The cute apprentice of the national teacher is charming and wild

186 Chapter 185: Worshiping Mother

Wuyu's hands trembled slightly, she put down the fruit, found an ancient medical book and opened it, and when she turned to a certain page, she held her breath and read it carefully.

Immediately, she raised her head in a daze, her pupils shrank suddenly, and said in a dazed way: "Sure enough, it's a holy tang fruit!"

"Holy Tang Fruit?" Mi Yan was shocked!

The two looked at each other in astonishment, and said in unison: "Soul Gathering!"

Nan Zhuohua sat on the stool, put his arms on the desk, and fingered, "Sister Wuyu, what are you talking about?"

Wuyu looked back at Nan Zhuohua, silent, with secretive eyes.

She remembered that last time in Ten Mile Woods, the little master suddenly changed into a different person, who was that person in her body?
Miyan's eyes are also a little more dignified.

Nan Zhuohua raised his eyes, his innocent almond eyes were clear and pure, "What's wrong with you?"

"It's okay," Miyan smiled, and gave Nan Zhuohua the holy tang fruit to eat.

Nan Zhuohua took the Shengtang fruit and played with it for a while. This fruit is the fifth one she has eaten. Yue Yaer would give her one every year on her birthday, and she doesn't know why.

She put the fruit in her mouth, chewed it twice and then swallowed it into her stomach. It had no taste, and she didn't feel any sensation after eating it.

Maybe she didn't notice anything unusual, but Wuyu and Miyan did.

The two of them stared at Nan Zhuohua intently. After she ate the fruit, her dark eyes gradually turned into light gold, and the cinnabar between her brows also turned into the original crimson.

Then those light golden pupils returned to black again.

Seeing it, Mi Yan's heart skipped a beat.

Wu Yu had seen Nan Zhuohua's golden eyes before, and her face was still calm. She moved her eyes to Nan Zhuohua's wrist, and found that her spirit veins had lengthened again.

Master Guoshi is helping her rebuild her spiritual veins.
It can only show that the little master's spiritual veins have been destroyed
But, for whom is the holy tang fruit gathering the soul?In other words, who is in the body of their little master?

noon.

Gu Zhijin brought a bowl of longevity noodles to Nan Zhuohua, with two poached eggs on it, Nan Zhuohua ate it with relish.

not yet.

Nan Zhuohua and Gu Zhijin packed up their things and drove to worship Mrs. Nan.

Accompanying them were sisters Wuyu and Miyan, as well as Si Ye.

Fudong stayed to watch the yard, if she encountered any danger, she would not be able to help, it would only add to the chaos.

Mrs. Nan's body was buried at the foot of a mountain, and there was a temple on the mountain called Lingyin Temple.

Back then when Nan Shaoyin was pregnant with Nan Zhuohua, she originally wanted to come to Lingyin Temple to raise her baby, but she never thought that she would meet robbers on the way and die here after giving birth to Nan Zhuohua.

After Nan Shaoyin's death, her ashes would rather be buried in the barren mountains than in the Gu family's ancestral grave. In her heart, she held resentment towards Gu Zhi'an until she died.

The sky was cloudy and rainy, and at this moment, it was already light rain.

The mountain road was rugged, Si Ye was driving the carriage slowly, when the rain suddenly fell heavily, the wheels of the cart rolled over the mountain road, trampling out a patch of mud.

In the carriage, Gu Zhijin opened the curtain to see the pouring rain outside. The mountain road was steep, and she was a little worried about the danger. It was raining, and she couldn't go to the foot of the mountain to worship her mother.

She said: "Young Master Si Ye, park the carriage at Lingyin Temple first, we will go to Lingyin Temple to shelter from the rain, and we will go to the foot of the mountain when the rain stops later."

"Ah."

Si Ye responded, pulled the reins and drove steadily, and stopped at the gate of Lingyin Temple on the mountain.

