It turned out that this pomegranate tree, at the beginning, was the incense tree in the temple of sending the son to Niangniang.

As we all know, there are many temples, and the people who pray often hang various colors of wish paper, concentric locks and other things on the top, and there are also incense on the incense tree.

Incense and faith are more, and the incense tree is also easy to have aura.

There are even people who will let their children recognize the incense tree as their godfather, and they expect to be able to stick to the prosperity and longevity of the incense tree.

This pomegranate tree is no exception – she has grown here since the construction of the temple began.

The pomegranate represents many seeds, and of course it is the best tree species for sending children to Niangniang Temple.

But after a long time, the incense of the Niangniang Temple is getting thinner and thinner - originally this mountain is a pomegranate bureau, and there has always been no shortage of boys.

If there's enough flour, who cares about stone grinding?

No, now the people are becoming more and more prosperous, but this place is in a deep mountain, and the children are not educated, so they can only be poor from generation to generation.

Therefore, a few descendants who did not believe in gods and Buddhas came to this place, and they discussed-pushing the temple of sending children to Niangniang Niang and building a small school.

Once the school is established, the children will have a way out, and perhaps, they will not have to go back to the mountains in the future.

This is a good thing, of course—but can the pomegranate tree be happy?

The man moves the beard, and the tree moves to death.

It couldn't swallow it.

In fact, it stands to reason that its aura is so big, and if you divide it into a branch, you can also retain the aura - at most, it will lose some Taoism and become an ordinary tree.

She's not reconciled!

Why?

If she hadn't done anything for Dongzi, she would have pushed the temple, but she had saved Dongzi's people.

That year, many children went up to play under Aunt Axia's wall, but they caught up with the landslide.

It stands to reason that if this landslide continues, the children will all become imps under the soil.

But the pomegranate tree didn't look at it.

She remembered very well - Xiao Mao's father tied five or six concentric locks to the pomegranate tree for Xiao Mao's mother to marry into the family.

The big cow tied a ribbon to ask the big cow to be strong, but when she was in labor, her belly was too big, and she tied the ribbon to ask the big cow to give birth smoothly.

These children were all sent to every household by her and the mother who sent the child, can she bear to watch them die?

The pomegranate tree did not hesitate, stepped forward, and used all his aura to extend the root system from the ground to the bottom of the wall, and fixed the wall.

After the rain, the children went home happy, but her roots could not return.

She doesn't even have the ability to bear fruit.

Why are her legs white? It's because the root system is completely under the wall, and it can't be recovered, even if it turns into a human form, it's not easy to control.

Naturally, the children did not know, and when they saw that the pomegranate tree did not even bear fruit, they said that the pomegranate tree was really useless and a waste tree.

She didn't care about it then, the children were alive.

But now?

The children she rescued grew up, pointing fingers at her, who wanted to push her unfruitful tree directly and chop it into firewood - "Anyway, if it doesn't bear fruit, it's useless to keep it, uproot, don't breed new seedlings, it's also a lie tree." ”

Farmers are actually very cruel to plants that do not bear fruit - if they do not bear fruit, they are called lying trees.

She trembled with anger, why couldn't she bear fruit?

The mother who sent the child told her - you go, change places, you can live.

But she has been with the mother of the child for so many years, and her incense is eaten with the mother of the child, where can she bear to leave?

So she fought her last strength, and this year, the tree was full of fruit.

It is the fruitful fruit we see - the big red-skinned pomegranate, which grows happily, like a small lantern.

Even if they are pushed, they don't care, they eat the red pomegranate of this tree, and they are all over the mountains, how many children do they have to leave behind?

She was still satisfied.

But they didn't even look at it, let alone wait for it to be cooked or eaten.

They wanted to push the fruit of the tree together: "The old pomegranate in the mountains, where is the delicious one?" A belly of seeds! Now the pomegranates outside the mountain are all soft seeds, a mouthful, that is called pleasure. ”

"Then when we build a small school, let's also plant a few pomegranates."

Didn't you choose yourself because of many seeds? But now, this has become a reason for disgust.

