Rebirth Handbook

Qing followed the sedan chair all the way to a mansion in the south of the city. Seeing the word "Yingfu", he thought to himself that this girl was originally named Ying. Although this mansion is not magnificent, it is elegant and beautiful, which shows that the owner here is quite rich.

He looked at it for a while and opened his eyes to observe the luck in this mansion. This look made him frown. Luck is continuous, it should be a sign of good luck, but in this golden river of luck, there is a black air that is continuous, if it continues like this, it may not be long before this Yingfu will be ruined.

Qing then looked at the girl who got down from the sedan chair, opened his eyes and then looked at the girl, he couldn't help but let out a surprise.

Why is this girl covered with Buddha's light? ! Qing touched her head and said in her heart, if this is a man, it is probably the fate of escape into the empty door. Even if it is not a man, this girl should also have a pious Buddha heart. In fact, this is a good thing for Qing. After all, Lei Jie has always been kind to this kind of Buddha light. If he can take advantage of this situation, Lei Jie will definitely be weakened.

But he thought that this girl might be so desperate to Buddha, why did he feel so worried in her heart?

Seeing the other girl enter a small building, Qing couldn't think about it anymore, and followed it up like a prodigal son. To enter the embroidered building of the girl's house, Qing stood at the door and muttered: "Don't blame it." Then he walked in with a natural look.

This embroidered building is also different from the boudoirs of ordinary girls, whose embroidered building will be such a large Buddhist hall.

Qing held her hands behind her back, relied that others could not see, followed the girl leisurely, walked past the patio with goldfish, turtles and lotus flowers, and went straight into the Buddhist hall.

"You go down first." The girl let the maid go down, knelt down on the futon, took a string of Buddhist beads from her wrist, and gently curled it up.

Qing stood behind her for a while, saw her straight back, looking at the Buddha statue on the table, and walked around in front of her, standing between her and the Buddha statue. Qing squatted down, got close to the girl's face, and looked at it rarely.

This girl is not very good-looking, why is he like having a strange disease, and his heart is thumping? Things were weird, he had to stay with this girl for a while to observe. Qing thought this way, and stayed here comfortably.

When the girl Ying reads the Buddha, he sits opposite her and pretends that she is talking to him; when girl Ying eats, he sits on the opposite side and watched them eat with a smile. From time to time, I stole a few pieces while others were not paying attention, and then commented: "This crispy chicken is really not worthy of its name. We have a green fox roast chicken restaurant in Mengze. The chicken inside is really amazing. The skin is crispy and the meat is tender. The fragrance is overflowing, take a bite, the mouth is full of fat, fragrant but not greasy, tut."

"There is also this tube of bone yam and wolfberry soup. The heat is wrong, and the taste of the tube bone is not fully prepared. In the 500-year-old soup shop in Meng Zeli, every soup is a hundred times better than this. The bones are almost boiled by the Mianshan fire, and a small bowl of soup is full of essence. After the soup is boiled, the color is as clear as water, and the mellow taste can be tasted in the mouth."

Qing kept talking, seeing the girl Ying on the opposite side as if she couldn't eat, she put down the bowl. She lowered her eyes and sighed, and stopped moving her chopsticks.

Qing followed with a sigh, and said with understanding: "If you are not in good health, your appetite is really bad, but you must eat well, otherwise it will be worse for your health."

Qing didn't know where her worries came from. Seeing this girl Ying's pale face, she panicked. After staying here for two days, Qing knew that this girl named Ying Xian was in very bad health. She was ill in bed for most of the year. This is a rare time for her to be well.

Seeing Ying Xian drinking the medicine, so the big bowl of bitter medicine drank it without frowning, Qing felt sorry for it, and wanted to show up and take good care of it. After all, he hadn't lost his mind completely, knowing that he could only scare the girl when he appeared rashly, and finally resisted it, and watched the medicine drink with pity and pity.

In the evening Yingxian sat on the bed and read. She let the maids go down like the previous two days, not letting them sleep on their feet and watch the night. Qing also sat there unceremoniously and looked at the book in Ying Xian's hand.

"Tsk, this book is so small, can you see it clearly." He finished speaking, snapped his fingers, and the candle on the little table lit up a lot.

