Chapter 2198: Master's Fate

"Tell me, you are old, and my mother can't worry about everything for you!" Wang Jianfei's mother nodded and asked, "Besides, my mother doesn't know how to paint, so you can tell me what you think. Mother, listen first! Is it possible that you don’t like painting?”

"Mother..." Wang Jianfei said, pushed the bowl aside, stood up, and said, "My child naturally likes to paint. However, after what happened at Mr. Wang's house yesterday, my child thinks that painting alone is of no use. ? Even if the child becomes a great painter in Pingxicheng, he will be the same as his father, no... he will not be able to control his own destiny? "

Speaking of this, Wang Jianfei peeked into the back room. Although his mother never told him how his father died, he knew something about the past from the villagers' mouths. He was afraid that his father was the same as himself. You are upright, have you offended the powerful because of something?

Wang Jianfei's mother was silent. How could she not know this? But what could she do?

Wang Jianfei didn't know what his mother was thinking, so he hurriedly explained: "Maybe my mother doesn't know the details yet, right?"

After Wang Jianfei explained the cause of the matter clearly, he then said: "Mother, look at it. Facing a rural rich man, if the child resisted a little, they took her over and threw her into the dog." Cage, how do you regard human life as life? In the end, even if the child fights for his life and wins the bet, the child still has to give in. If the child does not give in, they will not say anything about today's incident. , it will inevitably embarrass us in the future, we... are just fish!"

"Also. What happened yesterday, if it weren't for the kind-hearted Miss Wang, not only would the portrait matter not be let go, but the child's life... would be in danger!"

"It feels really bad to have your life in the hands of others!" Wang Jianfei said seriously, "From this matter, the kid has already seen that even if the kid becomes the best painter in Pingxi City, even if the kid... He is the most famous painter in the entire Buddhist country, but he is still the plaything of others. He has to paint whatever others ask him to paint, and he can't paint anything if others don't let him paint. There are such great painters. What does it mean? Just like today, if the child does a good job, the Wang family will give him a piece of praise, saying that he is talented and a useful person, and others will give him more gold. Even if he is said to be the best painter of all time, what's the use of it? If his destiny is not in his hands, it will all be in vain!"

"Son..." Wang Jianfei's mother was a little stunned. She really couldn't imagine that a ten-year-old child could think so much, "This...who told you this?"

Wang Jianfei hesitated for a moment and said: "The little monk said half of it. Most of it was the child's own idea!"

"Little monk?" Wang Jianfei's mother's face changed drastically and she asked hurriedly. "Then...then what are you going to do if you don't study painting? Could it be that you want to become a monk?"

"Mother,

In this world, in addition to monks having great supernatural powers, there are many people like monks..." Wang Jianfei smiled. He knew that his mother was worried that he would not be able to get married as a monk, so he cut off the relationship with the Wang family.

Wang Jianfei's mother was puzzled and asked: "Besides being a master in a temple, is there anything better than being a great painter?"

"Monk!" Wang Jianfei said without hesitation, "Mom, there is a kind of person in this world called a monk. Monk seems to be a type of monk. In addition to monks, there are also scholars and Taoist priests!"

"My mother, the scholar, has heard of it!" Wang Jianfei's mother frowned, "But my mother, the Taoist priest, has never heard of it. But my mother knows that scholars are powerless people. They... …”

"The kid doesn't know either!" Wang Jianfei smiled bitterly, "These are what the little monk told the kid."

"Son, these are all imaginary things. Then...then...what are you going to do now?" Wang Jianfei's mother was not moved, but still talked about the reality in front of Wang Jianfei.

Wang Jianfei's eyes were firm and he replied: "Since there are monks in this world, the child will definitely be found..."

Wang Jianfei's mother smiled and said, "Okay, mother, please clean up now and let's go look for it together!"

"Mother..." Wang Jianfei immediately woke up. There were only two people in the family, and he left alone. What would his mother do? Let’s not talk about how to survive outside the mountain village. Let’s just talk about my mother being alone at home. How will she live without her son?

Alas, ideals are always ideals, and there is always an illusory side in the face of reality. For a country boy under ten years old to leave his orphaned and widowed home to practice cultivation is simply...a dream! !

Hearing this, Xiao Hua suddenly realized. He finally understood what the senior of the Buddha Sect was doing in bringing him here! However, he was still a little puzzled. Since that senior was an expert in Tantric Buddhism and had already achieved Buddhahood thousands of years ago, it would be a simple matter for him to enlighten Wang Zhengfei and lead him into Buddhism. Even if Wang Jianfei estimates that the Wang family's incense will get married and have children in the future, after all, Tantric Buddhism doesn't care about this, right? Why do you have to come here by yourself?

