Leon Chen was hit in the brain, causing his memory to always stay in the backyard pond when he drowned. Every day when he woke up, he forgot what happened yesterday. net.
The memory of a three-year-old child is not very clear to begin with. Is there anything that the child must do? It was nothing more than playing and going to say hello to his grandmother. He also grew up in a high-class family. What he saw when he woke up every day was not his parents, but his maids and wet nurses. They did whatever they said.
It's like being reminded to go to school to meet your husband. What, even your husband doesn't remember? The young master is even more stupid...
In this way, Leon Chen became a fool.
He was supposed to grow up in the Chen Mansion, but accidentally fell off a cliff and became a disciple at the age of six.
The master is a tablet placed on the stone table. The ignorant Leon Chen was confused for a long time and regarded Victor Shi as his master.
At first, every morning, the quilt was lifted, and a soft white dumpling crawled out. Holding the quilt in his chubby hands, he looked up stupidly along Victor Shi's knees.
The face of a Taoist and immortal seeker has not changed over the years, and his black hair is as black as lacquer. It is not pulled back or tied up and is allowed to fall loose. Because it is too long, some strands even hang down to the top of Ethan's head.
Every day, Leon Chen would raise his head curiously and reach out to hold it. The cold and smooth hand soon broke away from the shackles of his fat fist and touched the tip of Leon Chen's nose, causing him to sneeze uncontrollably.
Victor Shi opened his eyes slightly and lowered his head to look at him.
Leon Chen tilted his head and looked around with a thoughtful expression.
---This is not the Chen Mansion, and he doesn't seem to be three years old.
The technique of tantric initiation imparts great wisdom and understands the secrets of the world.
It is difficult to turn a young child into a literary giant who knows the scriptures and is knowledgeable about ancient and modern times, but it is easy to make children literate and distinguish good from evil.
Initiation is like a book that stays in the mind and can be understood without reading. Tantric monks use it as a inheritance to enlighten the Dharma. Victor Shi's ability in this magical power is limited. It can only make Leon Chen wake up every morning. Ignorant and confused, he doesn't know where he is and has basic common sense about everything in the world. Before the ecstasy is cured, Leon Chen cannot live forever with the mind of a three-year-old child.
Ethan awkwardly crawled to the side, dressed himself up in an orderly manner, pulled the corners of Victor Shi's robe, and shouted softly, "I'm hungry."
Victor Shi picked up a few pebbles and tossed them casually.
A golden light hit the ground, and the rocks turned into several figures. There were old woodcutters and women with baskets on their shoulders, with lifelike faces. After bowing their heads to Victor Shi and Leon Chen, they fled and disappeared without a trace.
Leon Chen's food and things for normal children to play with were purchased at the market by puppets controlled by such magical powers.
At the bottom of the skyscraper cliff, there are only cultivators who do not need the reincarnation of grains. They have not smelled fireworks and food for hundreds of years. Now every morning, the fragrant smell of meat buns and hot porridge wafts out of the cave on the mountain wall belonging to Victor Shi.
The white-browed old man who was closest to Victor Shi Cave Mansion sniffed and sighed.
"The owner of the valley is wrong. A baby with eccentric syndrome is easy to raise. You can feed him the same thing every day without making any noise." Because I forgot about it, haha.
"Fellow Taoist Elijah, it's your turn today." Another "neighbor" spoke from a distance with his spiritual consciousness.
"Well."
The old Taoist stretched out his hands to straighten his long beard and eyebrows, and the fairy wind floated from the futon.
When they came out of the cave, they saw Victor Shi stepping on the falling petals of Tangli flowers and wading into the cold mountain stream.
A thickly wrapped dumpling ran along the bank of the stream with short legs.
Leon Chen went from being physically weak and weak when he first came to Black Abyss Valley to now maintaining a calm expression and breathing evenly.
The basic method of regulating one's breath has been dormant in Leon Chen's subconscious along with the technique of initiation. He let Ethan run out of breath to stimulate it, and then used his own spiritual power to guide the breath to circulate for thirty-six weeks, which was the first time he released it every morning. All things to do.
