That monk has a dragon [Rebirth]

"Aniang—" the child shouted again, Nuo Nuo's voice did not have any ups and downs, but the expression on the upturned little face seemed a bit dull.

Si Huai twitched the corners of his mouth, bent slightly, trying to pull away the child's little hands holding his thighs, and frowned, "Where did the child recognize...Huh?"

The unfinished words came to an abrupt end in a slightly doubtful tone, as if he suddenly discovered something, the outstretched hand turned abruptly and landed on the child's head, and gently rubbed his forehead On the top of his hair, he condensed a spiritual force without any trace and searched him for a while.

The child let him rub his hair for a while, then let go of his hands holding his thighs. He took two steps back staggeringly, raised his head higher, and showed a slightly stiff smile with a slightly curved mouth. Smiled, and then slowly raised a pale little hand, grabbing the little finger of Si Huai's hand that hadn't had time to retract.

The soft palms didn't have the warmth that a child should have. Si Huai frowned even more tightly, and fearing to scare him, he lifted the white curtain and smiled softly, squatting down in front of him.

When Wu Nian came back with the steaming pastry in both hands, what he saw happened to be the scene of one big and one small squatting and standing. There was a strange and inexplicable harmony among the passers-by.

Si Huai was still holding one finger in the child's hand. Hearing the familiar footsteps, he turned his head and smiled at Wu Nian, but the child had been staring at him blankly. Seeing that he was looking elsewhere, he was only a little slower. Paida followed him to look over, looked around in a daze, and finally fixed his eyes on the bag of pastries.

"Why is there a child here?" Wu Nian stepped forward, took a dead leaf from Si Huai's bamboo hat, and bent slightly to look at the child.

Before Si Huai could reply, the child had already let go of his hands and swayed towards Wu Nian, hugged his thigh in the same way, raised his head and stared at the oiled paper bag in his hand, and spoke in a small and indifferent tone. The waxy voice called again, "Aniang—"

Wu Nian was so startled by his sound that he choked on his saliva, turned away his face and coughed twice, and then turned to look at Si Huai with a questioning look.

It would be okay if it was just such a cry of a child who misidentified the person, but when the child hugged him just now, he clearly felt a kind of coldness from the soles of his feet to his whole body that ordinary people are not easy to detect. Maybe you have to cast a spell first.

Si Huai stood up on his knees, shrugged his shoulders, and asked, "Don't you think you've seen this kid before?"

"I've seen it." Hearing what he said, Wu Nian really felt that the child looked familiar. He lowered his head and looked at his eyes seriously. Suddenly, he let out a soft "ah" and asked with some uncertainty: "Is it in the Great Barren Mountain?" I met nearby... the child of that Taoist nun Suchen"

"En." Si Huai responded, took the greased paper bag from his hand and opened it, took a piece and handed it to the child who returned to his feet, seeing him lower his head and chew slowly, he calmly He twisted a piece and stuffed it into his mouth.

This child has a gloomy death aura about him, ordinary people may not be able to detect it, but practitioners can easily spot it.

If it was just a ghost child, it would be impossible to come out in the daytime, but this child not only roamed the streets in broad daylight, but also begged for food from them.

When they left Su Chen's house, they handed over all three of them to Daoist Wen Qi, presumably Wen Qi did not do anything to them because of his fellow disciples' affection.

Wu Nian looked around, but did not see a familiar face in the crowd, and said solemnly: "Could it be that this child separated from his parents?"

Hearing the word "father and mother", the child stopped chewing, tilted his head, and called vaguely: "Mother..."

"..." An unfinished piece of shortbread fell from Si Huai's hand, he twitched the corner of his mouth, and said helplessly: "It seems that he can only say these two words."

Wu Nian nodded his head in agreement, looked down at the child, turned his head and searched around in the crowd, then pointed to a teahouse not far away, and said: "This child is here, his parents It must be near here too, let's go to the teahouse and sit down and wait, just as you didn't rest well last night, you can take a nap."

Si Huai didn't feel tired at all, but thought that Wu Nian didn't seem to close his eyes much last night, so he agreed, and stretched out a finger to let the little doll, who was not as tall as his thigh, hold him.

The child seemed to be struggling to keep up with his two short legs, and after two steps, Si Huai simply squatted down and hugged him into his arms, pulled down the curtain of the bamboo hat again, and wiped away the scars on his cheeks that hadn't faded away. Block it together with the small figure in his arms.

