Chapter 166
Getting Married
Chapter 166 Getting Married
After hearing He Miao's words, Song Zishu couldn't laugh or cry, and after a long time, he managed to squeeze out an ugly smile.
He felt that he seemed to be tricked by He Miao, and joined an evil sect.Moreover, there are almost no survivors from this sect, so he has to worry about his own life in the future.
He wanted to know, would it be too late for him to withdraw now?
He Miao seemed to have seen his thoughts, and said coldly: "Anyone who intends to betray the teacher will be killed without mercy."
After finishing speaking, he pressed his mahogany sword heavily on the ground, and the mahogany sword plunged into the ground immediately, He Miao looked at Song Zishu sideways.
It's too late to escape now.
Song Zishu's mouth twitched, and he shrank his neck.
He Miao smiled and said: "It is a great joy to be a teacher today, but unfortunately I have nothing to give you."
She didn't have many things, not to mention that these things might not be suitable for Song Zishu, and they might not be able to use them if they were given to him.
How dare Song Zishu ask for anything.
He Miao rolled his eyeballs, thought about it, and said, "Why don't I give you a Dharma name?"
After all, the first step for her to enter the school was when her master gave her the name He Miao.
Song Zishu looked at He Miao excitedly.It is a very good thing for the master to give the name.
He Miao thought hard, but couldn't think of a good name. After all, the name Song Zishu itself was pretty good.
Seeing Song Zishu looking forward to him, He Miao struggled for a long time before saying calmly:
"Your surname is Song, and you are the second child under my name, so let's call it Song Er."
Song Zishu raised his forehead, what exactly was he expecting, he shouldn't believe her.
He Miao doesn't care either, children don't understand, and a cheap name is easy to support.
It rained for a long time outside, He Miao took out fresh pancakes from the wooden hairpin.Yes, she replenished the supplies.
It is still a long-lasting and filling pancake.
Using the faint flames, He Miao baked the pancake until it was charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and handed Song Zishu a piece.
He still didn't forget to pack the ticket and said: "Since you have become my apprentice, you don't have to pay IOUs in the future, and you won't be hungry."
Song Zishu ate pancakes in the cave with He Miao, not very optimistic about his future.
After dinner, He Miao meditated and practiced on her own. As for Song Zishu, she had to teach him from the beginning, leaving him alone.
Song Zishu also obediently rested aside.
In the afternoon, it rained for most of the day, from pouring to pattering.
He Miao himself was consolidating his foundation. When he was fighting the Peach Blossom Essence, he had consumed a lot of spiritual energy.
Now that the sky is raining, of course one can take the opportunity to practice.
When she opened her eyes, she saw Song Zishu leaning against the cave and falling asleep.He Miao saw that the rain had stopped outside, and remembered the little donkey at the foot of the mountain.
Going forward, he tapped Song Zishu's body with the mahogany sword.
"Hey, it's time to go."
Song Zishu didn't respond.
He Miao knocked harder, but there was still no response.When he touched it with his hands, Song Zishu's forehead was hot.
He Miao understood now, this unlucky child caught cold after being exposed to the rain, he had a fever.
Immediately, she took out the bottle of Qinglingsan, opened his mouth, and fed him one.
Qing Ling San is her teacher's elixir, it can cure all kinds of poisons in the world, a small cold should be fine.
That night, Song Zishu was in a daze with a fever, and in a trance, he even called "Mother~" a few times
He Miao didn't gather up his clothes until his forehead was no longer hot when he touched it, hugged the mahogany sword, and fell into a deep sleep.
Tonight, I had a rather weird dream.
A woman in a red wedding dress, with her back to the two, couldn't see her face clearly, was sitting in the cave, busy taking a selfie in the mirror and applying rouge.
The surroundings are also brightly red, decorated with lanterns and festoons, and hung with red silk cloth. It is extremely festive, as if someone is getting married.
