So What If You've Been Reborn?

Chen Ho's brain was hit, causing his memory to stay in the pond in the backyard. When he drowned, he would forget what happened yesterday when he woke up every day. net.

The memory of a three-year-old child is not very clear. How can the child have anything to do?It's nothing more than playing, going to say hello to his grandmother, and he grew up in a noble family. Every day when he wakes up, he sees not his parents, but a maid nurse, and they can do whatever they say.

It's like being reminded to go to school to meet your husband, what, you don't even remember your husband?The young master is even more stupid...

In this way, Chen Ho became a fool.

He was supposed to grow up in the Chen Mansion in a daze, but he accidentally fell off the Motian Cliff and became a teacher at the age of six.

The master is a memorial tablet placed on the stone table, and the ignorant Chen Ho couldn't figure it out for a long time, and regarded Shi Feng as his master.

In the beginning, every morning, the quilt was lifted, and a soft white ball crawled out, holding the quilt with chubby hands, and looked up Shi Feng's knees in a daze.

The face of the cultivator seeking immortality has not changed for years, and his black hair is like paint, which is left to scatter without being tied or tied. Because it is too long, a few strands still hang down on the top of Tuanzi's head.

Every day, Chen Ho raised his head curiously, reached out to hold it, and the cold and smooth hand quickly broke away from the shackles of his fat fist, and touched the tip of Chen Ho's nose, causing him to sneez uncontrollably.

Shi Feng opened his eyes slightly and looked down at him.

Chen He tilted his head and looked around, showing a thoughtful expression.

——This is not the Chen Mansion, and he doesn't seem to be three years old.

The technique of esoteric empowerment conveys great wisdom and comprehends the mysteries of the world.

It is very difficult to turn a small child from Chuipao into a literary master who is proficient in scriptures, ancient and modern, but it is still easy to make children literate and distinguish good from evil.

Empowerment is like a volume of books that can be mastered without flipping through in your mind. Esoteric monks use it as a way to pass on enlightenment to Buddhism. Shi Feng's ability in this supernatural power is limited, and it can only make Chen Ho wake up every morning. Dazed and confused, he doesn't know where he is, and has basic common sense about everything in the world——Chen He can't live forever with the mind of a three-year-old child until his mental illness is cured.

Tuanzi clumsily crawled to the side, dressed himself properly, pulled Shi Feng's robe, and shouted softly, "I'm hungry."

Shi Feng picked up a few pebbles and tossed them casually.

A golden light landed on the ground, and the stone turned into several figures.There were old woodcutters and women with baskets on their shoulders. They had lifelike faces. After bowing their heads to Shi Feng and Chen He, they disappeared without a trace.

What Chen He eats and uses, and what normal children play with, are all puppets controlled by such magical powers to go to the market to buy.

There are only cultivators at the bottom of Motian Cliff who don't need reincarnation of five grains. They haven't smelled fireworks and food for hundreds of years. Now every morning in the cave that belongs to Shi Feng's mountain wall, there will be fragrant meat buns and hot porridge.

The one closest to Shi Feng's cave mansion was the white-browed old man, who sniffed and sighed.

"The owner of the valley is wrong. A doll with ecstasy is easy to raise, and it won't be noisy if you give him the same food every day." Because I have forgotten it, haha.

"Fellow Daoist with Long Eyebrows, it's your turn today." Another "neighbor" Yuanyuan's spiritual consciousness transmitted voice.

"Well."

The old man stretched out his hand to straighten his long beard and eyebrows, and the fairy wind wafted from the futon.

When they got out of the cave, they saw Shi Feng wading into the icy mountain stream stepping on the falling Tangli petals.

A thickly wrapped dumpling ran along the bank of the stream on short legs.

Chen He changed from being weak when he first came to Heiyuangu, to his expressionless face and even breathing now.

The basic method of inner family breath adjustment has been dormant in Chen He's subconscious mind with the empowerment technique. Let Tuanzi run out of breath to stimulate it, and then use his own spiritual power to guide the breath to circulate for 36 weeks. do.

In less than ten days, as soon as Chen Ho started running, his body would naturally adjust his breath and breath, and because he didn't know how to stop, he maintained this mysterious state all day long, until night fell and fell into a deep sleep. Start the day anew.