The teahouse I was referring to seemed to be newly opened. The red and black characters of "Ji" on the doors and windows had not been removed, and the tables and chairs were clean and tidy. Perhaps because it was almost noon, the lobby on the first floor was almost It was full of people, and only a few seats in the corners were left vacant.

Seeing the new customer coming in, the waiter of the teahouse rushed forward to greet the new customer, and with a pious smile on his face, he asked, "Master... um, two guest officers, please."

The direction he pointed was one of the remaining empty seats that was not so close to the corner.

Wu Nian applauded "Amitabha", and was about to follow the guide to that table when Si Huai suddenly stretched out a hand to grab his arm, motioning him to look in another direction, and at the same time lowered his A voice whispered in his ear: "The person who chased and killed me on the river two days ago."

Looking in the direction he indicated, I saw that there were two tables full of disciples from the Immortal Sect sitting three tables away from the table where they were supposed to sit, and there were also a few empty tables next to them. With the saber, I think there are several people who have gone out and haven't come back yet.

"Little buddy..." Wu Nian stopped the waiter in the teahouse who was already cleaning the table diligently. He could turn his body so that the immortal disciples could not see him, and asked, "I see that there is another floor above this teahouse. I wonder if it is elegant?" Room? We have a child here and want to rest in a quieter place."

As soon as he finished saying this, the child in Si Huai's arms suddenly writhed restlessly, waving his little hands from time to time to open the covering curtain, and his quiet voice was a little dry crying Said: "Aunt...Aunt..."

I thought he had such a sudden reaction when he saw his own mother, but after looking around in the teahouse, there was no sign of Daoist Suchen, and some of the disciples of the immortal sect over there looked up and looked this way, He hurriedly turned his back to block Si Huai in front of him, reached out and patted the child's back in a low voice to comfort him.

The waiter at the teahouse originally greeted him happily when he said that he wanted a private room, but when he saw a crying child calling his mother, he hesitated again and asked, "Dare to ask Master and Young Master, how does this little baby Where's your mother?"

"What? Do you suspect that we are abducting children?" Si Huai glanced at him through the curtain, and directly asked what was in his heart. He reached out and grabbed the child's wobbly hand, and said slowly: "This child There is a problem with his mind, he can only call the word 'A Niang', let you hug him and call you like that."

After speaking, as if to prove it, Si Huai raised a small corner of the curtain and handed the child to the teahouse waiter.

The child was carried by him with one hand through the armpit, and he immediately stopped twisting, blinked his eyes a little slowly, looked at the waiter in the teahouse, and then turned his head to look at Si Huai who was under the curtain, He reached out and grabbed a corner of the curtain, and timidly called out "Aniang".

Seeing that the child really recognized Si Huai, the store clerk immediately apologized several times with shame on his face, and while talking about leading them to the best private room, he conveniently collected the empty bowls and plates on the table next to him and handed them to the other. A guy who comes to pick you up.

The private room on the second floor is much cleaner than the lobby on the first floor. There is a pot of wintersweet flowers in full bloom outside the cubicle, perhaps because the New Year is approaching. A few red paper bags are hung on the small wintersweet tree with red thread, and the ink is floating On the red paper, an upside-down "Fu" character was dropped.

There were a few exquisite small cups upside down on the low table. The guy who entered first had already poured hot tea, and thoughtfully took out a piece of tapestry from a small cabinet in the corner, smiled and handed it over: "Now There are many guests, and the food may have to wait for a while to be served, and if the children doze off, they should be covered, so as not to catch a cold in the cold weather."

"Thank you." Wu Nian took it and stretched out his hand to take it. Seeing that the boy was about to leave, he quickly stopped him and said politely: "We do know this child's mother, but we are separated now. If we see a If a young woman comes to ask, please let us know."

"Master, don't worry!" The clerk raised his head in response, put the tablecloth in his hand on the crook of his arm, and ran downstairs with cheerful steps.

Hearing the sound of footsteps walking away, Si Huaicai sat down on the thick futon spread on the floor, and before he had time to take off the bamboo hat on his head, the child in his arms started to move restlessly again, vaguely Babbling indistinctly.

Seeing this, Wu Nian hurried forward to take the child, one hand went around his back to support his thigh, and the other hand lightly and rhythmically patted his shoulder and back, humming a little tune to coax him to be quiet again , then smiled and said to Si Huai: "You held him in the wrong position just now. You almost pinched him under your armpits. No wonder he was crying. I remember when you first saw him, you clearly held him He plays with it on his lap..."

