped from death. His eyes were red, and he almost shed tears.
Nazhen Xiantong wondered: "Why are you doing this?"
Zhao Ran looked up at the sky, pushed back the tears of happiness, breathed a long sigh of relief, and said: "Xiao Xiu is very happy to see the Immortal. It's just a little unexpected. Xiao Xiu invited Jiutian Weifang Yuanjun, but for some reason, Sansheng
Fortunately, I have invited the Immortal down here."
Nazhen Xiantong hesitated a little and said: "This... the Holy Mother Yuanjun is taken over by all the worlds, and hundreds of millions of living beings are praying to him. Well, I don't have time to mind your business... so
, I took your treasure talisman and came over to take a look. What do you think? Is there anything you want to pray for? I can pray for everything, just focus on the future."
Zhao Ran said: "It's nothing important. I want to ask Empress Yuanjun to protect me... Forget it, please go back to the Immortal. It's really nothing important."
Nazhen Fairy Boy stared: "You don't believe me?"
Zhao Ran looked at the confession and said, "Xiao Xiu doesn't have much money..."
Nazhen Fairy Boy said angrily: "Is this Immortal coveting your money? You, a monk, are so ignorant of etiquette!"
Zhao Ran was a little confused, his mind was racing, and he didn't know what it meant to accept the Fairy Tong. But when you are polite, you must ask for something, and pie in the sky will not fall into the sky. He understands this simplest truth, Fairy Tong
You came here out of nowhere just to do yourself a favor? How is that possible?
There must be a plan!
"Does the Immortal have anything to give you? Xiao Xiu is the most cheerful person. As long as the Immortal asks, Xiao Xiu will definitely do it properly."
Nazhen Fairy Boy immediately said: "As expected, it seems that I have found the right person to find you. Since you have nothing to ask for, just remember it first and report it to me when you think of it in the future. I have something I need here.
You do it.”
"We sincerely await the edict from the Immortal."
"Think of a way to help me raise money."
"I wonder how much silver is needed to become an immortal?"
"The more, the merrier."
"How much more is it? If it's one or two hundred thousand, Xiao Xiu will help the Immortal think of a way now."
Nazhen Fairy Tong shook his head: "Absolutely not enough."
Zhao Ran asked again: "One million taels?"
Nazhen Xiantong still shook his head: "Not enough!"
Zhao Ran took a breath of air: "Two million taels?"
Fairy boy Nazhen said impatiently: "Don't ask about the number, in short, the more the better! As long as you gather it for me, I will ensure that you fly to the heaven smoothly, how about it!"