Even if Chen Ho didn't remember anything, his body still had memories. The exercises he had practiced, the energy he breathed out and gathered in his dantian, would not disappear with his master's forgetting.

The stream water is bone-chillingly cold, running through the entire Black Abyss Valley, and the deep pool where Shi Feng practices daily is at the end of the mountain stream.

The rosary beads wrapped around his wrists were almost translucent, emitting a penetrating silver glow. The stream gradually covered Shi Feng's calves and knees, and finally he walked onto a bluestone covered with moss. The long red robe floated in the waves In the middle of the water, a shocking bright red is moistened after being soaked.

The string of rosary beads was too long, the end of which fell into the water, and the evenly sized beads slipped through his fingertips one by one, being tempered more thoroughly.

He didn't read scriptures or chant Buddha's gatha, his eyes were closed and solemn, and he was silent.

Chen Ho ran after him to the pool, stared blankly at Shi Feng, and bumped into the long-browed old man who had been posing there for a long time.

"Little baby, be careful." The Taoist waved his whisk, and caught Chen He in the air lightly.

Tuanzi couldn't hold back, tripped from left to right with short legs, rolled around on the ground, and sat on the ground in a daze.

Several spirits staying on the river beach coincided with each other——

"Hahaha, fall every day!"

"The rolling posture is the same. It seems that Shi Feng will dress him very thickly tomorrow. The weather is still cold, what should we do in summer haha!"

The old Taoist with long eyebrows was also secretly holding back his laughter. He reached out and touched the tiger hat on the top of Tuanzi's head: "Little boy, you were playing in the pond in the backyard at home, and you suddenly came here after falling into the water?"

Chen He's eyes lit up.

"Hmm... Do you still feel that this place is a bit familiar, even though you have never been here, you have never seen this person, but you trust him?" The old man with long eyebrows put on airs and pointed at Shi Feng on the blue stone in the pool with his whisk.

The group nodded blankly.

"That's because you have a predestined fate." The old Taoist smiled mysteriously, and the golden light of the dust whisk he waved away, as if he was an expert in the world.

"Well, you are gods..." Tuanzi nodded seriously, and subconsciously told him that these were all real, not juggling. He raised his head and asked, "So I can also beg for immortals?"

"If you want to become a fairy, you don't have to ask for it. You have to realize it! Come on, little baby, let's sit down and talk." With a wave of the old Taoist hand, two more futons appeared on the ground.

Chen Ho consciously ran over and sat down.

The old Taoist with long eyebrows coughed lightly: "This place is called Motianya, and it is not connected to the outside world. Your master's name is Nan Hongzi, and he has passed away long ago. The man who looks like your master is called Shi Feng. Fate is a long story, these six ways Reincarnation, there is a theory of cause and effect. Let me secretly tell you a secret, your senior brother is actually a thousand-year-old demon fox, and you, in your previous life, was the hunter who picked up his fox fur. The fox fur has become tainted with popularity, and he can never turn back into a fox again—ouch , who hit me!"

The master of Heiyuan Valley swept away his consciousness, and yelled majesticly: "Nonsense, when did Shi Feng become a monster?"

"What are you afraid of?" The old man with long eyebrows shook his head, "Anyway, the little baby won't remember tomorrow."

"Hmph!" Gu Zhu left angrily.

"Little baby, you must be scared!" The old Taoist approached Tuanzi's bulging cheeks fiercely.

"Hunter, Fox."

Chen He repeated timidly, and after a long time, he was finally startled and put his hands on the ground in fright.

"Hey." The long-browed old man strikes while the iron is hot, "If you can't become a fairy and pay back the debt owed to Shi Feng in your previous life, Shi Feng will eat you up. You are more white, tender and delicious than the ganoderma lucidum baby raised by the poor—"

Tuanzi began to tremble, and the old man continued to stare at him threateningly. Finally, Tuanzi couldn't help it, and tears rolled down his face.

The old man with long eyebrows wiped the cold sweat off his brow: I finally cried!

When Shi Feng returned to the river beach, Tuanzi trembled and showed fear.

