I crossed to the west and picked up a baby boy by the river. Twenty years later, I found out that I had picked up a Tang monk. At that time, he had been raised by me as a tall and heroic man who walked with a tiger. I silently ordered the monsters on the westbound road to die in a car accident, and my soul crossed into the otherworld and turned into a grass.
After five hundred years of wind and sun, I finally became a human body. I decided to go down the mountain and eat, but when I returned to the mountain, I saw something by the river. I got closer and saw that it was a one-month-old baby. I quickly cast a spell to catch the child, and the baby in the bamboo basket was white and cute, and there were still tear stains on his face. Example: Tired of crying. At this moment, he is sleeping deeply, is it an abandoned baby? I guess it's remote and it's a lot of beasts.
I had to take him back to the cave mansion in the mountains. At first, I wanted to send my children to farmers under the mountain to be raised by well-wishers. But this child is really well-behaved and cute. After a rare few happy days for tens of thousands of years, I decided to leave him alone on the path of cultivation. In the future, I can have more fun with you with me.
I touched the child's head, the child was nestled in the quilt, his eyes were bright and curious looking at me, and if he found it by the river, call you Jiangliu. After saying that, I think the name seems a little familiar. Forget it, just call it this.
There are no years in the mountains, and in the blink of an eye, twenty years have passed, and I sit on the edge of the cliff while enjoying the scenery while nibbling on watermelons. I knew you were behind you in this clear male voice. You shouldn't be so wasted and lazy time, it's better to spend it on practice. I looked back and was almost blinded by a bright bald head. Under the sun, the river came towards me.
There are many fierce beasts in the mountains, and there are many fairies with cultivation. Since once a fox spirit took advantage of my absence, broke my formation and almost ate the river. I began to ask people from under the mountain to teach him martial arts, and I would also teach him the practice techniques. Jiang Liu was gifted and learned everything quickly, and the gentlemen who taught him martial arts were changed several, and at the same time, he saw the danger in the mountains with his own eyes. He learns more diligently. Every day, I start with a set of punches to do 500 thrusts and 500 pull-ups. After cooking, I was told to get up and go to meditate. Come back to cook at noon, go down the mountain after eating, come back in the evening to cook, do five hundred thrusts, five hundred pull-ups, and then continue to meditate. If it weren't for the fact that I still had so many years of cultivation on my body, I really wouldn't have anything to teach him now.
I looked at his figure and couldn't bear to look at his face, looking at this tall and strong figure, Kong Wu's powerful arms, strong muscles, wide waist and narrow back inverted triangle, plus that bald head that can blind people's eyes, walking around people is scary. It seems that he can punch the town of Kansai, upside down the stone, and plant weeping willows. Little fart boy, you care about me, I turned around and continued to nibble on the watermelon, Jiang Liu supported his hand, and neatly rolled over and sat next to me. I'm not small, I've grown up.
He looked at me seriously, I looked at his handsome face and bright head, and sighed leisurely, time flies so fast! In the blink of an eye, the little fart who always followed behind me has grown into a reliable young man, how is it? Did the host say anything? I asked quickly, saying that this stinky boy didn't know what was wrong.
Since I accidentally checked a Buddhist sutra at the age of five, I seemed to have opened some kind of trick, and I couldn't extricate myself from the Dharma, and I always felt that I was born to be a monk, and after I beat my ass a few times, I still confiscated it at all. He often went down the mountain to buy scriptures and study books, and even more egregiously, he sneaked down the mountain three years ago, shaved his head when he was looking for a place to live, and decided to become a monk.
I watched him coldly and didn't interfere. But half a month, this guy came back with a bald head and ashes. Why don't you look at me, he asked me in a low voice. Came back, didn't you hide that I was going to become a monk?