Crazy Xiuxian, boundless magic power

Chu Wen walked quickly along the path up the mountain and spotted a faint glow of fire on the top of the mountain from a distance.

After climbing to the top of the mountain, Chu Wen was shocked.

I saw something smashed a big hole several dozen meters in radius on the top of the mountain.

Looking around, there was no one around.

What the hell is a fight between immortals? It must be a meteorite. Chu Wen was very disappointed. He was about to go back and tell the old monk about this rare thing when suddenly a baby crying sounded in the forest.

It was pitch dark in the middle of the night and the sudden noise scared Chu Wen so much that he broke out in a cold sweat. Resisting the urge to run away, he followed the sound.

Pushing aside a clump of low bushes, and with the help of the firelight on the top of the mountain, I was finally able to see the source of the crying.

I saw a child about two years old lying on his back on the ground, his face flushed red, tears and snot flowing, and he was crying loudly with his mouth open.

Chu Wen stood there in a daze.

Wang Defa!

This thing also exists in the wild!

Could it be that Superman has come to the world?

This distraction made the little guy cry even harder.

Chu Wen had no choice but to pick up the little guy and hold him in his arms.

After being picked up, the little guy stopped crying immediately and just sobbed with his lips pursed.

A gust of cold wind swirled around for several times before dissipating, and Chu Wen was so cold that he shivered several times.

"Hey...whose child is this!"

The sound echoed in the mountains and forests for a long time, but there was no response.

......

The old monk was stunned when he saw Chu Wen walking in holding a child.

"You can't even feed yourself! And you picked up a little brat and brought him back. You're going to starve to death and take him with you, right?

"Master, he is so young, can I let him stay on the top of the mountain by himself?"

"The top of the mountain! Did you really go to the top of the mountain? Did you see the immortal?"

Chu Wen sat by the fire pit holding the little guy and told him everything that had happened.

Of course, he also told the old monk about his theory on meteorites.

"What! You lunatic! That must be a pit made by gods fighting each other. Since this child is beside the pit, she must be related to it! Put her back quickly, or you will lose your life!"

The old monk has always been crazy, so Chu Wen was unwilling to believe him.

"Master, look at the clothes she's wearing. She must not be from a poor family. Her parents will definitely come to look for her. Maybe they'll even give her a thank-you gift."

"You still want to thank me, but you took the immortal's child away. I will skin you alive if you don't die. Listen to Master and put him back quickly, quickly!"

"It's pitch dark here, and the wind is strong on the mountain. Master, are you really so cruel?"

As he spoke, Chu Wen stood up, walked to the bedside, and bent down to let the old monk take a look at the little guy in his arms.

The old monk was not a bad person by nature. Seeing that the child was not crying or making a fuss and was very well-behaved, he could not bear to say anything as it was a dark and windy night.

"You should go to the top of the mountain early tomorrow morning and return her as soon as possible."

"Oh."

Seeing that Chu Wen agreed, the old monk softened his tone and asked:

"Boys and girls?"

"Let me see... No chirps, it's a girl."

When Chu Wen was checking the baby's gender, he took out a thin piece of paper from the baby's chest.

He sat back down by the fire pit, paper in hand, and looked in the firelight.

But on the top of the paper, there were five big characters written in traditional Chinese characters: Fire Phoenix Nirvana Sutra.

It begins with a poem:

The fire phoenix nirvana is mysterious and hidden, and the immortal spiritual roots can be cultivated. Once the true qi turns into chaos, the chapter of the creation of the world will be unfolded.

The poem is followed by a passage:

Shenshu and spleenshu contain vitality, Shenque and Zhongwan penetrate into Wuji... Sit cross-legged, feet divide into yin and yang, hands pinch Ziwu...

The old monk couldn't help but ask when he saw Chu Wen pouting at a piece of paper.

"What are you looking at?"

"It's on a child, I can't understand it."

Upon hearing this, the old monk hurriedly said, "Let me see it."

Chu Wen handed the paper to the old monk and went on to play with the baby.

He wiped the tears from the little girl's face with his sleeve, and saw her appearance clearly in the light of the fire.

The little girl is really beautiful, and her delicate skin is as clean as first snow.

A small nose, delicate eyebrows, a chubby little face with a plump little mouth, and a pair of big eyes like crystal grapes staring straight at him.

What a beautiful porcelain doll! Chu Wen couldn’t help but kiss the little one’s face.

After being kissed, the little guy actually grinned. That sweet smile was like a rainbow after the rain, bright and fresh.

Whenever someone made a face, she would giggle, as if she could read the kindness and closeness behind those funny actions.

Chu Wen couldn't resist the love that surged from the bottom of his heart. He grinned unconsciously, his aunt-like smile full of pity.

