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The second thousand one hundred and ninety-eight chapters

"Tell me, you are old, and my mother can't worry about everything!" Wang Jingfei's mother nodded and asked, "And my mother doesn't know how to paint. You can tell me what you have any ideas. Mom will listen first! Could it be that you don't like painting anymore?"

"Mom..." Wang Jingfei said, pushing the bowl aside, stood up, and said, "Children naturally likes to paint. However, since the affairs of Mr. Wang's house yesterday, Child thinks that just painting can be useful? Even if Children becomes a great painter in Pingxi City, just like his father, no... he can't control his own destiny?"

Speaking of this, Wang Jingfei took a peek at the inner room. Although his mother never told her father how he passed away, she also knew some of the past from the villagers. Her father was probably as straightforward as she was, because she offended the powerful because of some things?

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

Wang Jingfei didn't know what his mother was thinking, so he hurriedly explained: "My mother may not know the details, right?"

After Wang Jingfei made the story clear, he said again: "Mom, look, when facing a rich man in a countryside, when the child resisted a little, they took his mother over and threw it into a dog cage. How could he regard human life as life? In the end, even if the child fought hard and won the bet, the child still had to surrender. If the child did not surrender, even if they didn't say anything about today's affairs, they would inevitably make things difficult for us in the future. We... were fish!"

"And. Yesterday's incident, if it weren't for the kind-hearted Miss Wang family, not only would the portrait be unsuccessful, but the child's life... was so dangerous!"

"It feels really bad to hold your life in the hands of others!" Wang Jingfei said seriously, "From this matter, the child has already seen that even if he becomes the best painter in Pingxi City, even if he becomes the most famous painter in the entire Buddhist country, he is still a toy for others. If others ask him to draw, he has to draw whatever others ask him to draw. What does it mean for others not let him draw, and what does it mean for such a great painter? Just like today. The child has painted well. The Wang family praised a ingot of gold. He praised a few words, saying that he is talented and a useful person. After he can't help, others will give more gold and praise. Even if he says that he is the best painter from ancient times to the present, what's the use? If fate is not in his own hands, it will be a waste!"

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

Wang Jingfei hesitated for a moment and said, "Xiao Baner said it by the little monk, most of it was what the child thought of it himself!"

"Little monk?" Wang Jingfei's mother's face changed drastically, and she asked hurriedly, "Then...what do you want to do if you don't learn to draw? Could it be that you want to become a monk?"

"Mom, in addition to the monk's supernatural powers, there are many people in this world like monks..." Wang Jingfei smiled. He knew that his mother was worried that she would not be able to marry after becoming a monk, so she cut off the incense of the Wang family.

Wang Jingfei's mother was puzzled and asked, "What else is better than being a great painter in this world than being a master in the temple?"

"Cultivator!" Wang Jingfei said without hesitation, "Mother, there is a kind of person in this world called a monk. Monks seem to be a kind of monk. In addition to monks, there are scholars and Taoists!"

"I have heard of the scholar's mother!" Wang Jingfei's mother was frowning, "But the Taoist mother had never heard of it. But my mother knew that scholars were all people who were powerless, they..."

"I don't know either!" Wang Jingfei smiled bitterly, "These are all told by the little monk to the child."

"Son, this is all a boundless thing, then... what do you... do now?" Wang Jingfei's mother was not moved, and she still talked about reality in front of Wang Jingfei.

Wang Jingfei's eyes were firm and replied: "Since there are monks in this world, the child will definitely find it..."

Wang Jingfei's mother smiled and said, "Okay, mom, let's clean up now and let's go find it together!"

"Mom..." Wang Jingfei immediately woke up. There were only two people in the family. After leaving by himself, what should mother do? Not to mention how she survived after leaving the mountain village, but only said that her mother was alone at home, how could she live without her son?

Alas, ideals are always ideals, and there is always an illusory side in the face of reality. A rural child under ten years old wants to leave the home of an orphan and widow to practice, it is simply... a dream!!

After hearing this, Xiao Hua suddenly realized that he finally understood what the senior of the Buddha Sect was trying to lead him here! However, he was still a little puzzled. Since that senior was a master of Tantric Buddhism and had already attained Buddhahood ten thousand years ago, it would be a slight effort for him to enlighten Wang Jingfei and lead him into Buddhism. Even if Wang Jingfei guessed that the incense of the Wang family would get married and have children in the future, Tantric Buddhism would not care about this? Why did he have to come here by himself?

