Legend of the Cultivation God

"Let's say, you are all big, the mother is not likely to worry about everything for you!" Wang Yufei Niang nodded and asked, "And the mother does not know how to paint, you have any idea to say it, Mothers listen first! Do you not like painting?"

"Mother-in-law..." Wang Yufei said, pushing the bowl aside and standing up and said, "Baby naturally likes to paint. However, since yesterday, Wang’s family, the child thinks that it is possible to paint. Even if the child becomes a big painter in Pingxi City, it is the same as 爹爹, no... not the same as controlling his own destiny?"

Having said that, Wang Xiaofei sneaked a peek at the inner room. Although his mother-in-law never told himself how he was going, he could know some of his previous things from the mouth of the villagers. His own fear is the same as himself. Straight, because some things offend the privilege, right?

Wang Yufei’s mother-in-law is silent. How can she not know this, but what can she do?

Wang Yifei didn't know what the mother-in-law thought, and hurriedly explained: "The detailed thing may not be known to the mother-in-law?"

Waiting for Wang Haofei to make the reason for the matter clear, this again said: "Mother, look, face a rural landlord, the child slightly resisted, they took the mother to the past, put the dog Cage, where does life take life as a fate! In the end, even if the child is desperate, bet and win, but the child still has to give in, if the child does not give in, even if it is today, they don’t say anything. It will inevitably be difficult for us in the future, we are... fish!"

"And. Yesterday's things, if there is a good-hearted Miss Wang, the things that are not just portraits can't be taken care of, that is, the life of a child... is dangerously tight!"

"It’s not good to hold your life in the hands of others!" Wang Yufei said very seriously. "From this incident, the baby has seen it, even if the child became the best master of Pingxi, even if the child... The most famous big painter in the whole country of Buddhism, can still be a plaything of others, what other people let the children paint. The child has to draw something. Others can not let the child paint anything, the child can not draw anything, such a large painter, and What do you mean? Just like today. The child is painting well. The king rewards a piece of gold. Praise two words and say that the child is good, it is a useful person. After the time is passed, others will give more gold, give more A lot of praise, even if the child is the best painter from the past and the present, what is the use of this? The fate is not in his own hands, after all, it is empty!"

"Children..." Wang Yufei's mother-in-law was a bit stunned. She couldn't think of a 10-year-old child who could think so much. "This...who is this telling you?"

Wang Yufei hesitated for a moment and said: "The little half is said by the little monk, most of them are children's own thoughts!"

"Little monk?" Wang Yufei's face changed greatly and hurriedly asked, "That... you don't learn to paint, what to do? Is it that you want to be a monk?"

"Mother, in addition to the monk in this world, there are many people like the monk..." Wang Xiaofei smiled. He knew that the mother was worried that he could not be married when he was a monk, and he broke the incense of the royal family.

Wang Yufei’s mother was puzzled and asked: “What is better than the master of the temple in addition to the masters in the temple?”

"Monk!" Wang Yufei said without hesitation, "Mother, there is a man called a monk in this world. The monk seems to be a kind of monk, in addition to monks and scholars and Taoists!"

"The book mother is heard of it!" Wang Yufei's mother-in-law has not seen her eyebrows. "The Taoist mother has never heard of it. But the mother knows that the scholars are the hands of the hands-free chicken, they... ..."

"The baby doesn't know!" Wang Xiaofei smiled bitterly. "These are all small monks and children."

"Children, this is all the ethereal things, then... then you... what do you do now?" Wang Xifei’s mother-in-law is not heart-warming, or tells the truth in front of Wang Haofei.

Wang Haofei was steadfast in his eyes and replied: "Since there are monks in this world, the child will be able to find..."

Wang Yufei’s mother smiled and said, “That’s good, mother-in-law, please clean up, let’s go find it!”

"Mother-in-law..." Wang Yufei suddenly woke up, this family is two people, they are gone, how is the mother-in-law? I don't say how to survive in a mountain village. Just say that the mother is alone at home, how can she live without her son?

Oh, ideals are always ideals, and there is always an illusory side in front of reality. A country child under the age of ten wants to leave the home of an orphaned mother and child to practice. It is simply... dreaming! !

After hearing this, Xiao Hua suddenly realized that he finally understood what the Buddha’s predecessor brought him here. However, he still has some incomprehensibility. Since the predecessor was a Tantric monk, he had already proved the Buddha's fruit thousands of years ago. Then he turned this Wang Yufei into a Buddhist temple and it was a little effort. Even if Wang Yufei estimates the incense of the Wang family, he will marry and have children in the future. After all, Tantric does not care about this. Why do you have to come over yourself?

