Reborn Lin Family Funing

The sky is bright after the rain, and the blue sky is so clear that people can't take their eyes off it.

This is a very small temple.A middle-aged woman carefully carried the plate and hurriedly walked towards the backyard wing.

When the middle-aged woman came to the backyard wing room, the middle-aged man at the door hurriedly opened the door and asked in a low voice, "Mother Song, Master and Madam haven't rested all night. Later, you can find a way to let Master and Madam Take a good rest."

The middle-aged woman, that is, Song's mother heard the words, raised her eyes and glared at the middle-aged man, and lowered her voice and said angrily, "Why doesn't the loyal steward speak for himself?"

The middle-aged man, that is, the housekeeper Zhong smiled coyly, and said in a low voice, "If I said something useful, why bother Mother Song?" After finishing speaking, he said with a worried look on his face, "Master is fine, but Madam kowtowed again last night. , it’s raining again, Madam has been worrying and worrying since she gave birth to a young son..."

When Mother Song heard this, she sighed, her expression eased, and she said with a wry smile, "Even if I tell you, Madam may not listen, Madam won't be at ease if the young master doesn't wake up for a day..."

When Steward Zhong heard it, it was true.

Outside the door, the two looked at each other and sighed.

After sighing, Mother Song hurried in with the tray. The wing room was very spacious. The great monk gave the biggest room in this small temple to their young master. It's just a bed.

After entering, I saw the beautiful young woman beside the bed, nervously staring at the sleeping child on the bed, and beside the beautiful young woman, the young man hugged the young woman's shoulders, whispering something comforting.

After carefully examining the young master on the bed, Song's mother breathed a sigh of relief.The little prince was sleeping peacefully, his cute little face finally had blood color, his eyebrows and eyes were stretched, and he seemed to be sleeping comfortably.

So, Mother Song stepped forward lightly and said in a low voice, "Master, madam, the medicine and porridge are ready."

The young man turned his head and said lightly, "Let it go."

Song Mama hurriedly put down the plate, gently took out the bowl on the plate, and put it on the table. Mama Song stepped forward to the young woman and the young man in a low voice and said respectfully, "Master, madam, let the servants serve you here Young master, the master and wife have not rested all night."

The young woman shook her head slowly, and said in a low voice, "Mother Song, step back for now."

Mother Song sighed in her heart, so she had to bow respectfully and backed away.

When Mother Song left, the young man lowered his head and asked, "Wen Niang, why don't you go and rest, if Ning'er wakes up, I will tell you to get up."

The young woman, the wife of the Lin family, Wen Niang slowly shook her head, "No, I'm going to wait here until Ning'er wakes up."

The young man sighed silently, knowing his wife's stubbornness, so he didn't say anything more, but gently embraced Wenniang, let Wenniang lean on his shoulder, and whispered comfortingly, "Don't be afraid, Wenniang, the great monk said No, Ning'er has already survived the disaster, and she must be a person with great blessings in the future."

Wen Niang smiled sadly, "Ning'er is a Huawazi. In the future, the Qingdeng Ancient Buddha will spend a lifetime of scribbling, what blessings will there be?"

The young man was speechless immediately, and there was a trace of pain in his eyes, he could only hold Wen Niang's hand harder, and said in a low voice, "Wen Niang, let's love him more and protect him more... ..."

Wen Niang responded in a low voice, but held the young man's hand tightly.

At this time, the sleeping child on the bed finally slowly opened his eyes.

Wen Niang exclaimed, "Ning'er!" Then her eyes turned red.The young man also showed surprise, he leaned down and stroked the child's forehead, "Great, Ning'er finally stopped burning."

The child on the bed blinked at first, and seemed to be a little dazed. When he saw Wen Niang and the young man with red eyes, the child grinned, "Father! Mother!"

Wen Niang was forced to cry by this "Mother", and Wen Niang couldn't help holding the child in her arms, crying, "Ning'er can't scare Mother like this anymore!"

The young man's eyes were also red, and he raised his hand to gently support Wen Niang, "Okay, Wen Niang, Ning'er just woke up, so don't hurt him."

Wen Niang wiped away her tears before getting up, and touched the child's cheek with concern, "What's wrong with Ning'er?"

The child blinked, "Mother, Ning'er is hungry."

Wen Niang hurriedly said, "Is Ning'er hungry? Mama Song has already cooked porridge. Come, Mama will feed you."

So, the child who had just woken up was fed a bowl of porridge. Although he was not very hungry, he forced himself to eat quickly, and then swallowed a large bowl of medicine while holding back his nausea.

——Why is the medicine made from this herb still so unpalatable in a different world?

The child was thinking bitterly, wrinkled his face, and looked pitifully at his mother in this life.

Seeing the child's pitiful face, his mother felt distressed, and immediately coaxed him and gave him a piece of honey.

Afterwards, Mama Song came, and Mama Song was very happy when she saw the child woke up, and finally persuaded the young woman and young man to go to rest, and Mama Song stayed to take care of the child.

The young woman was still unwilling to leave at first, but the child said in a soft voice, "Mother's face is stinky and ugly. Ning'er wants my mother to be pretty..."

Only then did the young woman leave slowly under the persuasion of the young man.

The young woman and the young man left, and Mother Song babbled for a while, and after the child said he wanted to eat dumplings, she hurriedly left to make dumplings.

After Song's mother left, the child slowly breathed a sigh of relief, sat up, and looked around. This... is the temple of the great monk that Song's mother mentioned?