Thinking of this, Xiao Hua felt a little chilling because he had realized that he had the Taoist sect's skills. The senior of the Buddhist sect must have known that the senior of the Buddhist sect respected Wang Jingfei's choice and hoped that Xiao Hua would teach the Taoist sect's robe and bowl to Wang Jingfei.

Since Xiao Hua has witnessed the whole story of this incident, he also liked Wang Jingfei, who was extremely intelligent, especially his filial piety to his mother, he was moved by him. Of course, from Wang Jingfei, Xiao Hua seemed to see a familiar shadow. On this continent, or on other continents, in a village called Guozhuang, a hundred years ago, or even longer, a ignorant child saw the hardships of life like him, thought of resistance, and thought of his future. Xiao Hua was willing to help with this feeling of the future alone.

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

"Ah? You... who are you?" Wang Jingfei's mother seemed very surprised. She pulled Wang Jingfei behind her back and protected Wang Jingfei with both hands and said anxiously. Looking at Wang Jingfei again, she was protected by her mother, and there was no surprise on her face. Her curious eyes looked at Xiao Hua up and down, and without waiting for her mother to speak, she laughed in a low voice, "Mom, I'm not afraid! This is a ghost and wild ghost that can't hurt her mother."

After saying that, Wang Jingfei waved his hand disdainfully and said, "You go back first and tell the little monk that I am afraid I don't have time to play chess with him today! Let him think about a few tricks and don't be killed by me all at once!"

"Haha..." Xiao Hua smiled and stretched out his hand. Wang Jingfei's figure couldn't help but fly out from behind his mother and landed in the air. Wang Jingfei's mother's body could not move at all.

At this time, Wang Jingfei was stunned. He looked at himself almost incredible, and looked at Xiao Hua again, and said in shock: "You... aren't you a ghost?"

"Of course I'm not!" Xiao Hua still smiled.

"I? Dao... Dao... Master!" Wang Jingfei's mother was very anxious. She had forgotten the word "Tao Master" that Wang Jingfei had just said, and shouted, "If you have anything to do, you can tell me. Anyone who can agree can agree. Don't hurt my son!"

"The Master of Wuliang Dao!" Xiao Hua recited the slogan and waved his hand. Wang Jingfei landed on the ground. Wang Jingfei's mother could move freely.

"Master Taoist? It's so tight. How could you touch me?" Wang Jingfei fell to the ground, not panic. His eyes were like stars and looked at Xiao Hua very strangely, "By the way, what are you asking me for?"

Seeing that Wang Jingfei was disrespectful to Xiao Hua, Wang Jingfei's mother was extremely scared and hurriedly smiled and said, "Master, don't care, my son is still young, don't be as good as him."

"It's okay..." Xiao Hua said with a smile, "I am named Xiao Hua and the Taoist name is Xiao Zhenren. I passed by here yesterday and happened to witness Wang Jingfei's passing by. When the hungry tiger roared in the mountains last night, I was also beside me. I admire Wang Jingfei's qualifications and filial piety. I just heard Wang Jingfei bent on the Tao again, and then I appeared."

"Ah?" Wang Jingfei's mother was stunned. She looked up and down at Xiao Hua and whispered, "Little... Little Monk, you... don't you have a fever, right?"

Wang Jingfei laughed even more and pointed at Xiao Hua with his fingers and said, "Master Xiao, are you... you... you came to swim me together with the little monk? You are so funny, you... you are still passing by here, and you can still look at me from the side, why didn't I see you?"

"Hehe..." Xiao Hua naturally knew that a smart person like Wang Jingfei could not believe him casually, and smiled and said, "How can you see me if you have never practiced? Come, come, come, don't be afraid, I will let you wait and see my methods!"

After saying that, Xiao Hua waved his hand and shot both of them, his figure turned into a wind and flew towards the high altitude outside the house...

"How?" Xiao Hua asked with a smile, standing a hundred feet high.

Wang Jingfei held his mother and stood in the void, with his eyes emitting light, looking curiously at everything shrinking under his feet. Wang Jingfei's mother was pale and tightly holding his son's hand with her hands, not knowing how to answer.

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

Wang Jingfei bit his lip and looked at his mother who had closed her eyes and said, "Tao...Master, can he be taller?"
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