She knew that the tree was full of pomegranates that could not wait to ripen.

I have welcomed so many children and grandchildren, but my own children and grandchildren don't even have a chance to sprout.

That night, the mother who sent the child came out.

The aura of the child-giving lady has become very thin, and the spirit appears once, less once.

But the mother who sent the child still buried a few of her own things in the pomegranate tree.

"You go—I don't need this." The smile of the mother who sent the child was still warm and gentle: "Keep your life, go elsewhere to bear fruit, make an incense tree, for so many years, I have wronged you." ”

The pomegranate tree instantly became aura-she knew that this was the last strength of the child-sending mother.

She got everything for the mother who sent her son and had her own "heart".

Her appearance is exactly the same as when she sent her son to Niangniang.

Seeing the figure of the child-giving lady dissipating, she had her own ability.

She's free!

This was originally a dream thing, and as soon as she left, that was it.

But she looked at the small, brightly lit village, they were unkind, and she couldn't blame herself for being unjust.

That day, she went to the place where she had left the roots.

The wall collapsed in an instant—she wasn't sure if she regretted letting a wall collapse a long time ago.

The wall collapsed, and there weren't as many things as they did.

And when the wall collapsed, she felt Ah Xia Niang.

Because she got the aura of the son Niangniang, she knew what Ah Xia Niang wanted.

So, she taught Ah Xia Niang that method - the child's clothes were buried in her root system, and she could follow the child's breath, break through the protection of the child's natal god, and arrest the child.

Since she can't keep her children and grandchildren, why should she let them stay!

That's what they owe her.

Of course, the mother who sent the child couldn't let her do this.

But all the power of the mother who sent the child was given to her, where could she still manage her.

Da Pan heard this and slapped his thigh: "Then this thing can't be so ruthless - Wa'er's Lao Tzu wants to push the temple, what are you doing with Wa'er, I think, it's his mother's bullying and fear of hardness!" ”

The pomegranate tree was naturally silent, and I don't know if it was too lazy to take care of Da Pan, or if it had no strength.

We all saw that the flourishing branches withered rapidly and crackled at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the pomegranates, which were about to ripen, fell to the ground like hailstones.

Of course, now she can't die, if she dies, the children who live with her can't.

Da Pan also thought of this, and immediately looked at me: "Are you still stunned, think of a way!" ”

No, you are the same, and Cheng Gou is the same, as long as you are with me, you will give orders to make me think, and use me as a Doraemon or whatever.

Waiting for you to urge, the daylily is cold.

I turned around and ran to the temple to set the golden persimmons back into the god card.

Xiaoxiang asked me to take the golden persimmon, but I can't take this kind of human blood steamed bun-like thing.

She knows who I am and will understand me.

Unexpectedly, the hand had just arrived in front of the god card, and the god card suddenly fell down without warning, smashing down the dust all over the ground.

Send a child, don't you?

A voice sounded slowly: "They were sent by me, I can't bear to hurt them, if you want to hate, hate me." ”

This is the sound of peach borers in the jar that I was told before.

I raised my head and looked at the child giver in front of me.

At this time, I found that the leg of the statue of the mother who sent the child also had scars.

But the shoes down there—I was stunned for a moment.

It is an ancient style, embroidered shoes with pointed toes.

Probably because the mother who sends the child has to walk often and give people children, this sculpture is not made in the shape of a three-inch golden lotus, but a normal foot.

The pomegranate tree moved, naturally without any expression, but I felt a sense of sadness and desolation.

But I do.

There is actually another reason why she wants to kill those children.

The children are gone, so who are you going to build a primary school for?

If you don't build a primary school, you don't have to be pushed if you send a child to Niangniang Temple.

I was about to speak, but suddenly I smelled a burning smell.

As soon as I turned my head, I didn't know when the villagers came, and they were carrying a lot of torches - like they were going to burn down the temple of sending their children!

"It's this monster that got the kids away!"

"Those two fairy girls haven't gone back for so long, and eighty percent of them have also been killed."

"We can't let that youkai stay in the village - she's eaten incense for so many years!"