Tao begets one, one begets two, two begets three, and three begets all things. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

One blow of strength, then decline, three and exhaustion.

A new broom sweeps clean.

But one can be two, and it can't be three.

If you are a threesome, you must have my teacher.

In many ancient sayings, there will always be the boundary of 'three', and if you think about it, it seems that the ancients have firmly regarded 'three' as a turning point from quantitative change to qualitative change.

Chu Xiaobai also had the same idea, in his opinion, if he wanted to completely fool the Murong family and the group, he had to prepare at least three miracles.

The use of modern medicines and equipment prepared in advance, coupled with Xiaoxiaobai's healing ability, can be regarded as the first article to treat the pain of the villagers; Pretending to be a god operator to expose the inside story of Murong Bo's fake death can be regarded as the second article. The only thing is that the third one doesn't know how to achieve, to be honest, in the past few days, Chu Xiaobai has been worried about this matter.

At such a juncture, Xiao Xiaobai suddenly informed the purpose of the spring water. How could Chu Xiaobai not be overjoyed?

After making up his mind, Chu Xiaobai deliberately found an opportunity to target a peach tree that died due to a lightning strike not far from Qinyun Xiaozhu, and staged a good show of 'dead wood in spring'.

"Third Brother Bao, have you confirmed?" In the swallow dock dozens of miles away, Murong Fu sat on the main seat, looking at Bao Yi with a solemn face. (Although in the original text, Murong Fu finally killed Bao himself, but that happened when Murong Fu himself was cornered, on weekdays, in order to buy people's hearts, Murong Fu treated his four retainers very kindly, and called them very politely, never calling them by name as if they were really subordinates.) ）

"I saw it with my own eyes. Childe, to be honest, I was also taken aback by Lao Bao at that time. Nodding, the bag was also a look of aftertaste and surprise.

According to the different descriptions of the package, Murong Fu clearly knew all the details of the matter.

Let's rewind the clock to twenty-four hours ago.

Ever since Chu Xiaobai said 'Your father is not dead', Murong Fu has been secretly investigating. Considering that it was not good to go to meet with Chu Xiaobai again before there was no result, and at the same time, it was not good to let him go like this, so in the past few days, Murong Fu would always send a different bag or a bad storm to entertain Chu Xiaobai on his behalf.

Yesterday was the package in a different order.

Like the previous two days, early in the morning, Bao Wei went out with a few family members and went straight to Qinyun Xiaozhu. Before he got close, from a distance, Bao Wei saw Chu Xiaobai sitting at the foot of a dead tree, playing with a group of children from the village.

It's not entirely true. After walking in, Bao Wei realized that Chu Xiaobai was teaching the children to memorize the three-character scripture in an entertaining way, but because most of the children were very lively and active, Chu Xiaobai himself did not want the children to sit still like the gentlemen in the private school, so the whole scene looked a little chaotic, but it seemed like a game.

In front of Chu Xiaobai, the children were very relaxed, running around the ground one by one like monkeys. But after seeing the difference in the bag with the family, these children suddenly changed their looks, and they all became cautious, as if the chicks would look for the protection of the hen after encountering danger, and they all hid behind Chu Xiaobai's back.

"Mr. Bao San, you're here~."

"No, no, no, I should say I'm here again. Little master, we've seen each other several times in the past few days~. Although I didn't care about this group of ignorant children in my heart, because Chu Xiaobai was still there, Bao Wei still did some face work. He beckoned the housekeeper to bring down a food box from the carriage, and while asking the housekeeper to hand out the pastries to the children, he sent a message to the children, "Go home, the adults at home will find it."

Chu Xiaobai's original plan was to play a trick of 'dead wood in spring' in front of the children, so that they could bring the news back and tell the villagers, and then the farmers would spontaneously spread their names.

Now, the package is different, you can send the news back to Murong Fu as soon as possible, in terms of efficiency, it seems that it is faster and more convenient to choose the package as the medium.

However, no matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat, so wouldn't it be better to have a two-pronged approach? Out of this consideration, Chu Xiaobai stopped and did not let the children disband, but first sent them aside to play by themselves, and then chatted with the bag that jumped off the horse.

"Little master, I've been asking you a question these days."

I came with a task, and I wasn't a character who could stand it, so after a few words, Bao Wei brought the topic to the point.

"Mr. Bao San might as well speak up."

"Let's not talk about whether the news you said is accurate or not, I want to know, why did you say it?" When asking a question, Bao Wei's eyes stayed on Chu Xiaobai's face, and it was obvious that he wanted to make some judgments through the changes in Chu Xiaobai's expression.

"It's just fate. In detail, there are three reasons. Controlling his expression and smiling, Chu Xiaobai raised three fingers.

Although the meaning can be completely different, Chu Xiaobai's hand shape is really a bit like a Buddhist handprint. Because of his action, Bao Wei was deceived to a certain extent.

