The old lady carried Ye Feng back to the meditation room, and in normal times, the old lady herself practiced in retreat in this place. Lingfan and Miaoyan stood outside the door, and when the old lady entered, Miaoyan obediently closed the door.

During the retreat, the old lady did not allow anyone to disturb her. Gu Jingfu was originally going to come along, but the old lady called out Zhang's mother and asked her to accompany Gu Jingfu to the inner room to rest.

The old lady put Ye Feng into a wooden bucket prepared in advance, and in that wooden barrel was a steaming bucket of water, and there were some unknown flower petals floating on the water. Qixiang floated out of the barrel, "Baby, I have so many grandchildren, and none of them have enjoyed such treatment, you are blessed." ”

Ye Feng was lying on his back on the water, his feet fluttering, and his two little hands did not touch the petals floating on the water, but made the action of grabbing something in the air. Perhaps, this is the survival instinct of man, and when he is on the water, the most natural reaction is to grab something out of the water.

The mist in the wooden barrel rose very high, and a newborn baby would inevitably have a piece of bruises and purple on his body, not to mention, Ye Feng stayed in his mother's womb for a longer time than an ordinary child, after all, it was a difficult birth, and there were more bruises and bruises on his body. The old lady took her silver hairpin from her head and paddled gently on the water.

It was just a silver hairpin, and with such a stroke of her hand, the water in the barrel actually gushed up, and the surface of the water actually rippled.

Ye Feng sank out of the whirlpool, and in the blink of an eye, he churned out from the tumbling waves. Instead of panicking, he thought it was a fun game. This child was already crying, and Gu Jingfu's breast milk was not enough for him at all, so he cried even more. Who knows, in this wooden barrel, he actually feels like a fish in water, the wooden barrel is two meters high, for a baby, in such water, like a river is not too much.

The old lady gently stroked the silver hairpin in her hand, and the petals in the barrel rose and fell in the barrel with the tumbling waves. The old lady's mouth was chanting Buddhist scriptures, and the voice was particularly beautiful along with the sound of water.

Ye Feng gradually felt like he had found a doorway in the water, paddling the water with his hands, freely shuttling in the water, and a cheerful laugh came out of his mouth. When it was underwater, the sound could actually penetrate the churning waves and come out clearly from inside.

"Feng'er, hold your breath for me! No matter what kind of kung fu, you have to rely on this breath. Pour the breath below the navel, do you hear it? Silly boy, what's so funny about you, it's important to concentrate on practicing for me. When Ye Feng suddenly jumped up from the bottom of the water, the old lady gently patted Ye Feng's bare ass and said with a smile.

The old lady is indeed a little weird, how can such a young child understand her words, but when the old lady said these words, she seemed to think that this child could understand her.

What's even more strange is that when you put the child into a wooden bucket to play with water, you actually say that this is a practice, which kind of kung fu is this.

The grandfather and grandson spent a long time on the wooden barrel, until the old lady picked up the child from the wooden barrel, Ye Feng was still playing. Although the old lady repeatedly told Ye Feng that she wanted him to hold his breath, this child was laughing and making trouble all the time, and he was really happy.

When Ye Feng's feet left the water, he actually kicked the water hard. I don't know if the water in the barrel is abnormal, or if there is something different about the child himself. After staying in the water for so long, when I came out of the barrel, there was not a single drop of water on my body, and there was not even a trace of water.

At this point, even the old lady secretly surprised herself, after all, it was the first time in her life to prepare such a flower shower gel, and naturally there were many unclear. Her flower bath gel is mixed with dozens of petals, mixed with a kind of ambergris. The saliva of the golden-eyed jade flower is made with some precious spices.

The bruises on Ye Feng's body were all gone, and the old lady held the child who was as white as jade in her hand and kissed it again and again. Needless to say, anyone can see that she really likes the child in front of her so much.

At this time, Ye Feng was also looking at her grandmother with a unique eye, and the old lady couldn't help but be stunned, such a small baby, her eyes actually projected a chilling and sinister light.

Obviously, this is an extremely demonic thing, and a baby as young as Ye Feng can't hide his ability at all.

The old lady dressed Ye Feng and put it on the futon. Ye Feng's eyes turned rapidly, looking at everything in this room. It was a retreat room, simply furnished and refreshing, in keeping with the old lady's personality.

Ye Feng looked at it, and suddenly burst into tears, and with this cry, the old lady saw that Ye Feng's body was growing like crazy again. His cry seemed to be made for growth, and as long as he cried, his body would grow larger.

The old lady casually took down a scripture, sat on the futon beside Ye Feng, and recited it softly. When the old lady was chanting, her spirit was highly concentrated, as if she had fallen into a state of self-forgetfulness, and the Sanskrit sound of the words, accurately and with her thick skills, entered Ye Feng's ears very softly.

Not to mention the profound Sanskrit, it is the authentic mother tongue, Ye Feng didn't understand it at all, and it was strange to say that when this child heard his grandmother reciting the scriptures in a very powerful Sanskrit sound, the smile on his face that he had been in the water before.

Especially when the old lady read the Great Compassion Mantra, the child actually had a compassionate expression, could it be that such a young child could really understand the supreme meaning of Buddhism. It's impossible, let alone such a child, even if it's a person who reads poetry and books, it's impossible for him to have an understanding of such Sanskrit sounds so quickly.

The old lady couldn't help but be a little shocked, if this child really had some wisdom roots that others didn't have, it was a good material for learning Buddhism, however, in the child's eyes, there was always a trace of danger that could not be erased, and even the kind of magic that was extremely brutal.

That kind of magic, the red at the glance. There was something faintly frightening, and it wouldn't be strange at all if it appeared in the eyes of a cultivator with advanced cultivation, but it was in the eyes of a newborn baby. The old lady was also surprised.

What Ye Xiao said was that this child was the reincarnation of a demon, and it didn't seem to be groundless.