Shi Feng walked away without looking sideways, and Tuanzi immediately staggered towards him, grabbed the corner of his clothes carefully, and sobbed uncontrollably: "Don't eat me, don't leave me..."

Shi Feng stopped, bent slightly, picked up Tuanzi, wrapped him in his arms, and let him lie on his shoulder and sob softly.

Gently stroking the child's back with the palm of his hand, he helped Chen He unwind the disordered breath adjustment in his body, then returned to the cave, fed him a meat bun patiently, and wrote a few words of the Spiritual Flight Sutra while holding his hand.

"Three Spirit Wing Scenery, Taixuan Fuyu, riding a dragon and riding a cloud, there is nothing to worry about."

The strokes are smooth and round, turning freely. With the help of the skylight pouring into the cracks of the mountain wall, the handwriting floats slightly on the paper. Chen He also opened his eyes wide, as if feeling it.

"...Xiaoyao Taiji, rest with the sky." Shi Feng stopped writing, and asked the magic puppet to buy clay puppets and sugar figurines from the market town for the dumplings to play for fun.

As night fell, Chen He was no longer afraid of Shi Feng. Before going to sleep, he grabbed Shi Feng's lapel and asked in a daze, "The old fairy said that brother is a fox, can you show me his tail? Is it soft? Surely it's a fox." Very warm."

Before Shi Feng could react, Tuanzi fell asleep.

Putting his palm on the Baihui acupoint on top of Chen He's head, Shi Feng's eyes softened a bit.

——The seven emotions and six desires are the foundation of human beings. If you don't cry or laugh, if you can't get rid of the seven emotions, you will easily fall into the devil's way in the future.Fortunately, Chen He was still young, so it was easy to make him cry and laugh like a normal child if he was raised by his side.

After covering the dumpling with a quilt and making sure that there is no gap for air leakage, Shi Feng's thoughts returned to today's nonsense lies of the old man with long eyebrows. The fox monster and so on are too outrageous.

Although everyone in Heiyuan Valley came out in turn every day to make laughs and scare the crying children, and to help Chen He relieve his stagnant emotions, but Shi Feng saw that they really enjoyed it and played a variety of tricks.

Such blatant bullying of his junior brother made Shi Feng a little concerned.

How to do it?

Shi Feng glanced around in the cave, and when he saw the piles of jade slips on the bookshelf, his heart suddenly moved.

Cangyu is usually used in the realm of comprehension to record the alchemy of exercises. It is carved into a jade ball and hung up for Chen He to hide in his clothes. Write down all the nonsense, and when Chen He grows up, he can open the jade ball by himself. Jian Danfang, when reading the contents of these jade balls curiously——

Shi Feng laughed silently.

Do you think the junior who forgets the past every day is easy to bully?From now on, let Chen He settle accounts with them by himself.

Day after day, the people sitting cross-legged on the bluestones in the deep pool are still the same, and the tuanzi walks on short legs, and they can meet different "good-hearted gods" on the river beach every day. These old and disrespectful practitioners are very happy every day Running to bully the children in rotation, the stories are more thrilling and interesting than the last one. Gradually, Tuanzi no longer has a dull expression, and his big black and white eyes follow the gestures of "fairies". Tuanzi has never been able to only cry and laugh , to angrily say that I don't believe it.

Lingfeijing, Nanhuajing, Huainanzi...

The flexible and round handwriting on the scroll gradually changed. After Shi Feng let go of his hand, the dumpling could also rely on that familiar spiritual power to complete it in one go.

The fist holding the pen is gradually slender and powerful, and the silhouette reflected on the paper becomes more tall and handsome.

"Zhuo Ran is independent, completely alone, connected to the nine heavens, and connected to the nine wilds below."

A ray of skylight entered the cave, and the young man in white shirt held a pen with one hand and put the other hand behind his back, suddenly turned his head, his handsome and delicate eyebrows and eyes were outlined like a flying fairy.

"Hey, what's under the table?"

Chen He lowered his head in doubt, as if it was a box without a lock.

Brother is not here, so it shouldn't matter if you open it and have a look.

——every day, one thousand at three years old, three thousand at nine years, and three thousand beryl balls lie quietly in the sandalwood box.