The smile on his face subsided a little as he paused, and his eyes fell on Si Huai's left arm hanging by his side, only to belatedly realize that Si Huai had been holding the child with his right hand all along.

Thinking of the scar left by the red lotus karma covering his forearm, Wu Nian's face sank again, and he asked worriedly, "Is your hand... still hurting?"

"It doesn't hurt." Si Huai replied without even thinking about it, and pulled his sleeves in relief, revealing the unbleeded gauze wrapped around his arm, and turned away without a trace, saying: "You are You know how to coax children, if I had known this, I should have been smaller when I took shape, and let you sing to lull me to sleep."

Wu Nian looked down at the child in his arms, and found that the child was also looking at him with a pair of dark eyes, imagined that Si Huai had turned into a child and asked him to sing to sleep, and couldn't help laughing softly. stand up.

"You're not a quiet child, I'm afraid you won't be able to fall asleep by humming a little tune." He put the futon on the other side beside Si Huai, sat down next to him, hugged the child in one arm and held the child in the other. After passing Si Huai's waist, he recalled: "Speaking of which, Chen Yi can be regarded as being brought up by me, so I'm naturally more familiar with holding children than you."

Si Huai leaned on his shoulder, closed his eyes, followed his words and asked, "I remember you said that you picked up that little monk in the wilderness?"

"Well. That year I seemed to go out with my brother to do a small ceremony. When I came back, I passed a sparsely populated wasteland. I saw a child fainted there, so I took him back to the temple. At that time, Chen Yi, About as old as this kid."

The appearance of two or three years old, ignorant.

Si Huai moved his head and changed into a comfortable position, and said, "It's impossible for a child to go to that kind of place by himself. You didn't take him to find his family?"

"We waited, but we waited there for two days and no one came to look for it. It must have been thrown away by some family who didn't want it." Wu Nian's tone was a bit sad, and at the end, he sighed and said: "However, since we have met, it means that Chenyi has a predestined relationship with the Buddha. Since he belongs to Buddhism, why should he be greedy for the world of mortals?"

"Really?" Si Huai pulled the ending, opened his closed eyes again, raised one eyebrow, and asked with a half-smile: "If monks are not greedy for the world of mortals, then why have you missed me for 300 years? "

Why... because you can't bear it?Because he deserves it?

Wu Nian smiled helplessly, and turned back and forth in his stomach what he said last night, and then slowly corrected his expression, saying: "I am not greedy for the world of mortals, but you are the concern in my heart."

Because of this concern, he gave up becoming a Buddha and persisted in the world for 300 years.

Seeing Si Huai's shallow smile, Wu Nian also laughed, raised his hand to lightly touch the scratch on his face, and was about to say something, when he heard some movement outside, he couldn't help concentrating, Said: "Someone is coming."

It wasn't the teahouse guys who came to serve the food, but a group of people who crept up the stairs, and they all carried their weapons. Although they were extremely careful when they were unsheathed, they still made a slight noise.

Si Huai had also heard it, sat up straight and put the curtain hat on the table back on his head, stood up, and said: "It seems that the group of immortal disciples have discovered us just now. Wait for those who went out to come back."

"Qi Zhou!" Wu Nian grabbed him and said worriedly, "Don't hit him!"

Si Huai paused, then turned his head and glanced outside the private room.Listening to the voice, there are at least a dozen people. He has the Mountain and River Sword in his hand, so he doesn't have to be afraid of anything, but once exposed, more people will be attracted.

After thinking about it, Si Huai nodded, pushed open the window on the other side, looked around to confirm that there were no immortal monks guarding the street below, then turned around and took the child from Wu Nian's hands, turned over He jumped out of the window to the roof on the opposite side of the street, and climbed down the high wall amidst the exclamation of a crowd of pedestrians.

This series of movements made the child who was being held in his hands bump up and down, and in the up and down jumps, it seemed that something fell out of his thick skirt.

The author has something to say: [I'm back! !This is the longest time I've been without an update, I'm sorry for waiting for you T_T, there are actually more important things three times, I stayed up for a few days until today is a temporary end T_T]

This chapter is probably a transition before entering the plot, rounded up, it is probably Wu Nian and Si Huai’s daily life with a baby hahahahaha~~

Thank you to the little angel (gold master father) who voted for the overlord or the irrigation nutrient solution for me~

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