Chapter 3 [002] Being Hit on the Head by a Mud Bodhisattva (2)

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"Book of Changes", "Physical Techniques", "Liu Ren Class", "Five Elements Photographic Book", "Tui Bei Tu", "Yuan Tiangang's Song on Bone", "Fa Xiang Shu", "Ma Yi Xiang Fa", "Bing Jian", "Liu Zhuang Xiang Fa", "On" "Bone Balance", "Tai Qing Shen Jian", "Tai Yi Zhao Nerve", "The Story of the Moon Wave Cave", "Jade Guan Zhao Shen Ju"...

For these book titles, Yang Zimei, who had been a magician in the previous life, is no stranger to them. She knows that they are all books on physiognomy. However, these books are really extensive and profound to her, and she never thought about reading them.

creak!

The door opened, and the old Taoist priest and the anxious grandma walked in.

As soon as grandma saw her open her eyes, she hurried over and took her hand, "Niuniu, does your head still hurt?"

Yang Zimei reached out and touched his forehead.

There was a white cloth wrapped around his forehead, and he was still in pain. He remembered that he was hit on the forehead by the jade bottle on the mud bodhisattva before he passed out.

I am really unlucky. If I pay homage to the Bodhisattva and kowtow, I will fail. Even if I am reborn, my life is still full of cups!

"Grandma, it doesn't hurt anymore, don't worry."

She smiled lightly at her grandmother, and said casually, "Maybe the Bodhisattva blamed me for not being religious enough, so he hit me on the forehead."

When she said this, grandma turned pale in shock, hurriedly put her palms together, closed her eyes and prayed, "Good luck, please forgive Niuniu for her innocent words, she is unintentional, if you want to blame, blame me. , I am willing to replace all her sins for her."

Hearing grandma's prayer, Yang Zimei's heart was filled with a warm current of moving.

This is her grandma, the grandma she loves, how can she bear to leave her after a year?

Do not!

Absolutely not!

Her eyes turned to the old Taoist priest beside her.

The old Taoist priest looked at her thoughtfully with his glass-like pupils, unable to hide his surprise. She was obviously a five-year-old girl, but her eyes were mature and sad. He asked her about her birthday just now, thinking Infer her numerology, but found that everything is messy, and it is impossible to calculate anything at all, as if her future destiny is like chaos waiting to be developed. grid.

Also, the bodhisattva clay body sculpting he checked yesterday, and there was no damage at all, so why did it hit her on the head? Moreover, the jade bottle disappeared miraculously, the mud Bodhisattva was gone, and there were not even any fragments on the ground, as if it had disappeared out of thin air.

He lived to be 113 years old, and he had never seen such an inexplicable phenomenon.

What's the matter with this girl?

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"This old lady, Pindao wants to discuss something with you."

Grandma is a devout believer, so the old Taoist priest is equal to the old god in her mind. When she heard something, she hurriedly replied, "Old god, please say something."

"Your granddaughter is very talented, and the poor Taoist likes her very much. I want to accept her as a disciple and inherit my Taoist tradition. I wonder if the old lady agrees?" The old Taoist looked at his grandmother earnestly.

The old Taoist wants to accept himself as a disciple?

Yang Zimei was stunned and blurted out, "I don't want to be a Taoist nun!"

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerate, there is a truth in his heart, there is no need to care about identity, Pindao has been looking for a suitable inheritor, I hope you can accept it." The old Taoist looked at Yang Zimei and said.

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