"What do you mean by this, please elaborate."

"First, after the little monk was assassinated by the gangsters and fell into the water, it was Miss Abi and Miss Azhu who saved the life of the little monk. Talking about things can change their fortunes. While glancing at Bao Wei, he paused deliberately, and then Chu Xiaobai continued: "Don't seek happiness in your life, but don't ......die in vain again." ”

"Dead in vain?" Just as Chu Xiaobai expected, Bao Wei immediately showed a surprised expression when he heard this word.

"Yes. If the little monk doesn't do anything, Miss Azhu will inevitably die in vain a few years later, and Miss Abi is a little better, and she has no husband and no children in her life. Chu Xiaobai pretended to hesitate and said: "Actually, Mr. Bao San, like Miss Azhu, was also killed in vain before the little monk revealed the heavenly secrets. ”

“……。” If you die in vain, you are not afraid. As a martial artist, dying at the hands of others is only the most common ending. But what Chu Xiaobai said was that he died in vain at the hands of his own people, which is different. For a moment, Bao Wei fell into silence.

Seeing that Bao didn't speak, Chu Xiaobai simply continued: "The second is for Murong Gongzi." ”

"Murong Gongzi is a dragon and a phoenix, but it's a pity that his life is too bitter. Childhood hardship, no need for the little monk to say more, you are his side, naturally know better than the little monk; When I was an adult, I was also bitter, and I wanted to do great things, but I didn't have the luck to succeed, but I broke my own marriage; The old queen is bitter, alas, the flower in the mirror, the moon in the water, the hegemony of the dynasty in a dream, sinking crazy unconsciously. It's rare to meet a character like Murong Gongzi, and the little monk really doesn't want to see him suffer like this for the rest of his life. ”

It's just enough to say that he didn't have a good life, and he even said that Murong Fu also had a hard life all his life? Unexpectedly, Chu Xiaobai would say such a thing, and the shock in Bao Wei's heart became more and more intense.

"Third, it is for the sake of all beings in the world."

"In every dynasty and every generation, there are people who can stir up the luck of the world. And today, the Murong family is the key to the fortune of the world. If you choose the right way, it is not difficult to achieve your wishes, but if you choose the wrong one, the consequences will be unimaginable. ”

"Don't think that the words of the little monk are just sensational, you must know that the fortune of heaven is never given in vain. As a metaphor, you might as well think of it as a horse. While speaking, Chu Xiaobai pointed to the horses tied to the trees on the side: "Choose the right road, with horses as foot strength, even if it is uphill, you can walk a little easier." On the other hand, if you choose the wrong path, it will be like going downhill, the faster the horse runs, the worse the person on the horse will eventually fall. ”

"The path that the Murong family has chosen now is a crooked road and a dead end, if you continue to walk, the end will be like the big tree behind the little monk." Chu Xiaobai pointed to the peach tree behind him that had died due to a lightning strike.

"Then ......, is there a way to heal the tree?"

Because of Bao Wei's sentence, Chu Xiaobai suddenly thought of the plot in "Journey to the West" where Sun Monkey was forced to look around for prescriptions and medicine by Zhenyuan Daxian after he knocked down the ginseng fruit tree. If he hadn't secretly pinched his thigh, Chu Xiaobai would definitely be going to 'play' at this time.

"Yes." After closing his eyes and brewing emotions for a while, Chu Xiaobai patted the dead branches of the peach tree while getting up: "Whether it is this tree or another tree, the little monk has a recipe." But Buddhism has a saying, the law can not be passed on lightly, the little monk can only show Mr. Bao San at this time the means of healing this tree, as for how to treat the other 'tree', or later. ”

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Bao Wei to react, Chu Xiaobai had already turned around on his own.

Gently raising his right hand, in an instant, a small handful of crystal clear water suddenly appeared in Chu Xiaobai's palm, and as he lowered his right hand and separated his fingers, the clear water spilled intermittently onto the dry trunk.

After a few breaths, a crackling crunch came from the trunk of the tree. In the blink of an eye, a little green bud appeared on the already dead branch.

Then, it's as if a fast-forward shot from a documentary suddenly appears in reality.

In just a dozen seconds, the branches of the peach tree are already full of green leaves.

In the blink of an eye, stamens emerged from the middle of the leaves.

Seeing these flowers blooming more and more, when I wanted to stretch out my hand, the flowers fell and thanked the ground colorfully.

Without waiting for people to sigh, the branches produced small green fruits, and between breaths, the fruits grew bigger and bigger, and the color changed from the original green to the mouth-watering pink.

Just as a gust of wind blew, it blew to the bag with the floral fragrance that had not yet dissipated and the fruity aroma that was getting stronger and stronger.

Rubbing his eyes vigorously, it was still the same scenery, and in the next second, Bao Wei finally raised his hand unconsciously, pointed to the peach tree in front of him and shouted: "This, this, this ......." ”