The child sighed. Three years ago, he, the 25-year-old Lin Funing, died. He thought that the ashes returned to the ashes. Who would have thought that when he opened his eyes in the next second, he would become a sickly two-year-old Lin Funing. up.

Could it be because this kid is also called Lin Funing?So God threw him here?

Well, let it be as long as it comes.He thought he was reincarnated and forgot to drink Mengpo soup.

But... touching the red dot in the middle of the forehead, the corner of the child's mouth twitched slightly, why is there such a product as Huawazi in this world...

Low status, no freedom, and most importantly - Huawazi wants to marry someone, it's too cruel for a guy who only likes soft girls and cute girls!

Fortunately, fortunately, he is lucky, God still takes good care of him, his parents did not dislike him because he is a Huawazi, on the contrary they love him very much, they seem to feel guilty or something, thinking of just time travel The words I heard one night pretending to be asleep, it seems that their Lin family's family law, Huawazi is not allowed to marry and ask for green lanterns and ancient Buddhas, so parents feel guilty?

——Actually, he would rather have a green lamp and an ancient Buddha than Huawazi marrying someone!

The child, that is, Lin Funing silently held his paws, his eyes lit up like flames! ——Before the [-]th and Jiji, get the temple plate and the Buddhist beads of the Great Monk! ! !

After Lin Funing made up his mind, he lay back on the bed and touched his chest. Fortunately, he survived this serious illness.

If he can't make it this time... Thinking of his haggard parents who watched over him day and night, Lin Funing's eyes are full of warmth. For him who was once an orphan, his parents in this life are a gift from God... It would be even better if there were no Huawazi!

Lin Funing lay on the bed, fell asleep drowsily while thinking.

As a result, when Mother Song came in with a bowl of hot dumplings, she saw the child on the bed kicking the quilt, spreading it in a large font on the bed, and snoring at the same time.

Mother Song couldn't help laughing, and while she hurriedly stepped forward to cover the child with a quilt, her heart was completely relieved. Seeing that the young master was sleeping so soundly, the young master should be fine.

This is the temple of the great monk.So simple.

It was empty, with a few futons on the floor and a small wooden table in the middle.On the futon on the left sat an old man with white eyebrows and a gray-white monk's robe.

Lin Funing was sitting upright, just opposite the old man. On the small wooden table between him and the old man, there were two teacups, and the hot air was lingering on the teacups.

When he woke up again in the afternoon, his mother and father were already by his side, as well as the great monk in front of him. When the great monk saw him wake up, he said that he was fine, and then let his father and mother Consider the matter of apprenticeship.

Um?apprenticeship?what's the situation?Monk Zhang Er couldn't figure it out, and then...he was called here by the great monk.

"Young master, are you willing to worship me as your teacher?" The old man sat upright, looking at Lin Funing opposite, with kind eyes and a hint of admiration.

Lin Funing tilted his head to look at the old man, and blinked his eyes. He has been ill for the past three years, but he didn't let go of what he should know, so he knew the great monk in front of him.

——Great Monk Wuchen, the most respected monk in the Great Zhou Dynasty. He is knowledgeable and talented. He came from a famous family. He became a monk since he was a child. His whereabouts are a mystery, but once a plague breaks out or a disaster occurs somewhere, he will appear to provide free medical treatment or collect food, so he has a very high prestige among the people.

Then, such a highly respected, mysterious and mysterious monk came to their Lin family three years ago and said that he would take him away...

Now they say they want to take him in as a disciple? ?Although mother had repeatedly emphasized to him before that she would not leave him here alone.He also said that the great monk would not take him away... However, he still wanted to find out why the great monk valued him so much?Especially three years ago, when he had just traveled over here...

"Grandpa Monk, why do you want Ning'er to be a teacher?" Lin Funing asked in a crisp and tender voice, with doubts in his big black and white eyes.

The great monk smiled, his brows and eyes were soft and kind, "Because the young master is my apprentice, the way of heaven is so."

When Lin Funing heard this, he was at a loss, God?What's the meaning?

The great monk smiled and picked up the teacup, and slowly drank it. Although the person in front of him was pale and thin due to a serious illness, he was five years old, but he was still like a three-year-old child, but his eyes were clear and clean, with eyes that did not belong to him. The precocious intelligence of a child.

Three years ago, he figured out that his descendant was in Qingtian Town, so he stayed in Qingtian Town to look for his descendant, but he didn't expect that this descendant was actually a child, or a playboy?

However, this is also good, considering that the century-old family of the Lin family had a relationship with his teacher Ligou a hundred years ago, and the Lin family's family law stipulates that Huawazi must have a green lamp and an ancient Buddha. In the future, this child Will be able to inherit his mantle.And now it seems that this child is very smart, with clean eyes, well, this disposition is also inherently kind.

"Young Master, would you like to worship me as your teacher?" The great monk asked again, his tone was very gentle and loving.

Lin Funing looked at the great monk, although he still didn't understand the way of heaven, but at least he could explain that the reason why the great monk wanted to accept him as a disciple was because of the way of heaven, and he didn't have any embarrassments at all. In the end, it was— —He's a big step closer to his goal! ! !Worshiping the Great Monk as a teacher, the temple plate, the Great Monk's Buddhist beads, etc. Isn't it a matter of time?

"Ning'er pays homage to Master!" Lin Funing got up and kowtowed politely.

The great monk looked at Lin Funing, stroked his gray beard, and smiled gratifiedly.