The seventeenth year of Jade Dragon in the Great Xia Kingdom.

Later people remembered that this year was a good year with good weather, without any military troubles or plagues, and a peaceful and peaceful wife.

But for some people, this year, she has experienced many twists and turns, even though she was just a child at that time.

Early summer morning.

There are a lot of carriages on the sidewalks to Beijing. Occasionally, a few donkey carts rushed over, and most of them were delivering vegetables to the city. There are many vegetable farmers nearby who make a living by growing vegetables.

The man driving the vegetable truck looked at the two people walking on the road with some strange surprise. They were a fat monk walking with a six or seven-year-old child in his arms.

The rising sun stretched out the shadows of the two of them through the thin morning mist, with a bit of funnyness.

The fat monk's gray cloth monk's robe was covered in dust, and he seemed to have walked a long way.

Before the child woke up, he laid on the monk's shoulder and asked with his eyes closed, "Uncle, are we going home? Are we waiting for us at home?"

When the monk heard this, he looked sad and said in a rough voice: "We won't go back! My uncle will take you to a fun place."

"Where is grandma?" the child asked again.

"Your grandma is going out to do business. Be good, she will naturally come to you when the time comes." Even if the monk is a rough man, he really can't bear to tell the truth to the child.

"Have grandma's injury healed?" the child asked again: "Has she taken medicine? Have you killed those who beat her?"

"Okay, I'll die after eating." The monk said impatiently, feeling that letting a man coax his children was the second tormenting thing in the world, second only to marrying a wife: "Stop talking, beware of the willow catkins flying into his mouth."

This is the time for willow catkins and poplar flowers to fly. The so-called "the spring breeze does not lift the ban on poplar flowers, and the misty rushes across the road" is also the same.

The anxious monk in his heart glanced at someone staring at him, and couldn't help but start to attack and shouted, "Look at what your Buddha is doing?! Could it be that I want me to ordain you?"

Although he was dressed as a monk, he was tall and reckless. No matter how he looked, he looked like a bandit who was desperate and had to cut his hair into a monk.

The driver did not dare to cause trouble, so he turned his face and urged the donkey pulling the car to leave quickly.

But the child was not afraid of the reckless monk at all. He patted his bald head and said, "Uncle, you have violated the precept of anger again! You should recite the Heart Sutra a few more times and more."

"I know, I know! Don't talk anymore! Otherwise I will throw you on the side of the road." The monk repeated the words he had said countless times.

The child was giggling and didn't care at all.

After a while, in the evening, the monk finally brought his children to Tiandu, the capital of Daxia Kingdom. After trekking for nearly two months, he had three pairs of shoes. It is known that he had worked hard.

The two of them were already hungry, smelling the scent of the food floating out of the restaurant, and couldn't help swallowing their saliva.

The fat monk found a Ergu Shop, sat down, and ordered two sets of mutton soup cakes loudly.

He ate one and a half sets himself and left half sets for the child.

The hot mutton soup with big cakes can satisfy both craving and hunger, and the price is not expensive.

After all, rich people do not eat mutton offals, they only like to eat roasted mutton or mutton jade soup.

Although monks should not be edible, there are people in this place in the capital, and he is not the only monk who eats meat. He also saw that he was from other places, so no one paid attention to it.

What's more, he didn't beg for alms, but paid.

The night falls, and the monk takes his children to the bank of the most prosperous Spring Sorrow River in Tiandu. This place is like both sides of the Qinhuai River, and is a world where people and horses are indulging in pleasure.

"Good boy, just sit here and don't move. When someone comes out, you can hand over the letter." The monk said as he put the child on the back door steps of a flower building and handed the letter to her.

The letter has not been sealed and the letter has not been signed.

"My uncle is a monk and he has no money on him. I'll give you all these copper plates left. Keep them for sesame cakes." The monk sighed and said, "There is still this thing. Don't take it off after putting it on."

After the monk said that, he took out something from his arms, and carefully put it on the child's neck.

"Uncle, what is this?" the child asked, touching the thing on his neck.

"This is your life root. Don't lose it. With it, your grandma can find you, otherwise you will never see her again." The monk said, "Remember no?!"

"Uncle, do you want me anymore?" The child looked up at the monk.

"You are a girl, and my uncle can't always take you. Besides, I'm so bastard, I'm afraid I'll raise you into a little bastard. After thinking about it, it's better to entrust you to a more reliable person," said the monk: "This person is my old lover. When I was in decline, I vowed her, but since I became a monk, I had to let go.

She is a rare and strange woman. All women who enter fireworks have their own difficulties. They are inevitably forced to smile, or sigh and feel dissatisfied. They are even more determined to find a good person to be good. But she is different. She is voluntary, so she is easy to do and finally becomes the chief celebrant of Nine Street, 18 Lane in Beijing."

The child is still young and has no idea what fireworks are or what courtesan is. But the monk's proud tone must be a very amazing person and thing, so he nodded while listening.

"By the way, memorize the key points of light skills I taught you again, don't forget." The monk said again.

The child finished memorizing it word by word and asked him: "Uncle, can I kill so many people like you?"

"No," the monk shook his head and said, "But it can make you run fast enough when you meet bad people, it is also a self-defense technique."

"Grandpa..."

"Okay, don't say it, my uncle is leaving!" The monk scratched his bald head impatiently and said, "You can't let her see me like this."

midnight.

The soft-jade girl from Chuyao Pavilion was a little drunk and found an excuse to escape from the table and go to the back door to get some breathable.

"These bastards knew to pour my mother to death," Wangyu complained as he walked: "A group of prisoners who were imprisoned!"

The back door was closed, and a girl and an Enke were leaning there and talking. When they saw Ruan Yu coming, they greeted him and walked away.

Nephrite pulled open the door and was filled with the breeze at night, and people suddenly woke up a little.

As soon as I said "It's so cool", I saw a child sitting on the steps, his clothes were loose, his face was dirty, and his big eyes were dark and bright. He was not afraid of being angry when he saw someone.

"Whose child are you? Why did you come here? Where are your parents?" Wangyu asked the child.

"Are you an old lady?" the child stood up and asked Wangyu: "Uncle asked me to hand this over to you."

As he said that, he handed over the letter.

After a moment -----
Chapter completed!