Master Is Pregnant

Chapter 78:

In fact, Tao Qing thought well, but the mountains are suitable for raising babies. For a while, I really forgot the noise and disturbances of the outside world. I was drunk all day long, but sometimes when I think of the war outside, I can’t help but sigh and feel that I am so evasive. It's really not something an individual should do.

After passing through several messages, Lian'er and Yanli informed Yanli that she was leaving for a period of time. They didn't say much about where to go or what to do, but they thought it was Tao Qing who made the arrangements. The news from Lian'er is not broken. It just changed from once every two or three days to once every half month or even longer. I guess she must have left Minyue, or even far away from Minyue. More. There are countless strange people under Tao Qing's account. Unfortunately, Lian'er is the only one who understands the language of birds. No wonder Lian'er never eats little chicken. If I can understand the little chicken’s weak voice, "Don’t don’t, don’t eat me", I probably Also... at least not eating so much...

What a day in the mountains, the world has been around for a thousand years, or vice versa. There are two worlds outside the mountains. We have been isolated from the rest of the world and lived a life in a small peach garden, counting the sun and the sunset, accidentally, belly Big.

On that day, Yan Li came over to check my pulse as usual. I pointed to my belly and said to him, "He just kicked me."

This man couldn't understand my grievances at all, and he was even surprised that I was fisted by an unfilial boy, and his ears were close to my belly, and he smiled. He really didn't look like a city...

"Yan Xiaowu..." I tugged at his long hair, looking at the sky speechlessly, "You said it's a man or a woman, how come you don't have a solid hand all day?"

Yan withdrew her ears, smiling at my pulse in a contemplative manner, and slowly said, "From the pulse, it may be her daughter."

I despised him, "Can you see the pulse? Listen to you nonsense!"

Yan Li felt that his professional knowledge had been insulted, and withdrew his hand unwillingly. "Otherwise do you think?"

I touched my chin and said, "Last night, I dreamt of having a son."

He sneered and bounced my forehead. "How can you take your dreams seriously?"

At this time, Tang Si walked in and asked only the second half of the sentence: "What is your dream?"

I aggrievedly hid in his direction. "San'er, I dreamt of having a son, Yan Xiaowu scolded me for being superstitious."

Tang Si laughed at this, "Ha, you really can't take dreams seriously."

"Huh!" I withdrew my hand, held my chest and curled my mouth, "Otherwise you said it would be a man or a woman?"

"I heard that sour girls, you like to eat sour so much, you should be your son." Tang Si used pseudo-scientific methods to come to the same conclusion as me.

Sure enough, Yan Li sneered at his theory and said with a smile: "Pregnant women should not eat spicy food, sour children and spicy women are nonsense."

Tang Si raised his eyebrows and sneered: "Oh, you are more insightful? Then tell me?"

Seeing the smell of gunpowder began to fill the air, I hurriedly interrupted the two of them, clutching their stomachs and yelled "Ouch," the two of them immediately changed their expressions. They all looked to me and said anxiously: "What's wrong!"

I frowned and said, "It seems that I have eaten too much at noon, and my stomach is bloated..."

The two eyebrows I felt deceived raised and immediately united the front. They gave me an angry look. They drove me out for a walk and sunbathing, just when the bald monk came in from the door and held it in his hand. Holding the lotus, he smiled and said: "I just heard the three donors arguing outside the door. In fact, why is this? It's better to use the method of a poor monk." He handed the lotus to him, "Ask the Buddha."

The three of us: "..."

It’s so kind. I took the lottery and shook it happily. It took a long time to throw out a lottery. The monk who was not bald picked it up, and the two men who pretended not to care or believe also secretly glanced at the monk who was not bald. .

"Hmm..." Not being bald, thinking, I swallowed and asked, "How do you say?"

Don't be bald, put down the lottery, and said seriously: "It says that you are either male or female."

I returned to him with the same seriousness: "Don't think that if there is a Buddha supporting you, I will not dare to beat you."

"Amitabha Buddha." Not bald smiled to face my intimidation, "Seeing the female benefactor so sturdy, the poor monk feels that boys and girls are the same."

Yan Li was unable to help his forehead and said: "Forget it, forget it, what he said is not wrong, giving birth to children is the same, anyway, the result will be known in three months."

In the past few months in the temple in the mountains, Yanli has taken care of him and Tang Si has been accompanying him throughout the whole process. When I am bored, I can make fun of not being bald. Yanli said that my birth was stunted for more than three months, but he Under the sacred hand, he has rejuvenated and can definitely give birth to a healthy and strong baby. But I am a little worried: they all say that prenatal education is important. My baby is growing up in the ruined temple while listening to the monk chanting sutras. Will he...be connected with the Buddha in the future?