It was raining heavily, Wu Yu and Mi Yan got off the carriage first, each holding an oil-paper umbrella to prop up, and then helped Nan Zhuohua and Gu Zhijin get off the carriage.

Several people came to the gate of Lingyin Temple, and Miyan knocked on the gate lightly.

After a while, a little novice opened the door, "Amitabha, I don't know what is the role of the benefactor?"

Gu Zhijin smiled and leaned over politely, "We came to worship our mother at the foot of the mountain. When it rained heavily, we wanted to rest our feet in the temple. We will go to the foot of the mountain after the rain stops. I hope the little master will accommodate you."

"Amitabha, benefactor please."

"Thank you, little master."

The little novice invited Nan Zhuohua and others into the temple, and took them to a meditation room to rest and shelter from the rain.

Nan Zhuohua couldn't stay in the room, so he slipped out and wandered around the Buddhist halls in the temple.

When she arrived at a Buddhist hall, she heard the sound of conversation inside, so she stood at the door, opened the door and looked inside quietly.

In the house, an old monk was playing chess with a man.

The man was dressed in elegant emerald green, his profile was shrouded in light and shadow, and his lines were soft and elegant. He lowered his eyes, focusing on the chess game in front of him, and his fingertips were as white as jade against the black spots on his hands.

Perseverance fell, and he asked: "The man who fell to the foot of the mountain last time is awake?"

The voice is soft and gentle, and the tone is neither fast nor slow, very pleasant to hear.

Nan Zhuohua sounded familiar.

On the opposite side, Master Huishan dropped Bai Zi, blocking Hei Zi's path, shaking his head, with a simple and heavy voice, "The benefactor fell from such a high cliff, hurting his internal organs, and he was only hanging on his breath. It may be a bit difficult to wake up." .”

"Since I saved him, he is still alive. I hope Master Huishan can take good care of him. Maybe someday he will recover."

The man's voice was as holy as compassion.

"Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, the poor monk knows it."

After a game, they complement each other, and in the end the man narrowly wins.

Master Huishan shook his head and smiled, "It's been a few years, but the poor monk's chess skills are still not as good as Prince Jingli's."

This man is none other than Jingli Wang Jingmoyan.He has traveled all over the world and has known Master Huishan for several years.

Jing Moyan smiled warmly: "Master Huishan is modest." Looking sideways slightly, he saw the little head protruding from the door, his brows and eyes were a little dazed, and he came back to his senses, his eyes were smudged with a shallow smile, he waved his hands, gently Saying: "Come here."

Nan Zhuohua at the door was not timid either, he crossed the threshold into the Buddhist hall with his short legs, and stood obediently in front of Jing Zhanli, without speaking, his beautiful almond eyes fluttering.

Jing Moyan spoke first, his tone soft: "Why are you here?"

Nan Zhuohua picked his little finger, and his milk voice was crisp and clear: "I came to worship my mother with my sister, it's raining outside, let's take shelter here for a while."

Although he is young, he speaks clearly and is lovable.

As long as Jing Moyan looks at her small face, her warm eyes will always lose his focus. Her almond eyes are cute, but the slanted end of the eyes reveals a bit of evil.

She was very much like the flamboyant woman back then.

Her small and exquisite facial features that have not yet opened are exactly the same as that woman.

The only thing that is different from that woman is the little cinnabar between her eyebrows.

Nan Zhuohua looked at him, looking into his dazed eyes, as if he was looking at another person through her.

"Why do you always look at me like this?"

When they first met, he also looked at her in such a daze.

Jing Moyan narrowed his eyes and smiled lightly, "You look very similar to an old friend."

Why does she look like so many people?The last time that Yan came back, my brother said that she was like his elder sister.

Nan Zhuohua's dark pupils were like ancient jade, "What about your old friend?"

Jing Moyan was silent for a while, with a slight sadness on his brows, "She's gone."

When Yan returned, the elder brother said that his elder sister was gone.

(End of this chapter)