Ying Xian, who was reading, glanced at the candlelight that suddenly brightened a lot, which seemed strange, but soon she continued to read, as if she didn't notice anything.

The tea that Ying Xian had drunk was placed by the table. Qing looked at her and saw that she hadn't paid attention to it, so he took a sip of the tea.

He felt that he had never drunk such sweet tea before, and couldn't help muttering in confusion: "What is in this tea, why is it so sweet?"

After a while, Ying Xian got up to refill a cup of tea and put it in place, but did not take another sip. This tea is bitter tea, not sweet at all, she thought so in her heart, there was still no expression on her face.

Qing felt that the girl was really not paying attention to her body, she just lay on the couch and fell asleep, the windows were not closed, and the quilt was not covered. He closed the window lightly and then took a thin quilt to cover Ying Xian.

"Mortals are so fragile." Qing sat at the end of the couch, thinking about one thing. A mortal doctor can't deal with Xian's disease, maybe a monster can do it?

"It's a pity that I don't know much about medicine. When I think about it, who can I ask." Qing thought about it, and finally decided to write to his friend Yi. Even if he can't cure the disease, it should be fine to get some spiritual water to strengthen his body.

Qing turned into a blank piece of paper out of thin air, and wrote a letter on it, and then he blew on the blank piece of paper. The thin piece of blank paper turned into a small red fox with a big palm.

Qing opened the window a little, and said to the little fox, "Go."

The little red fox ran out of the window. Qing turned to look at Ying Xian who was asleep on the couch, and said, "I hope he can do something about your illness."

Ying Xian's life was boring. She stayed in this embroidered building almost every day, and at most went to the garden for a walk. Otherwise, she would meet her father, and she rarely went out. Qing followed her every day and turned around. The guy who was most afraid of being bored didn't even feel bored this time. Even staring at the back of others could watch for a day.

He worries about Ying Xian's body every day, and almost forgets what he is here for. When he finally remembered this, the robbery was over.

The thunder blasted down, and the window was illuminated brightly. Qing got up from her feet, walked to the window and took a look, then turned to look at Ying Xian who was reading on the bed, and smiled bitterly: "This is really beautiful and misleading, and even forgot what she came for. "

He has never been so dizzy in his life, or how could Wenrouxiang be a hero's grave, that is, no matter how powerful or clever a person is, he has to become a fool when he meets the person he likes.

Originally, he was going to contact Ying Xian's father, and then promised to solve the catastrophe of Yingfu for him, in order to borrow the popularity, but now, Lei is about to hit the top of the head, it must be too late, this time it seems to be Can only carry it hard.

Listening to the louder and louder thunder outside, Qing's scalp was numb, and then she came to the bed and leaned forward and quickly kissed Ying Xian's cheek, saying, "I'm going to be struck by lightning. I don't know if I can come back. It was a wish to kiss you, don't blame me, I am a serious monster, not a prodigal son, you must wait for my return."

After he finished speaking, he smacked his lips reluctantly, then touched Ying Xian's head again, and then turned into a plume of smoke and floated outside the house.

When he left, Ying Xian, who was calmly reading a book, suddenly touched her cheek, then put down the book, got out of bed, walked to the window, and opened the window to look out.

It was not raining outside, but the thunder was violent, and the electric light instantly illuminated the night sky like day. Ying Xian watched Na Lei suddenly move out of the city, with a shallow worry in her eyes.

Thunder rang all night, and many people did not sleep well. When Yingfu's maid walked into her own lady's room as usual, she saw her sitting by the bed with the Buddha beads in her hands, her face was not very good.

"Miss, what's wrong with you? Are you uncomfortable again? The slave and maid asked someone to invite Old Doctor Li from Renxintang to come and see?

Ying Xian shook her head and stood up, "You go to prepare the sedan chair, and let someone tell his father that I am going to Dongyun Temple outside the city."

The maid didn’t understand why my lady went to the small temple where the incense was not full of prosperity. Didn’t they always go to Luoyun Temple? But seeing the young lady's expression, she didn't dare to ask more, so she went down to prepare.