He Miao saw that he was still in the cave, holding a mahogany sword in his hand, and Song Zishu was closely following him.
The woman saw He Miao and Song Zishu in the mirror, and said angrily, "What are you doing here? It's a waste of my place."
Song Zishu asked curiously, "Are you getting married?"
"of course."
The woman's tone was quite proud, and she supported the jewelry hairpin on her head.
"We've come to congratulate you."
He Miao didn't want to cause more trouble, so he just smiled.
In life, there is nothing wrong with saying more good things.
The woman was really happy when she heard this, and no longer embarrassed the two of them.
Just as He Miao was about to say something, Zhu Di heard some noises outside, one after another.
He Miao suddenly opened his eyes, and saw that he was still in the cave, and the mahogany sword was also in his arms.
Song Zishu also opened his eyes and looked at He Miao with a blank expression on his face.
He Miao stepped forward and touched his forehead, the forehead was no longer hot, it seemed that the fever had subsided.
"Just now, I had a dream..." Song Zishu said.
"A woman in red?"
A little bit of strangeness flashed in He Miao's eyes.
"Ah, you too..."
Song Zishu opened his mouth wide, pointed at He Miao, and was so shocked that he couldn't speak.
Just as He Miao was about to say something, outside, the knocking sounded again and again.This voice is not a dream?
The two looked out of the cave at the same time.
"Walk."
He Miao picked up the mahogany sword and went out, she wanted to see what was so weird.
Song Zishu followed closely behind.
It was not yet bright outside, and the fog in the mountains was like light smoke, covering the entire green hill.From time to time, there were a few crisp bird calls.
Faintly, there was a person standing outside the cave, beating something.
He Miao walked in and saw a monk with a scarlet head, wearing a tattered tea-brown monk uniform.
Probably because it rained all day yesterday, the monk's trouser legs and shoes were covered with mud.
He has a slim figure and a wrinkled face. Judging by his age, he must be in his 50s or [-]s. He keeps beating wooden fish in his hands.
Seeing He Miao and the two of them, the wooden fish paused, then knocked again.
He Miao saw that he was chanting sutras, probably some supernatural sutras, so he just waited quietly at the side.
Song Zishu looked at the monk curiously, wanting him to give them an explanation.
The monk was still reading his scriptures without looking sideways.
After waiting for a long time, finally, the monk knocked more and more slowly. After a long time, he finally stopped.
Only facing He Miao and the two of them respectfully put their hands together.
"Master Monk, do you know who that woman in the cave is?" Song Zishu asked eagerly.
"It seems that the two benefactors have met."
The monk didn't seem surprised, but his face was flat.
"Also ask the master to make it clear."
He Miao only spoke lightly.
The monk looked at the cave with calm eyes, and spoke in a flat tone.
"32 years ago, there lived a young man here. Both his parents died young and his family was poor. He made a living by chopping firewood."
"There is a girl in the same village who has been sick since she was a child, and her family is a little richer, so she can be regarded as pampered. The two see each other right."
"It's a pity that the woman's family disliked the young man's poor family background, so they got her engaged to another nearby family."
"The woman was anxious and angry. Her body was weak. She fell ill and died within a few days."
When He Miao heard this, he already knew it in his heart.
Song Zishu didn't understand what he heard, and asked, "Master Monk, why did that girl say she was going to marry?"
Just as he was speaking, the sound of gongs and drums came from the mountains, echoing in the empty mountains.
The mountain roads are rugged and the mountains are full of fog. It's hard to see where it came from.
The monk turned and left after clasping his hands together at the two of them.
"Hey, master monk, you haven't told me yet?"
Song Zishu asked curiously, "Where is that young man going? Is the woman in red going to marry him?"
In the mountains, only Song Zishu's questioning voice echoed.
Thank you for your recommendations and monthly tickets~
The story of the woman in red is a country tale I heard when I was a child. I didn’t expect it, but I still remember it now.