The emptiness in his heart was filled by this lovely little life, and even the feeling of hunger took a back seat at this moment.

Good things are never shared, and good girls are cultivated from childhood.

Chu Wen secretly made up his mind that even if no one claimed her, he would support her.

Chu Wen was having fun with the kid when he suddenly heard the old monk excitedly say:

"This looks like a Taoist cultivation technique! You should write it down quickly! If someone comes to ask for it back, you'll be at a loss. Quickly, you have a good memory, write it down quickly."

"is it?"

Chu Wen took the paper with half belief and half doubt, and with the help of the firelight, he wrote down all the contents on the paper in less than a quarter of an hour.

He recited it twice more under the old monk's supervision, word for word.

The old monk was even more annoyed when he saw that Chu Wen had memorized the Taoist exercises in such a short time that he couldn't even remember a single Buddhist scripture.

It's not that he's stupid, it's that he clearly doesn't want to be a monk.

"Practice it once and show me."

"Master, didn't you say that it was a Taoist technique? How can I, a Buddhist disciple, betray the Buddha?"

"You haven't even shaved your head, you're a shitty Buddhist disciple, hurry up and practice!"

The old monk hurriedly climbed down from the bed and took the baby from Chu Wen's hands.

He was worried that Chu Wen would not practice seriously, and said:

"As long as you learn this technique, I will let this little guy stay."

This trick really works.

Chu Wen immediately responded: "Don't play tricks."

"I will never cheat."

As soon as Chu Wen sat down cross-legged, he saw the little kid stretch out a small hand and point directly at the half-open door of the dilapidated temple.

The two black eyes stared blankly at the door, and babbled:

"Sister, sister..."

The old monk looked in the direction the little kid pointed his finger and suddenly turned pale with fright.

Outside the half-open gate of the dilapidated temple, there stood a hunched-over female ghost in white, motionless. Behind her disheveled hair, a pair of pupilless white eyes stared straight into the temple.

The old monk was shocked. He had lived in this mountain temple for nearly ten years and had never seen a ghost. But ghosts appeared whenever this child came. Moreover, she was so young, it was impossible for her to practice, so how could she see ghosts? This child must be very simple.

“Ghost…ghost…ghost…”

Ghost

Chu Wen was startled by the noise made by the two people. He looked in the direction they were looking, but there was nothing at the door except the shadows of the trees cast by the starlight. Where did the ghost come from?

At this time, the female ghost in white floated into the ruined temple without touching the ground, stretched out her hands, and rushed straight towards the little baby.

The old monk was so frightened that his eyes went straight, his legs and feet went weak, and his lips trembled. Although this mountain temple was not a big one, it also enshrined two Buddha statues. How could the ghost dare to break in here?

"Wow……"

The little baby suddenly burst into tears.

Chu Wen hurriedly took the baby from the old monk's arms, making an "oh oh oh" sound to coax the baby.

Strangely, the little guy stopped crying as soon as he came into Chu Wen's arms, and just looked at the door and sobbed.

"Don't be afraid, baby. There is no ghost. There is no ghost. Where did the ghost come from?"

The old monk, who had collapsed on the ground, was horrified to find that after Chu Wen took the baby away, the female ghost in white just kept circling around Chu Wen, making several moves to pounce on him but never daring to get close.

The old monk saw that the little kid ignored the white-clothed female ghost who was ferociously watching him, and his eyes were always on the door. He followed her gaze and was frightened out of his wits.

Then a female ghost with long hair and wearing a red robe appeared outside the door.

The ghost girl's face was pale, her eyes were bleeding, and her neck seemed half-broken. It was obvious that she had died a violent death. She looked a hundred times more terrifying than the ghost girl in white.

The old monk was so frightened that his face turned pale. He wanted Chu Wen to send the child out of the temple. He opened his mouth for a long time, but his throat made a gurgling sound and he couldn't utter a word.

The red-robed female ghost stood motionless outside the door, with faint light shining from her deep and bottomless eyes, staring straight at the gourd on Chu Wen's chest.

A gust of cold wind blew by and Chu Wen shivered.

He held the baby and sat by the fire pit, imitating the adults, holding the baby's hands in his arms and patting his back lightly.

But the baby continued to sob.

Seeing the baby's face full of tears, Chu Wen felt so distressed that he recalled the nursery rhyme from his previous life and began to hum:

"The evening breeze blows across Penghu Bay. We eat porridge every day. We have no chopsticks or bowls, only a broken plate..."

"Digging and digging in the little nostrils, digging out the big boogers and wiping them on the pants..."

Xiu'er: I ask brothers to give more book reviews and give more corrections. Some say he admits his mistakes very quickly and corrects them when he makes them.