After listening to my worries, Bubald laughed and said: "The poor monk is a monk who does not prey. If your baby is a monk, I am afraid that he will not be a good monk. Most of it is a..." I didn't say the whole thing, but from him From those narrow eyes, it must be nothing good, either a "monk monk" or a "sexual monk"...

The weather has suddenly become hot these days, and the trees in the mountains are still shady. Tang Si's hands are so skillful that he made a set of furniture on the spot. The hanging chair under the big tree at the entrance of the ruined temple is my favorite. Every afternoon, I lie down on the hanging chair and dangle gently, the cool breeze in the mountains, the cicadas screaming, I find people sleepy and drowsy... After having dinner in the evening, the sun’s heat is gone, I Yan Li on the left hand and Tang Si on the right hand walked around the top of the hill for a walk and digestion. By the way, he looked at the stars and the moon. It was also full of emotion...

I had a face-to-face meeting with the bald monk. I still went to take a nap under the big tree. Yan Li went to work on his herbal planting career again. Tang Si squeezed a hanging chair with me bored, and I hugged his waist in fear. "Can this chair lift the weight of three people..."

He closed his eyes and said tiredly: "The one in your stomach is negligible." He was still groping on me with his hands, and muttered: "It's not bad, fat but not greasy."

I was sluggish for a while, reacted, and returned his paw, and he caught it quickly. After I succeeded, I said impatiently: "Don't be noisy, I want to sleep."

Why is he more lethargic than a pregnant woman like me...

I thought it was too hot in his arms, so I moved my fart and thighs out, turned my back to him, put his hand on my bulging abdomen, and unconsciously rubbed it a few times, and my breathing became Slow down.

I closed my eyes and heard Tang Si’s heartbeat coming from behind, the breeze rustling across the treetops, and the bald monk was in the ruined temple chanting sutras that only he could understand, and even heard Further away, there was the sound of footsteps...

Yanli?

The situation is wrong!

I was stunned. I grabbed Tang Si's hand and pinched him. He immediately woke up, but he didn't realize what was going on. I stretched out my hand to cover it when I was about to speak. I winked and he was puzzled. Frowning, but soon I will come over, encircling my waist and lifting up, hiding in the dense branches of the big tree.

The vegetation on the mountain is very good, and when you step on it, you will make a rustling sound, and the sound will get closer and closer, until the two people meet our eyes.

Two people wearing the same white dress, the cloud and moon patterns on the cuffs and necklines show their identities. Both of them are wearing white caps, and their faces are covered with white gauze. They cannot see their faces. The two people walked straight to the ruined temple, stopped in front of the ruined temple, and after looking at each other, the woman on the right said something, it was Minyue dialect, neither Tang Si nor I understood.

The sound of chanting in the temple stopped. After a while, the bald monk answered them something.

The voice of the woman outside the door was dry and without a trace of emotion. After saying a lot, the bald monk finally walked out of the ruined temple, with a solemn expression on his face, completely different from what he usually saw.

I froze for a while, then looked back at Tang Si, only to see that he was also confused.

Bubald said a few more words to the two men. After the two looked at each other, the woman on the right bowed to whether Baldness, and slowly stepped back, returning in the direction where he came.

It wasn't until the two of them walked far enough that Tang Si hugged me and fell to the ground, and Yan Li stepped forward to strangle the throat that was not bald, and asked sharply, "You deceive us, what's the purpose!"

The bald monk smiled slightly, as if he didn't care about being restrained by others, opened his eyes to look at Yan Li, and replied softly: "The benefactor's words are very bad. The monks don't ridicule. The poor monks have never deceived you."

"You concealed your true identity!" Yan Li stared at him fiercely.

"What the poor monk said is true. There is nothing false about the poor monk. The poor monk is a tantric abandoned disciple. He is not bald and lives alone in the mountains. Is there any deception?"

Yan Li snorted coldly: "But you didn't say that you are the Sect Master of Tantric Sect, with three secret arts in your body!"

Not bald indifferent. "The Sect Master of the Tantric Sect is a thing of the past, and now there is no baldness and no Sect Master."

"If you are not the Sovereign, why do they want you to come out to preside over Lan Zhengying's marriage?"

Hearing this, I couldn't help but interrupt him. "Lan Zhengying is getting married? Isn't he still fighting?"

Yan Li turned his head and gave me a complicated look. "The two of them just came here and delivered a message. Chen Guo promised to make peace with Minyue. Seven days later, Lan Zhengying and Shen Dongli were married in the sacred place of Baojing. The tantric suzerain must perform a prayer ceremony."

I opened my eyes and said, "Huh?"