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The bonfire vibrated and collapsed, sinking into the ground and disappearing like an island sinking into the sea.

The little knight was at a loss.

He jumped on a big tree and scanned around.

It was pitch black, and the woods at night stretched their teeth and claws like demons and ghosts.

He looked up, and there was a lone star in the ink-stained sky.

The star is like an eye. When the little knight looked at it, it also saw the little knight.

The lone star flickered.

A starlight came.

The little knight lifted the bone nail and was hit without any other movement.

There was light in front of him.

When the white light receded, the little knight returned to the Shenju.

The challenge failed.

Chapter 81 New World, New Beginning

Lu Zhengkang felt the violent shaking, like a boat floating in the middle of the stormy ocean.

He tried hard to open his eyes. Of course it was not difficult. He did it. What caught the eye was half the star and the moon and a woman's face.

Lu Zhengkang can only see her chin, but this woman has a double chin.

A man said: "Lady, right here, just put De Zhang in the pavilion, and after half a month, there will be monks and monks smearing and carrying water. You will definitely see Li'er by then." His Central Plains accent is very good. Strong, but the tone is not generous at all.

Lu Zhengkang looked at the stars for a while, felt his eyelids heavy, and closed his eyes.

The woman holding him said sadly: "This is the middle of the night, the child won't catch a cold, right?" This Wu Nong's soft words sounded a bit like singing, crisp and tactful like birds singing on spring branches.

"It's a big heat now, and it's still cool at night. Just wrap the baby tightly." The man's tone was a little hurried, "Hurry up, lady..."

Lu Zhengkang was a little tired and his sleepiness surged.

In a daze, the woman, her mother in this life, breastfeeded herself for the last time.

The luscious juice slipped into the tender intestines, engraved in the bone, is a sad memory.

After falling asleep for a long time, Lu Zhengkang was awakened by footsteps again.

When I opened my eyes, all the eyes were bright bald heads. These bulb heads could give the world ten times brighter through the faint moonlight, which is really admirable.

"Brother Kong Kong, take a look! Another child was left behind by a cruel father and mother!" An excited baritone began to talk, "If you want me to say, this world is really getting worse and worse. Officials control, at least our people in the Songshan realm can live and work in peace..."

"Okay, Ann, the monks have clean six roots, don't say more about these useless." Another monk stopped the baritone talk.

"Oh, all right, but..."

"Hey hey! Stopped! Nothing!" A clever voice came through.

"Why can't I say a few words yet!"

"Lian, why don't you practice the closed mantra!"

"How can you bear to let me not speak..."

Lu Zhengkang knew whether he could live up to the results of these monks' discussions, so he insisted on staying asleep.

The more they talked, the happier they were, the more they talked, the more lively they yelled, arguing with each other endlessly, buzzing like flies in a butcher shop in summer, and Lu Zhengkang had a headache.

Suddenly there was a thunderous shout from outside the pavilion: "What are you little donkeys talking about! Hurry up and fetch water for Lao Tzu! Before dawn, if you don't fill the kitchen water tank, you will copy all the scriptures a hundred times!"

"Oh Yo!"

"Mother!"

"It's Uncle Jueguang!"

"Sleep!"

This group of unreliable monks ran away with buckets.

Lu Zhengkang: "..."

He barely opened his eyes, but saw a black egg that was over-marinated.

"It's another hard-fated baby, oh! Forget it, follow my old bald donkey and be a little bald donkey with peace of mind!" Jueguang picked up the baby and hurried to the monastery with light work.

Lu Zhengkang heard the breeze blowing past his ears suddenly, and he seemed to be sitting on a ball, falling down together, thumping, he finally couldn't resist his sleepiness and fell asleep again.

...

Wake up again, but start a brand new life.

It is still very difficult to feed small babies. Shaolin Temple has adopted many abandoned babies, so I went to the nearby Jianchuan Town to hire several old mothers to help them take care of the children.

In order to avoid suspicion, the baby was kept in a small courtyard outside the temple, guarded by a few young monks, and some wolves, tigers and leopards were also prevented from attacking.

Lu Zhengkang is regarded as the most well-behaved child. After all, he does not cry or make trouble, and he is also cute, so he is most favored by the old mothers. These middle-aged and elderly women bring warmed cow and goat milk or boiled rice porridge. , Working in three shifts, feeding the children one by one, waiting for the poop and urine, very patient.In their view, this is a virtue and deeds, of course they still have to be paid.

Although the monks built Buddhist statues in temples and were enshrined in incense, they looked rich, but Shaolin is a Zen sect, not a pure land sect, so it is relatively poor. Secondly, the money on hand is mostly used to buy medicinal materials, renovate courtyards, and whitewash gold bodies. So these bald donkeys are very poor, and the rewards to the women are actually consecrated bracelets, hand-written scriptures and the like.

Lu Zhengkang listened to these broken-mouthed women chatting and knew that they would sell these consecrated accessories at a good price to subsidize the family.

The tourism economy really comes down the same line.

People who go to temples in later generations will inevitably buy some so-called consecrated Buddha beads. Ordinary things can be sold at ridiculously high prices. I really don’t know if it is a devout believer, or a monk who can do business, or just a wish. Hit a willing end.

...

The brains of young babies are very active and naive. Active means developmentally active, and naive is also developmentally naive.

So Lu Zhengkang spends a lot of time sleeping, occupying most of the day.

Now that there is no dream world of bugs, his dreams have become ordinary dreams, and his sleep is only for sleep.

All back to simple and ordinary days.

Sometimes he woke up in the middle of the night, and he was too hungry to sleep, just look at the moonlight leaking through the windows of the wing.

The night breeze in the mountains and forests, the rustling of the blades, and the cries of knowing, the mood of summer is completely revealed.