In less than ten days, as long as Leon Chen starts running, his body will naturally adjust his breath and exhale, and because he doesn't know how to stop, he maintains this mysterious state all day long, until night falls and he falls into a deep sleep. The day begins again.
Even if Leon Chen doesn't remember anything, his body still has memory. The exercises he has practiced and the vitality gathered in his Dantian will not disappear when the owner forgets.
The stream is bone-chilling and runs through the entire Black Abyss Valley. The deep pool where Victor Shi practices daily is at the end of the mountain stream.
The rosary beads wrapped around his wrist were almost translucent, emitting a penetrating silver glow. The stream gradually covered Victor Shi's calves and knees. Finally, he walked onto a moss-covered bluestone, and his long red robe floated on the water waves. After being soaked, it becomes a shocking bright red color.
The rosary string was too long, and the tail end hung down in the water. The beads of even size slipped through his fingertips one by one, and they were tempered more thoroughly.
He neither recited sutras nor chanted Buddhist verses. He closed his eyes solemnly and remained silent.
Leon Chen chased Victor Shi and ran to the pool, staring blankly at Victor Shi. He bumped into the old Taoist with long eyebrows who had been posing there for a long time.
"Be careful, little one." The Taoist waved his whisk and lightly caught Leon Chen from the air.
Ethan couldn't control his momentum, tripped from left to right with his short legs, rolled around on the ground, and sat on the ground in a daze.
Several spiritual consciousnesses staying on the river beach coincidentally ---
"Hahaha, I fall every day!"
"The rolling posture is the same. It seems that Victor Shi will have to dress him very thickly tomorrow. The weather is still cold now, 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 head of Ethan:
"Little baby, you were playing in the pond in your backyard and fell into the water and suddenly came here?"
Leon Chen's eyes lit up.
"Hmm... Do you still feel that this place is a bit familiar? Although you have never been here or met this person, you trust him very much?" The old Taoist with long eyebrows pretended to point to Victor Shi on the bluestone of the pool with his fly whisk.
Ethan nodded blankly.
"That's because you are destined to have a destiny." The old Taoist smiled mysteriously and waved the fly whisk away with golden light, acting like an outsider.
"Well, you are gods..." Ethan nodded seriously, subconsciously telling him that these were real and not magic tricks. He raised his head and asked, "So I can also seek immortality?"
"You don't need to beg to become an immortal, you have to be enlightened! Come on, little baby, let's sit down and talk." The old Taoist waved his hand, and two futons appeared on the ground.
Leon Chen consciously ran over and sat down.
The old Taoist with long eyebrows coughed lightly: "This place is called Motian Cliff, which is closed to the outside world. Your master's name is Arthur Nan, who has passed away long ago. The man who looks like your master is called Victor Shi. It's a long story about the fate of the law. These six paths Reincarnation has a theory of cause and effect. Let me tell you a secret. Your senior brother is actually a thousand-year-old fox. As for you, you were a hunter who picked up his fox fur in your previous life. The fox fur was tainted with popularity, and he will never turn back into a fox--- --Ouch, who hit me!"
The master of the Black Abyss Valley swept past him with his spiritual consciousness and shouted angrily: "That's nonsense. When did Victor Shi become a monster?"
"What are you afraid of?" The old man with long eyebrows shook his head, "The little baby won't remember it tomorrow anyway."
"Huh!" The owner of the valley left angrily.
"Little baby, are you scared?" The old man suddenly moved closer to Ethan's bulging cheeks.
"Hunter, fox."
Leon Chen repeated cowardly. After a long time, he was finally shocked and put his hands on the ground in fear.
"Hehe." The old Taoist with long eyebrows struck while the iron was hot, "If you can't become an immortal and repay the debt you owed Victor Shi in your previous life, Victor Shi will eat you. You are whiter, tenderer and more delicious than the Ganoderma lucidum doll raised by a poor Taoist --- -"
Ethan began to tremble, and the old man continued to look at him with threatening eyes. Finally, Ethan couldn't help it, and tears rolled down his face.
The old Taoist with long eyebrows wiped the cold sweat from his head: I finally cried!
When Victor Shi returned to the river beach, Ethan was trembling with fear in his eyes.