Thinking about it this way, Xiao Hua felt a little shuddering, because he had realized that the senior of the Buddha Sect must have known that he possessed the Taoist Cultivation Technique. The senior of the Buddha Sect respected Wang Jifei's choice and hoped that Xiao Hua would call him the Taoist Sect. The mantle was passed on to Wang Jianfei.

Since Xiao Hua has witnessed the whole incident, he also likes the extremely intelligent Wang Jianfei, especially his filial piety towards his mother. Of course, Xiao Hua seems to see a familiarity in Wang Jianfei. On this continent, or on other continents, in a village called Guozhuang, a hundred years ago, or even longer, an ignorant child saw the hope of life from oppression just like him. Hardships, thinking of resistance, and thinking of one's own future. Just for this feeling in the future, Xiao Hua is also willing to help.

Thinking of this, Xiao Hua slowly flew into the house, appeared out of thin air, and said with a smile: "Immortal Taoist, I am so polite!"

"Ah? You...who are you?" Wang Jianfei's mother looked very surprised. She pulled Wang Jianfei behind her and protected Wang Jianfei with both hands. Looking at Wang Jianfei again, he was protected by his mother. There was no surprise on his face. He looked Xiao Hua up and down with a pair of curious eyes. Before his mother could speak, he laughed in a low voice, "Mom, don't be afraid! This is a ghost." I can’t get enough of my mother.”

After saying that, Wang Jianfei actually waved his hands with disdain and said: "Go back first and tell the young monk that I'm afraid I won't have time to play chess with him today! Let him think of a few moves and don't do it all at once. Killed by me!"

"Haha..." Xiao Hua smiled, stretched out his hand, and Wang Jianfei's figure flew out from behind his mother involuntarily and landed in the air. But Wang Jianfei's mother's body could not move at all.

At this time, Wang Jianfei was stunned. He looked at himself and Xiao Hua in disbelief, and said in shock: "You... you are not a ghost??"

"Of course not!" Xiao Hua still smiled.

"A poor Taoist? A Taoist... Taoist... a poor Taoist master!" Wang Jianfei's mother was so anxious that she had forgotten the word "Taoist Master" that Wang Jianfei had just said and shouted, "If you have anything to do, please feel free to do it." Tell me, I can agree to whatever I can, but please don’t hurt my son!”

"Infinite Taoist Master!" Xiao Hua chanted the Taoist slogan, waved his hand, and Wang Jianfei fell to the ground. Wang Jianfei's mother was also able to move freely.

"Taoist Master? It's strangely tight, how can you touch me?" Wang Jianfei fell to the ground, not showing any panic, but looked at Xiao Hua with eyes like stars, "By the way, what are you looking for me for?"

Seeing that Wang Jianfei was disrespecting Xiao Hua, Wang Jianfei's mother was extremely frightened, and hurriedly smiled and said: "Taoist Master, don't care, my son is still young, you should not be as knowledgeable as him."

"It doesn't matter..." Xiao Hua said with a smile, "The poor Taoist's name is Xiao Hua, and the Taoist name is Master Xiao. I passed by here yesterday and happened to witness Wang Zhenfei painting the tiger. When the hungry tiger roared in the mountains last night, the poor Taoist also Next to him, Pindao admired Wang Jianfei's qualifications and filial piety very much. He just showed up after hearing that Wang Jianfei was interested in Tao."

"Huh??" Wang Jianfei's mother was dumbfounded, looked at Xiao Hua up and down, and whispered, "Little... little monk, you... you don't have a fever, right?"

And Wang Jianfei laughed even more, pointed at Xiao Hua and said: "Daoist Xiao, you... are you teaming up with the little monk to swindle me? You are so funny, you... you are passing by this place, you are actually You can still look at me, why don’t I see you?”

"Hehe..." Xiao Hua naturally knew that smart people like Wang Jianfei could not believe in him casually, so he smiled and said, "How can you see Pindao when you have never practiced? Come on, come on, come on, don't be afraid, Poverty. Dao wants you to wait and see what Pindao can do!"

After that, Xiao Hua waved his hand and captured both of them. His body turned into the wind and flew towards the sky outside the house...

"How is it?" Xiao Hua asked with a smile while standing a hundred feet in the air.

Wang Jianfei supported his mother and stood in the void, his eyes were shining, and he curiously looked at everything shrinking under his feet. Wang Jianfei's mother, on the other hand, turned pale and held her son's hand tightly with both hands. Don't know how to answer.

"Let's go..." Xiao Hua activated the wind escape technique again, and suddenly he rose another hundred feet, and asked again, "How?"

Wang Jianfei bit his lip, looked at his mother who had closed her eyes and said, "Tao... Taoist priest, can you be taller?"

"What's so difficult about that?" Xiao Hua laughed loudly, leading the two of them up gradually until they reached the edge of sky fire, wind and thunder and then stopped... (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to Come to Qidian () to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users please go and read).