Impermanent Growth Manual

Xie Bi'an went to Asura Dao together, Bai Qing's body is still weak, according to Po Meng and Di Xiu's intention, they both planned to let him raise him again, and then change his mind when he is better.

This is also feasible, and there is nothing left and right to be busy, so he simply drove Fan Wujiu aside and asked him to follow Granny Meng to Baizhan Shenjun.

Granny Meng said that she was going to sit down and have a cup of tea, but what they talked about could not be explained clearly just by drinking a cup of tea.

So Fan Wujiu followed Granny Meng step by step sonorously with his hands in his hands and his face sullen. Anyone with eyes could tell that he was very unhappy.

The place where Baizhan Shenjun lives is surrounded by the Ruoshui River. Because of the safety of the guests who live here, there is a strong enchantment on the Ruoshui River, even if you stand straight on the Ruoshui River You don't have to worry about falling and not being able to come up again.

Goddess Baizhan, who had returned to his old place, looked very happy. Before Goddess Zhi'a could move, she had already transformed into a human form. She looked around and touched her left and right. Did some pee.

...Probably the natural sense of territoriality prevailed, and when Baizhan Shenjun came back with small steps with a relaxed face, he suddenly reacted when he saw the quiet and beautiful face of Goddess Zhi'a.

It's a pity it's too late.

So later, Granny Meng just sat in the guest seat and drank a cup of tea, and watched with a smile as Goddess Zhi'a transformed into a silk umbrella in her hand and took Baizhan Shenjun's entire fox into it.

Fan Wujiu rubbed his chin. The Lingluo Umbrella can be regarded as a small magic tool, but it doesn't have any surprising effects, but it is especially effective when it is used for confinement punishment.

The Lingluo Umbrella can only enter but not exit, and it will automatically divide the big and small worlds according to the things locked in. The tea that Goddess Baizhan was poured by Goddess Zhi'a before he entered must not be able to hold back.

"Grandma is here now, but what else is there?" Goddess Zhi'a blew on the tea leaves floating on the surface of the tea, and said softly.

Granny Meng smiled, and said with crooked eyes, "Actually, there's nothing wrong with it. It's just that we're always going to be in-laws. Now that the children aren't here, it's good to come and walk around."

Fan Wujiu's face twitched suddenly, and he looked at Granny Meng suspiciously, and saw that Granny Meng's always gentle smile became more submissive, "Speaking of which, Ah Qing's child was named Meng when he was in the world, maybe he's surnamed Meng for thousands of years. We were still a family a million years ago."

Fan Wujiu silently swallowed a sip of tea, the taste was first bitter and then sweet, but he really couldn't taste the taste.

Anyone can talk about relatives like this - even if it is a mortal beggar who says that he is related to the current emperor by blood, it is impossible to say.But if Granny Meng said these words... that would be real nonsense!

So Goddess Zhi'a just smiled when she heard the words, "The emperor's mother-in-law is joking."

Granny Meng obviously didn't intend to really care about this issue, and Hu Tianhai pulled a couple of miscellaneous things, and then tidied up her sleeves contentedly, and left with a few little fairies who followed her.

Seeing this, Fan Wujiu also put down the glazed beads he was playing with, stood up and followed Granny Meng.

They were walking on the dimly lit road of Hades day and night, and from time to time they would touch some lively flowers and leaves under their feet, and then there would be elves growing in it, smiling and whispering to their companions, and holding hands They jumped under the leaves on one side, waiting for the morning or evening rain and dew.

The four lanterns holding the fan and the four little fairies who were holding the fan behind Granny Meng disappeared at some point. Fan Wujiu glanced left and right, and then suddenly realized that they had already reached Manzhuhai.

"Amnesty, do you know why I brought you here?" Granny Meng's wide sleeves rustled in the wind, and the seemingly endless manjusawa bloomed on the road, which was dazzling and unrestrained. Beautifully tight.

Fan Wujiu's heart constricted for no reason, "I don't know."