(End of this chapter)
After hearing He Miao's words, Song Zishu couldn't laugh or cry, and after a long time, he managed to squeeze out an ugly smile.
He felt that he seemed to be tricked by He Miao, and joined an evil sect.Moreover, there are almost no survivors from this sect, so he has to worry about his own life in the future.
He wanted to know, would it be too late for him to withdraw now?
He Miao seemed to have seen his thoughts, and said coldly: "Anyone who intends to betray the teacher will be killed without mercy."
After finishing speaking, he pressed his mahogany sword heavily on the ground, and the mahogany sword plunged into the ground immediately, He Miao looked at Song Zishu sideways.
It's too late to escape now.
Song Zishu's mouth twitched, and he shrank his neck.
He Miao smiled and said: "It is a great joy to be a teacher today, but unfortunately I have nothing to give you."
She didn't have many things, not to mention that these things might not be suitable for Song Zishu, and they might not be able to use them if they were given to him.
How dare Song Zishu ask for anything.
He Miao rolled his eyeballs, thought about it, and said, "Why don't I give you a Dharma name?"
After all, the first step for her to enter the school was when her master gave her the name He Miao.
Song Zishu looked at He Miao excitedly.It is a very good thing for the master to give the name.
He Miao thought hard, but couldn't think of a good name. After all, the name Song Zishu itself was pretty good.
Seeing Song Zishu looking forward to him, He Miao struggled for a long time before saying calmly:
"Your surname is Song, and you are the second child under my name, so let's call it Song Er."
Song Zishu raised his forehead, what exactly was he expecting, he shouldn't believe her.
He Miao doesn't care either, children don't understand, and a cheap name is easy to support.
It rained for a long time outside, He Miao took out fresh pancakes from the wooden hairpin.Yes, she replenished the supplies.
It is still a long-lasting and filling pancake.
Using the faint flames, He Miao baked the pancake until it was charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and handed Song Zishu a piece.
He still didn't forget to pack the ticket and said: "Since you have become my apprentice, you don't have to pay IOUs in the future, and you won't be hungry."
Song Zishu ate pancakes in the cave with He Miao, not very optimistic about his future.
After dinner, He Miao meditated and practiced on her own. As for Song Zishu, she had to teach him from the beginning, leaving him alone.
Song Zishu also obediently rested aside.
In the afternoon, it rained for most of the day, from pouring to pattering.
He Miao himself was consolidating his foundation. When he was fighting the Peach Blossom Essence, he had consumed a lot of spiritual energy.
Now that the sky is raining, of course one can take the opportunity to practice.
When she opened her eyes, she saw Song Zishu leaning against the cave and falling asleep.He Miao saw that the rain had stopped outside, and remembered the little donkey at the foot of the mountain.
Going forward, he tapped Song Zishu's body with the mahogany sword.
"Hey, it's time to go."
Song Zishu didn't respond.
He Miao knocked harder, but there was still no response.When he touched it with his hands, Song Zishu's forehead was hot.
He Miao understood now, this unlucky child caught cold after being exposed to the rain, he had a fever.
Immediately, she took out the bottle of Qinglingsan, opened his mouth, and fed him one.
Qing Ling San is her teacher's elixir, it can cure all kinds of poisons in the world, a small cold should be fine.
That night, Song Zishu was in a daze with a fever, and in a trance, he even called "Mother~" a few times
He Miao didn't gather up his clothes until his forehead was no longer hot when he touched it, hugged the mahogany sword, and fell into a deep sleep.
Tonight, I had a rather weird dream.
A woman in a red wedding dress, with her back to the two, couldn't see her face clearly, was sitting in the cave, busy taking a selfie in the mirror and applying rouge.
The surroundings are also brightly red, decorated with lanterns and festoons, and hung with red silk cloth. It is extremely festive, as if someone is getting married.
