Mingzhu was born in the last few days of autumn, and it rained heavily for three days in Luoyang, and finally cleared up in the early morning of that day. Next door, Mrs. Li held the newborn little pearl, squinted and said with a smile that this little girl was blessed. Mrs. Ming, who had just given birth, only had time to glance at her daughter and fell asleep. Wen Po took a clean handkerchief and wiped the sweat on her face because of childbirth, and took the reward of Master Ming and went out of the door of Ming's house.

The business of the Ming family is getting bigger and bigger, and the little pearl really responds to her name, and she grows up in the palm of her hand. However, she was supposed to be a lady, a lady like a lady, but every day she followed a group of half-sized children to walk horses and fight dogs, and she raised a gangster.

When the little girl was eleven years old, Li Jiong, the eldest young master of the Li family who had been playing with her for ten years, enlisted in the army. Accustomed to hearing the ruthless swords and eyes of the battlefield discussed by the people in the city, Mingzhu rode a horse and ran up to Chaowen Mountain in the north of the city. With some half-believing attitude, Mingzhu climbed over the wall of the Zangmei Temple. The old abbot looked kind, kneeling in the side hall of the Daxiong Treasure Hall and reciting the scriptures, Mingzhu squatted on the beam of the house and carefully counted the ring scars on the top of the old abbot's head, and the nine black dots made people feel pain just by looking at them. Mingzhu smacked her lips, and was about to change her posture when she heard a chuckle from below: "This benefactor above, why don't you come down and talk?" ”

Mingzhu was stunned and wanted to pretend not to hear, but saw the big monk kneeling at the bottom raised his head, and a pair of exceptionally clear eyes looked at him calmly, with a sad and compassionate face on his old face. Mingzhu smiled, jumped down from the beam, and felt the extraordinarily peaceful temperament coming from him when she stood in front of the old abbot. Mingzhu sat cross-legged on the futon opposite the old monk, looking at this harmless old monk with a smile.

The old monk twisted the Buddha beads in his hand, there was no movement for a long time, Mingzhu couldn't sit still, she moved, just about to get up, was shocked by the old monk's words and sat down steadily.

The old monk asked her, "Extraordinary people, what is the so-called thing here?" ”

Mingzhu squinted at him, and the corners of his mouth suddenly pulled up a ruffian smile, the smile was exactly the same as Li Ji's, and sure enough, the one who was close to Zhu was red and the one who was close to ink was black: "Old monk, can you see it?" ”

The old abbot didn't answer directly, but just folded his palms and recited "Amitabha", Mingzhu stretched out his hand and pulled the abbot's beard, showing a flowing smile: "Old monk, in the words of your human race, we will eat people, aren't you afraid that I will eat you now?" ”

"Donor, if you kill too much, your cultivation will be ruined." The old monk opened his eyes to look at her, there was no sadness or joy in his eyes, and when he looked closely, he seemed to have a trace of ridiculous compassion. Mingzhu tugged at his long white beard, let go and stood up and stretched. She suddenly approached the old abbot's face, only an inch away, the old monk was stunned, closed the calm and compassionate eyes, but Mingzhu still saw a flash of panic in those eyes.

Mingzhu laughed disdainfully: "Old monk, you are not as calm as you think." The abbot did not reply, but closed his eyes and recited the entire Heart Sutra.

"Okay, I'm not going to talk nonsense with you, I'm just here to ask for peace of mind, to bless the human race, or use your things to make them feel at ease." Mingzhu retreated and clapped his hands, and the old monk opened his eyes when he heard this, with some colors in his eyes that Mingzhu couldn't understand. The eleven-year-old girl was not tall, and when she stood up straight, she was only half an inch taller than the old abbot who was kneeling, and the abbot raised her eyelids, reached out and took out a charm from under the wooden fish in front of her, took the brush next to her, dipped it in cinnabar, and drew a ghost-like spell on it. After drawing the mantra, he painstakingly pinched the mantra and recited the Bodhisattva Sutra, and the mantra became a small triangle in the old monk's hand. Mingzhu took the charm and looked at it carefully for a long time, and there was a faintly thin layer of golden light on the charm.

"Tsk, no wonder they say that you are very spiritual here," Mingzhu smacked her lips, "It turns out that you are an old monk who is really cultivated, but there are so many things that can be cultivated by your human race, and I don't know why you have to cultivate such a thankless one." Mingzhu shook his head and went out, walked down the steps one by one, and suddenly turned his head with a feeling, and the old monk stood by the door and looked at himself with his eyes down, his gaze was far away, as if he was looking at another person through himself. Mingzhu blinked, and the old monk seemed to have a faint golden light on his body. Mingzhu sneered, and was about to turn around, but saw that the golden light had faded, and there seemed to be a trace of red light pouring out of the old body.

"Soul locking? Interesting. Mingzhu touched his nose, this Zangmei Temple, the water is deeper than he imagined. She smiled, pinched a spell, and disappeared as if her body had melted into thin air.

Half an hour later, Mingzhu rode a horse and galloped on the way down the mountain, there was a commotion on the mountain, the backyard wing of the Zangmei Temple had a big fire, the monks were busy fighting the fire, only the old abbot stood at the top of the Tibetan scripture building and looked at the back of the horse galloping down the mountain, I don't know what to think.

Mingzhu used the spiritual power of her whole body to attach the strongest blessing technique she would at that time to that talisman. The blessing of the mermaid clan is more than enough to protect an ordinary human race, Mingzhu thought, in this way, Li Ji will definitely be able to come back safely, this brother is quite interesting.

In the two years that Li Wei went out, Mingzhu ran to Li's house more often. The youngest son of the Li family, Li Chi, was born less than half a year ago, and was used as a toy by Mingzhu to play around. Mrs. Li didn't stop it, just smiled and watched her youngest son being tossed and played by Mingzhu, and finally when the two fell asleep on the grass in the Li family's garden, Mrs. Li took Mingzhu to sleep in the bedroom, and her youngest son was reduced to being held by the maid. Li Chi, who slept so unknowingly, did not have the slightest sense of being disliked by his mother, smacking his lips and foaming with snot.

When Li Chi was one year old, he could already understand what adults were saying, and he could stumble to respond with a few words that were not particularly fluent. On his first birthday, when Mrs. Li carried him to the couch where Zhou was arrested, Li Chi sat in the middle of Yishui'er and was dazzled. He touched this, and he touched that, and the one-year-old sat there quite seriously... Scratching his buttocks, he then unswervingly pulled everything in front of him, leaned up on his small body, and shouted loudly to the adults who had gathered around: "Ah! Mrs. Li smiled and bent over, reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, and reached out to pick him up. Mingzhu leaned over and scratched his little nose: "At a young age, I'm quite greedy." Li Chi kicked his legs a little anxiously, seeing that someone was unwilling to clean up his "trophies", Mingzhu took the nearly ten pounds of little fat man from Mrs. Li's hand, and patiently coaxed: "Okay, it's all yours, it's all yours, let people clean it up for you, okay?" ”

Mrs. Li followed behind, watching Mingzhu walk out with Li Chi in her arms, and she smiled while walking, she looked forward to this scene for many years, this little girl, how long is the daughter-in-law that their Li family wants.

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"Affection is always ruthlessly disturbed, and the years urge people to grow old." The boss took a sip of tea, and inexplicably read a poem that didn't match the preface, and it sounded like that, and the boss was quite literary...

"Aya, I'm out of tea, go pour me a cup of tea."

Literary temperament is a ghost, I picked up the cup and scolded and left.