So thinking about it, Xiao Hua feels chilling, because he has realized that he is a member of the predecessors of Buddhism. The predecessor of the Buddhism must have respected Wang Yufei’s choice and hope that Xiao Hua will call the door. The clothes were passed to Wang Yufei.

Since Xiao Hua has witnessed the beginning and the end of this matter, he is also fond of the intelligent and extraordinary Wang Yufei. In particular, his kind of filial piety to his mother has made him feel good. Of course, from Wang Xiaofei’s body, Xiao Hua seems to have seen a familiarity. The shadow, on this continent, or on other continents, in a village named Guozhuang, a hundred years ago, or even a long time, a ignorant child saw life from the same oppression as him. Hardship, thought of rebellion, thought of my future. In the future alone, Xiao Hua is willing to help.

Thinking of this, Xiao Hua slowly flew into the house, showing his figure out of thin air, and smiled and said: "There is no way to honor, the poor road is polite!"

"Ah? You...who are you?" Wang Yufei's mother-in-law looked very surprised. One was to pull Wang Haofei behind his back and use his hands to protect Wang Yufei. Look at Wang Yufei, being protected by the mother, no surprise on his face, a pair of curious scorpions looking up and down Xiao Hua, waiting for the mother to speak, whispering, "mother, not afraid! This is a ghost wild ghost injury Not a mother-in-law."

After that, Wang Haofei was very disdainful and waved: "You go back first, and the little monk said, I am afraid that I have no time to play chess for him today! Let him think a few tricks, don't just Killed by me!"

"Oh..." Xiao Hua smiled and stretched his hand. Wang Xiaofei’s body shape flew out from behind his mother and fell into the air. And Wang Yifei’s mother’s body can’t move a little.

At this time, Wang Haofei was stupid, and he could hardly believe to look at himself. He looked at Xiao Hua and was shocked: "You... are you not a ghost??"

"The poor road is not natural!" Xiao Hua still smiles.

"Poor road? Road ... Road ... poor master!" Wang Yufei's mother is in a hurry, she has forgotten the word "Dao Chang" that Wang Haofei said, shouting, "You have something to do, you can do it." Say to the slaves, but if the slaves can answer, they can agree, you must not hurt me!"

"There is no way to respect!" Xiao Huakou slammed the road and waved his hand. Wang Hao flew to the ground, and Wang Xifei’s mother-in-law was also able to move freely.

"Do you have a long road? Strange tightness, how can you move me?" Wang Haofei fell to the ground, but he did not panic. His eyes were very strange and looked at Xiao Hua. "Yes, what are you looking for?"

Seeing that Wang Haofei was disrespectful to Xiao Hua, Wang Yufei’s mother was very afraid and hurriedly laughed and said: “Dao Chang Mo cares, my child is still young, you are always familiar with him.”

"Nothing..." Xiao Hua smiled and said, "The poor road name Xiaohua, the Taoist Xiaozhen, passed by yesterday, just witnessed the passing of Wang Yufei's painting tiger. When the hungry tiger roared in the mountains last night, the poor road also Beside it, the poor road is very appreciative of Wang Xiaofei's qualifications, and the filial piety is extremely appreciated. Just after hearing Wang Yufei's heart, this is the time to show up."

"Ah??" Wang Yufei's mother is dumbfounded, look up and down Xiao Hua, whisper, "small ... little monk, you... you have no fever?"

And Wang Xiaofei laughed even more, and pointed Xiaohua Road with his fingers: "Xiao Daochang, you... Are you partnering with the little monk to brush me? You can be funny, you... you still pass by, you actually I can still look at me next to me, why didn't I see you??"

"Hey..." Xiao Hua naturally knows that Wang Qifei, such a smart person, can't believe himself casually, and smiles at the corner of his mouth. "You never practiced how to see the poor road? Come, come, come, you are afraid, poor. The way to let you wait to see the poor road!"

After all, Xiao Hua waved his hand and took both of them. The figure was shaped and turned to the sky outside the house...

"How?" Standing at the height of Baizhang, Xiaohua asked with a smile.

Wang Yufei supported his mother, standing in the void, his eyes were all shining, curiously watching everything shrinking under his feet, and Wang Xifei’s mother-in-law was white-faced and tightly clasped his son’s hand. I don't know how to answer.

"Go..." Xiao Hua once again spurred the art of the wind, and Huo Ran rose a hundred feet again, once again asked, "How?"

Wang Yufei bit his lip and looked at the mother who had closed her eyes: "Dao... Dao, can you be taller?"

"How difficult is that?" Xiao Hua laughed loudly, and took the two men up, and went straight to the edge of the skyfire and thunder. This stopped. (To be continued.)