He Miao saw that he was still in the cave, holding a mahogany sword in his hand, and Song Zishu was closely following him.
The woman saw He Miao and Song Zishu in the mirror, and said angrily, "What are you doing here? It's a waste of my place."
Song Zishu asked curiously, "Are you getting married?"
"of course."
The woman's tone was quite proud, and she supported the jewelry hairpin on her head.
"We've come to congratulate you."
He Miao didn't want to cause more trouble, so he just smiled.
In life, there is nothing wrong with saying more good things.
The woman was really happy when she heard this, and no longer embarrassed the two of them.
Just as He Miao was about to say something, Zhu Di heard some noises outside, one after another.
He Miao suddenly opened his eyes, and saw that he was still in the cave, and the mahogany sword was also in his arms.
Song Zishu also opened his eyes and looked at He Miao with a blank expression on his face.
He Miao stepped forward and touched his forehead, the forehead was no longer hot, it seemed that the fever had subsided.
"Just now, I had a dream..." Song Zishu said.
"A woman in red?"
A little bit of strangeness flashed in He Miao's eyes.
"Ah, you too..."
Song Zishu opened his mouth wide, pointed at He Miao, and was so shocked that he couldn't speak.
Just as He Miao was about to say something, outside, the knocking sounded again and again.This voice is not a dream?
The two looked out of the cave at the same time.
"Walk."
He Miao picked up the mahogany sword and went out, she wanted to see what was so weird.
Song Zishu followed closely behind.
It was not yet bright outside, and the fog in the mountains was like light smoke, covering the entire green hill.From time to time, there were a few crisp bird calls.
Faintly, there was a person standing outside the cave, beating something.
He Miao walked in and saw a monk with a scarlet head, wearing a tattered tea-brown monk uniform.
Probably because it rained all day yesterday, the monk's trouser legs and shoes were covered with mud.
He has a slim figure and a wrinkled face. Judging by his age, he must be in his 50s or [-]s. He keeps beating wooden fish in his hands.
Seeing He Miao and the two of them, the wooden fish paused, then knocked again.
He Miao saw that he was chanting sutras, probably some supernatural sutras, so he just waited quietly at the side.
Song Zishu looked at the monk curiously, wanting him to give them an explanation.
The monk was still reading his scriptures without looking sideways.
After waiting for a long time, finally, the monk knocked more and more slowly. After a long time, he finally stopped.
Only facing He Miao and the two of them respectfully put their hands together.
"Master Monk, do you know who that woman in the cave is?" Song Zishu asked eagerly.
"It seems that the two benefactors have met."
The monk didn't seem surprised, but his face was flat.
"Also ask the master to make it clear."
He Miao only spoke lightly.
The monk looked at the cave with calm eyes, and spoke in a flat tone.
"32 years ago, there lived a young man here. Both his parents died young and his family was poor. He made a living by chopping firewood."
"There is a girl in the same village who has been sick since she was a child, and her family is a little richer, so she can be regarded as pampered. The two see each other right."
"It's a pity that the woman's family disliked the young man's poor family background, so they got her engaged to another nearby family."
"The woman was anxious and angry. Her body was weak. She fell ill and died within a few days."
When He Miao heard this, he already knew it in his heart.
Song Zishu didn't understand what he heard, and asked, "Master Monk, why did that girl say she was going to marry?"
Just as he was speaking, the sound of gongs and drums came from the mountains, echoing in the empty mountains.
The mountain roads are rugged and the mountains are full of fog. It's hard to see where it came from.
The monk turned and left after clasping his hands together at the two of them.
"Hey, master monk, you haven't told me yet?"
Song Zishu asked curiously, "Where is that young man going? Is the woman in red going to marry him?"
In the mountains, only Song Zishu's questioning voice echoed.
Thank you for your recommendations and monthly tickets~
The story of the woman in red is a country tale I heard when I was a child. I didn’t expect it, but I still remember it now.
(End of this chapter)