"Then do you know the legend about Manju Shahua from the Three Realms of Humans, Gods and Demons?" Meng Po squatted on the ground, bent down and held up a blooming Manju with her hands weakly.

This is probably the privilege of the gods in the underworld. Even if they encounter Manzhu, they will not fall into a maze and find it difficult to get out.

"know a little."

In fact, it is not just one point.

Fan Wujiu still remembered that when he lived by begging and stealing for three meals a day, there was a dilapidated Guanyin Temple beside him.

The Guanyin statue inside is already very dilapidated, and half of the roof has collapsed due to years of disrepair.But that's it, the small Guanyin Temple saved him from sleeping in the wilderness in winter—although it still couldn't block the cold wind at night, a few beggars huddled in a small corner and lit a fire A heap, with two sweet potatoes stolen from the ground baked on top, is already a rare happiness.

At that time, no matter where they went during the day, they would return there at night, but until that day.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, he still remembered that one of the beggars was sick and had no money for medical treatment. His name was Ergou. He said that his family was hit by a flood and he became a beggar after being separated from his parents for a long time.It's just that when he came, he was covered in patches all over his body, and it could be seen that life was not very good.

Ergou is very fond of laughing, he is happy every day as if he doesn't worry about anything, he eats a meal without a meal, and he can still fill his stomach by putting snow water in an earthen pot and boiling it.Occasionally, when he had meat, he would share it with others with a smile, and he never ate a bite himself.At that time, for a long time, because of the presence of Ergou, the small Guanyin Temple was very lively.

Ergou was just caught in the wind and cold, but they were all clean and half of the money was collected. Fan Wujiu remembered that they all surrounded him at that time to try to make him warmer, but Ergou still did not survive.

Probably not many people know that before Ergou died, he once had a conversation with him.

At that time, Er Gou could no longer see people clearly. With his eyes closed, he even said words out of order, "I remember when I was young, my parents told me that after death, the soul returns to the nether world, according to the rules of life. In the past, you can cast a good tire..."

"But you see, we have been beggars all our lives, stealing other people's things every day, how can we have any good luck for us to have another good pregnancy."

"If I'm really dead, will I see the ghost messenger who came to arrest the soul?" The snow that day was so heavy that the road was covered with a thin layer of snow in less than an hour. But at that time, Ergou's spirit also improved.

Back to light.

"I heard from my parents... If you don't want to be reincarnated, you can discuss it with the magistrate, and go to a place called Manzhuhai by yourself. There is no sorrow and sorrow there. If you become a manjusawa flower, you can stop the hustle and bustle of the world. Relationship." Ergou looked at him at that time even seemed a little peaceful, "If possible, I would also like to go..."

He didn't know how Ergou knew this, maybe it was from the storyteller in the teahouse who knocked on the table twice after saying three sentences, or maybe it was some strange stories written by some sour scholars in their spare time, but no matter what it was, At least before he died, he was given a dream of expecting the same.

"By the way, Amnesty..." Er Gou lay on his lap, only a pair of swarthy eyes looked extraordinarily clear on his dirty face, "Didn't I tell you why my parents and I met each other?" separate?"

Fan Wujiu couldn't remember whether he had cried at that time, the place where his eyes could see had turned red, very much like the dream that Ergou said.

"There was a flood that year, and many people died in the village. Do you know about the flood?" An unsuitable blush appeared on Ergou's face, "There were floods and plagues everywhere, and how many people started eating people to fill their stomachs... I also ate it...it didn't taste good at all, it was so sour, but in order to survive, I still had to eat it."

"My father and mother were tricked by the village chief's family, saying that they wanted to share the cake. At that time, I was outside the door, watching the village chief and his son kill my mother and father with knives." Ergou said here Coughed twice, "Why did they forget it? The village chief himself is so hungry that he wants to eat bark. Where can there be pancakes?"

"...I seem to smell the fragrance of flowers, Amnesty..."

He walked away with a smile.

Fan Wujiu heard the pleasant sound of bells, and turned his eyes back to Po Meng who was standing beside him and said, "I remember."