A small sedan came out of Yingfu, headed outside the city, and finally stopped at the door of Dongyun Temple. There are not many incense in this temple, very few people, there are no people in front of the mountain gate at this moment. The maid helped the person out of the sedan chair, but saw that she was not going to the temple, but to a bluestone staircase next to her.

"Miss, where are you going?"

"Walk around at will." Ying Xian said.

The two maids looked at each other and couldn't have to keep up.

At this moment, in the green cedar woods to the left of Dongyun Temple, the red fox, which has been transformed into the original shape, crawls under a blue-purple wood hydrangea. He is exhausted now, and he keeps cursing Na Lei. The robbery is simply unreasonable. It was said that the thirty-seven Dao, how to become a forty-nine Dao, all at once, add so many Dao, if it weren't for his magical and spiritual cultivation is good, this time he would have to be hacked to death here.

Speaking of the latter, he almost felt that he couldn't bear it, but he didn't know where a ray of Buddha's light blocked him, and now he has the strength to curse here. What's the matter with the Buddha light? It can't be Ying Xian, she doesn't even know him. That is the Dongyun Temple next to him, Qing nodded, it must be the reason for Dongyun Temple, it seems that choosing to cross the catastrophe next to the Buddhist temple is really a good decision.

He turned his head and licked the wound on his body and thought, if he really died here, it would be too wrong. He didn't even marry his optimistic daughter-in-law. If he died here, who would treat her disease? He couldn't bear to let his wife be so sick for the rest of her life.

Fortunately, he still survived, that is, half of the beautiful hair on his body was scorched, and his body was covered with scars-this is probably the ugliest moment he was born until now. Don't be seen.

Just thinking about this, Qing heard the voice of someone on the road ahead.

"Miss, I have been walking this way, and there is nothing to look at. Didn't the monk I met just say that there was a thunder and a wildfire here yesterday, so why not go to the monastery?"

"Go ahead."

Hearing this familiar voice, Qing pricked his ears. At the same time, his hind legs couldn't help but twitch, the whole person...no, the whole fox was struck by lightning.

Is it Yingxian? Why is his wife here? This merciless god, what do you do to send your wife here at this time, look at his embarrassed appearance?

"Yeah! Miss, look, the wooden hydrangea over there is really nice. Let's go and take a look!"

Qing silently shrank under the flowers, shouting in his heart: "Don't come, don't come, don't come!"

It is a pity that the ruthless God once again sneered at him, Ying Xian came over here, and she also saw Hua's trembling red hair from underneath very sharply.

The flowers and leaves in front of her were blown away, and Qing met the eyes that made herself fall in love at first sight.

Sorry, Qing stretched out her paw and covered her eyes.

"It's a wounded red fox. It's so pitiful." A maid said, seeing her lady reaching out to hug the fox, she hurriedly persuaded: "Miss, no! This wild fox is untamable and uncomfortable. , It will hurt Miss!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw that the young lady had already held the red fox in her arms, and the fox hadn't struggled from start to finish, it was as rigid as death.

The maid was speechless for a while, and then said: "Miss, this fox is dirty, let's hug it."

Ying Xian shook her head, "No, let's go back."

"Miss, don't you go to the temple to worship?"

"Ok."

Ying Xian took the red fox back, carefully cleaned and bandaged, and put it in a soft quilt. Qing lay in the soft quilt she had coveted for a long time, feeling that she was about to die. His wife is so kind, gentle, attentive and considerate, and he can think of a good life after marriage.

At that time, they have a deep affection for Qinse and Ming, he is called his wife Xianxian, and his wife is called Qinglang. After thinking about it, Qing almost grinned, and when she realized something was wrong and shut her mouth, she suddenly felt cold in her mouth.

Hey, why drooling. Qing quickly raised her eyes and glanced at Ying Xian, trying to sneak away while she didn't pay attention, when she just raised her head, a kerchief wiped the saliva from her mouth.

Qing: "..." The wife must not find out that her future husband is the red fox who once drooled on her bed! absolute!

After a while, Qing drank a cup of tea that Ying Xian poured. He looked at Cha Shui and said that he would drink tea to a fox. His wife is so silly and cute~

Ying Xian looked at the poor scorched fox and thought, isn't this monster being stupid by lightning, why not only drooling, but also giggling? A fox laughed a little strangely.