The Twelfth Episode of the Past and the Enlightened Monk (12)

Wu Niangzi's slender jade hand gently stroked the top of the deceased's head and said: "Don't be afraid, little boy, wait for your aunt to make a trick and tell your father to sleep more." As he spoke, the black light came in through the window, and he snored like thunder, thinking that the people in the room were already asleep.

After all, the child's temper was very curious when he saw Wu Niangzi pinching the trick and casting spells, and hurriedly said: "Does my aunt know how to do spells?

Wu Niangzi smiled softly: "What is this superficial technique? If the little boy wants to learn, my aunt has a more intelligent spiritual method to pass on to you." ”

The dead life twisted and said: "My aunt was not a son in her life, and my father said that my son was a young master from a rich family." “

Wu Niangzi sneered and said: "What is the rarity of rich people, if my aunt and I are willing to take the things in the palm of my hand, call for wind and rain, and scatter beans into soldiers, it is as easy as a hand." “

In his last life, he admired it in his heart, and secretly thought: This aunt is as beautiful as a flower, and she can also do fairy arts, isn't it a fairy from the Heavenly Palace?"

Wu Niangzi saw that he was fascinated, so happy, and her heart was sour: It would be good if Qi'er could live to such an age as this child. Immediately pick up the deceased and leap lightly, thousands of high-rise buildings are like walking on the ground, under the red sun, golden and red, colorful and bright, a black and bright shadow flying clouds day by day, rising and falling between the rows of shops and male buildings, the shadow of the woman is majestic, and passers-by all look sideways.

In his last life, he only felt that his eyes were bright, the objects in front of him were big and small, far and near, and the wind was roaring in his ears, and he felt that he was suddenly going to step on the bright moon in the nine heavens, and suddenly dived into the Phantom Sea and Cloud Mountain to find the dragon that stirred up the waves.

After a while, she had arrived at the door of the jade embroidery, and Mrs. Wu said with a smile: "Little boy, this is my aunt's embroidery! There are a lot of play objects in it, come in and take a look!"

Poor since childhood, even the stomach can not be fed, there has been a Hualou Jingshe, at this time to see the embroidered jade tile red wall, the shop Luo clothes brocade, exquisite playthings everything, dizzying for a while, rubbing the eyes, as if Zhuang Zhou Mengdie in the illusion of the realm.

Wu Niangzi nudged him and said, "What is the reason for Xiao Engong to hesitate? ”

He said timidly: "The clothes in the past life are shabby, and I can't enter this gorgeous place, what if I stain my aunt's embroidery!"

Wu Niangzi smiled heartily: "The mundane things in the world are stained with red dust and turbidity, where can the dust really be cleaned? Xiao Engong is innocent, but much cleaner than those mediocre and vulgar people, where is a dirty word?"

The psychology of a child who has passed away is also very happy to see someone praise him. You must know that on weekdays, the godfather is beaten and scolded, and he has been praised by adults? Now this aunt values herself so much, she can't help but be overjoyed, and happily follow Mrs. Wu into the store.

Wu Niangzi spoke softly and laughed with him, and the jade fingers twisted and picked up a soft hat, the hat with red cherry blossoms on a gold background, exquisite and cute. A trace of hesitation flashed in the eyes of the thousand-year-old centipede, and then he hugged his past life and gently put on a hat for him, like a lotus jade arm, and his five fingers touched the chest of the deceased like a hook, and secretly thought in his heart: For Qi'er, I can only live with this child.

It turned out that Wu Niangzi's child died tragically in the wormhole in her previous life, and her mother was heartbroken, looking for a hundred lifetimes without a trace, and in desperation, she absorbed the essence and blood of children, and improved her skills to open the strange stone of the underworld "eternal life", reproduce the past and present lives, and look for children.

Wu Niangzi picks yang and replenishes qi, and has countless children's essence and blood, and has now absorbed the essence blood of nine hundred and eighty children, and only one person is missing to complete the merit, and she can't help but be ecstatic, and somehow she happened to die tonight, only thinking that this child is well-behaved and lovely, and she is hesitant and can't do it. Now I put my heart horizontally: For Qi'er, I can't help you, and my fingers are like hooks, and I poke at the chest of the deceased.

Suddenly, I felt a pain in my fingers, and a warm current surged up from the chest of the deceased, the brilliant light was dazzling, and a pure sea of gold roared and surged, and the same thing was boiling and surging in the heart of the deceased, like a jade light bead ready to move, as if it was about to break through the skin and come out.

Wu Niangzi was taken aback: "This child has a rotation in his body, isn't there a strange treasure hidden in his abdomen?"

She glanced at Wu Niangzi and said, "Is it ugly for my aunt to wear this hat in her last life?"