Victor Shi walked away without squinting, and Ethan immediately stumbled over to him, carefully grabbing the corner of his clothes and sobbing constantly: "Don't eat me, don't leave me..."
Victor Shi stopped, bent down slightly to pick up Ethan, wrapped him in his arms, and let him lie on his shoulder and sob quietly.
He gently stroked the child's back with his palm, helping Leon Chen to channel the chaotic breath control in his body. Then he returned to the cave, patiently fed him a meat bun, and held his hand to write a few lines of the Ling Fei Sutra.
"Three Spirits Winged Scenery, Taixuan supports Yu, rides on a dragon and rides on the clouds, there is nothing to worry about."
The writing style was smooth and round, turning freely. With the skylight pouring in from the cracks in the mountain wall, the writing actually floated slightly on the paper. Leon Chen also opened his eyes wide, as if he felt something.
"...Happy Tai Chi, rest with the sky." Victor Shi stopped writing and asked the supernatural puppet to buy clay dolls and candy figures from the market town for the group to play with.
As night fell, Leon Chen was no longer afraid of Victor Shi. Before going to bed, he grabbed Victor Shi's lapel and asked drowsily: "The old god said that my brother is a fox. Can you show me his tail? Is it soft? I must Very warm."
Ethan fell asleep without waiting for Victor Shi to react.
The palm of his hand touched the Baihui point on the top of Leon Chen's head, and the concentration in Victor Shi'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 don't get rid of the seven emotions, you will easily fall into the devil's path in the future. Fortunately, Leon Chen was still young, and with him by his side, it was easy to make him laugh and cry like a normal child.
After covering the dumplings with a quilt and making sure that there was no gap for air leakage, Victor Shi's thoughts returned to the lies told by the old man with long eyebrows today, such as fox demons and so on, which were too outrageous.
Although everyone in the Black Abyss Valley took turns coming out every day to make the children laugh and make them cry, in order to help Leon Chen relieve his depressed emotions, Victor Shi saw that they were really enjoying themselves and doing all kinds of tricks.
Victor Shi was a little concerned about bullying his junior brother so blatantly.
How to do it?
Victor Shi glanced around the cave and saw the jade slips piled high on the bookshelf, and suddenly his heart moved.
Green jade is usually used in the world of cultivation to record the prescriptions of martial arts and elixirs. It is carved into a jade ball, hung up by Leon Chen and hidden in his clothes. He writes down all the nonsense so that when Leon Chen grows up, he can open the jade ball on his own. Jian Danfang, when curiously reading the contents of these jade balls--Victor Shi smiled silently.
Do you think your junior brother who forgets the past every day is easy to bully? Let Leon Chen settle the accounts with them from now on.
Day after day, the people sitting cross-legged on the bluestone of the deep pool remain the same, and the dumplings are walking with short legs. Every day they meet different "kind-hearted gods" on the river beach. This group of old and disrespectful cultivators have a very happy life every day. Taking turns to bully the children, each story became more thrilling and interesting. Slowly, Ethan no longer had a dull expression, and his big black and white eyes followed the gestures of the "fairies". Ethan could only cry and laugh. , and said angrily that he didn’t believe it.
Lingfei Sutra, Nanhua Sutra, Huainanzi...
The smart and round handwriting on the paper gradually changed. After Victor Shi let go of his hand, Ethan could also rely on the familiar spiritual power to complete the work in one go, with silver hooks and iron paintings showing off his sharp edges.
The fleshy fist holding the pen gradually became slender and powerful, and the silhouette reflected on the paper became more upright and handsome.
"Excellent and independent, still alone, connected to the nine heavens and nine fields below."
A ray of skylight shines into the cave. The young man in white shirt holds a pen in one hand and holds the other behind his back. He suddenly turns his head, his handsome and delicate eyebrows are outlined like a flying fairy.
"Hey, what's under the table?"
Leon Chen lowered his head in confusion. It seemed to be a box with no lock.
Senior brother isn't here, so it shouldn't matter if you open it and take a look.
---There are three thousand beryl balls every day, three thousand at the age of three, three thousand at the age of nine, and there are three thousand beryl balls lying quietly in the sandalwood box.
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