Journey of mountains and seas, temple of reincarnation.

In the huge Hall of Reincarnation, a fierce young man with a green dragon on the left and a white tiger on the right sat on the ground, closed his eyes, and stumbled and recited the 3,000-word Reincarnation Sutra.

The sound of recitation and reading rushed straight to the top of the hall, making this place seem to be an ancient private school, full of readers, not listening to the spring and autumn sounds outside the window.

Of course, some people felt that the surroundings were too noisy, so they went offline directly, downloaded the full version of the reincarnation sutra from the post bar, and carried it at home alone.

In school, in the company, Starbucks, and even in some shady and quiet alleys, one unlucky bastard after another is reciting the Sutra of Reincarnation.

An aunt passing by led her grandson to walk by Huang Mao, who was reciting the Reincarnation Sutra, and bowed her head to her grandson and taught: "Look, let you read if you don't read, you must even be a hooligan this year to have culture, you know?"

"Uh-huh~"

Huang Mao glanced at the aunt and turned to leave.

At that time, the chairman of the Women's Federation, who was hacked to death by hanging and bombing the sky, also came to the Hall of Reincarnation.

In the distance, he saw the girl who seemed to have ADHD.

"An An

~" An An, who heard the voice, turned his head and beckoned enthusiastically: "Big brother, I'm here~"

Looking at An An's smile, the chairman of the Women's Federation once again sighed how there could be such a pure smile in this world, the kind of innocent smile that did not stain the slightest bit of fireworks, which actually made him, a young man who had been beaten by society for several years, feel a long-lost tranquility.

He fell directly and evolved into a dog-licking beast.

An

An chuckled: "Yes, my mother taught me for a long time last night, and I can memorize it

~" Hearing this, the president of the Women's Federation wondered: "Since you can carry it, why don't you carry it?" "

Ah, my mother said to thank the big brother who planned it, so I will worship his stone statue here~"

An An said as he turned to face the stone statue in the center of the Hall of Reincarnation, clasped his hands together, followed the way his mother taught him, and solemnly bowed down to the stone statue.

Looking

at the simple girl in front of her, the chairman of the Women's Federation did not speak.

You are electricity, you are light, you do everything right~

......

Huaxia, mountain city.

Around ten o'clock in the morning.

At the entrance of a middle school, in front of a shabby but clean bun stall, a tired-looking Liu Qinghua was lying on a table next to her to rest.

The job of selling buns has to get up early in the morning, and Liu Qinghua basically gets up at four o'clock, and has been busy until now.

For many people who sell buns, they will basically go home to rest after buying buns, but Liu Qinghua does not.

After selling the buns in the morning, she makes pancakes and finger cakes in the afternoon and evening.

For several years, she slept only four hours a day.

She is very tired, so she will seize any leisure time that is not with her daughter to rest more.

On the one hand, Liu Qinghua wants to make more money, thinking of taking her daughter to see in big hospitals in big cities, and even to foreign countries where medical treatment is more developed.

On the one hand, she was worried that she was tired and had no one to take care of An An.

Although the doctors in the county and city said that An An could not be cured, Liu Qinghua was unwilling, she did not expect An An to be cured, she only hoped that she could get up and walk before she passed away, and be able to take care of her basic life.

This kind of thinking made her get up early and work greedily, constantly saving money.

On the endless street, the Buddha Wang Chen appeared under a tree, and strangely, there were people constantly passing by, but it was as if he couldn't see him.

"This Huaxia aura has really dried up to the extreme, no matter how many times, it is still so uncomfortable.

After muttering a word, the eyes that stared at Liu Qinghua began to flicker with inexplicable light.

......

"Liu Qinghua, Liu Qinghua, Liu Qinghua..." Liu Qinghua

, who was sleeping and confused, suddenly heard someone calling herself, and the sound was far and near, like a 3D surround sound effect, which made her gradually wake up and raise her head.

"The meat buns and vegetable buns are sold out, and only bean paste, cream, ham, brown sugar steamed buns are left... Huh?" Before

the subconscious words were finished, Liu Qinghua completely woke up, only because she found that she was not in the booth at the moment, but above a white cloud.

In front of him stood a young man covered in starlight.

Wang Chen, who used the Yuanshen to use the means of dreaming, saw Liu Qinghua wake up, the corners of his mouth smiled, and when he was about to speak, he saw Liu Qinghua slap his thigh and cry urgently.

"Oh, why is my bun stall gone!"

The smile at the corner of Wang Chen's mouth changed and twitched slightly.

"Ahem, Liu Qinghua, your bun stall is still there, don't worry.

Liu Qinghua, who heard this, breathed a sigh of relief, and it was at this time that she suddenly realized the strange scene in front of her and looked at Wang Chen with wide eyes.

"You, you... You..."

"I am the Northern King of the Stars-kun. Wang Chen casually pulled a name for himself.

"Beiwang Xingjun?"

For Liu Qinghua, she only knew about Buddha, Guanyin Bodhisattva, Jade Emperor, Taishang Laojun, Bull Demon King, Iron Fan Princess, Mountain Patrol Little Whirlwind and so on.

Beiwang Xingjun, she really hasn't heard of it.

Wang Chen: "When I was practicing last night, I sensed your devotion, which manifested in your dreams at this moment and helped you get through the difficulties.

Upon hearing this, Liu Qinghua's thoughts suddenly appeared, and An An's face appeared in her mind.

She knelt directly on the ground, constantly kowtowing with a crying voice: "Xingjun is on top, please save my An'an, please, as long as you can save her, let me do anything!

"There is no need for this, I will naturally come here to relieve you of your troubles, and I know about your daughter, and there is a cure.

"After returning home, I carved the divine law with a hundred years of old wood, offered incense, and after seven days, I put it outside the house at midnight, no matter what the weather, and then I asked the statue to return in the morning, recited the reincarnation sutra, and after nine prayers, I will get three drops of divine water, which can survive the suffering of your daughter."

"Remember, God has been honored, do not preach it..." The

voice faded away.

Liu Qinghua, who was lying on the table, opened her eyes, and the sound of traffic was noisy in her ears.

Liu Qinghua looked at the distance blankly, without the slightest focus in her eyes.

"Dream?"

Liu Qinghua thought like this is normal.

For most people who pray to God and worship Buddha, if there is a manifestation of God, they will also feel unreal and think that it is illusory.

Some people say that people who pray to God and worship Buddha do not really believe that there is God in this world, and chanting sutras is just a way of self-comfort.

Liu Qinghua shook her head, she herself often dreamed.

An An recovered in the dream.

She thought that this time it was also a dream, but the things she dreamed of were different, but the core idea was to hope for a safe recovery, which is called thinking about the day and dreaming at night.

At this moment, Liu Qinghua, who lowered her head and wanted to do something, was stunned, and her eyes fell on the small wooden stool under her butt.

This little wooden stool is a little old, and she used to sit it when she was a child, until now.

The next moment, Liu Qinghua seemed to be in the evil spirit, picked up a small wooden stool with one hand, grabbed a small knife with the other, and began to carve it like this.

With the fall of wood chips, a wooden statue that is not very delicate, but very charming, gradually reveals its silhouette.

When the wood chips stopped falling, Liu Qinghua stared at the wooden statue in her hand in disbelief.

Gradually, an unprecedented light appeared in her eyes.

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