RNP Chapter 131 Little Carp
Chapter 131 Little Carp
People around came over to greet the old Taoist priest. From this situation, it seems that this cheap master is very popular.
When the fishmonger heard that the old Taoist wanted to buy the carp, he immediately responded: "Old Taoist, if you like this fish, just take it. Last time my wife was bitten by a poisonous snake in the mountains. If I hadn't met you, I would be single now."
As he said this, he was about to put the fish in the bag for the old Taoist priest.
The old Taoist priest smiled calmly and said, "It's just a small matter, not worth mentioning. You still have to pay me. After all, you have earned your money through hard work. Don't refuse it."
Calculating the time, your wife will soon give birth, so I'll give you this money, take it back and take good care of your wife."
The vendor, who was about to refuse, was also persuaded by these words. He smiled and said, "Then I will accept it shamelessly. When my wife gives birth, you must come to celebrate the full moon."
"Of course, of course." After saying goodbye to the people in the town, the old Taoist priest took Jiang Jiao back to the mountain gate.
The old Taoist priest asked Jiang Jiao to put the little carp in the lotus pond in the yard. Jiang Jiao took out a steamed bun from her backpack, broke it open, and fed some of the steamed bun crumbs to the little fat carp.
Then I went to have dinner and sleep. This body is still a child, and I have walked such a long way up and down the mountain today, and now I am tired.
So I didn't see the golden light emitted by the little carp in the pond.
This is the backyard, surrounded by some purple bamboos. The lotus pond is also full of running water, not very big, but big enough for the little carp to move around.
Since the little carp was brought back, it immediately dived into the water, quietly absorbing the spiritual energy to regulate its body, and had no intention of coming out.
But the aroma of the broken steamed buns kept wafting over.
The little carp couldn't resist the temptation, swam to the surface of the water and swallowed a piece of steamed bun crumbs in one gulp.
Chew~chew~ah, what on earth is it made of, chew~chew~how can it be, chew~chew~so delicious.
The little carp ate the rice in big mouthfuls while shaking its body and tail. Mmm~ Such delicious food. I am happy again.
After eating it, I felt that the injuries caused by the lightning were much better.
The little carp had been practicing for a thousand years and was only one step away from transcending the tribulation and ascending to heaven, but he did not expect that he would not be able to do so this time. He was also struck half to death by lightning.
It fell into the lake and was picked up by the fisherman. If it weren't for the old Taoist priest and the little girl today, it would probably have been eaten.
The little carp secretly vowed to repay the favor.
The next morning, Jiang Jiao was awakened by a series of noises while still asleep. She looked up and saw that it was still dark, and was just about to take a nap.
The door creaked open.
"Hey, are you still sleeping? Why can't you get up? Hurry up, I'm just waiting for you. Get up quickly." Then the owner of the voice dug Jiang Jiao out of the quilt.
Jiang Jiao woke up with a start, and saw a young boy with a stern look on his face standing by the bed. He picked her up and started to put clothes on her.
He kept nagging: "Look at you, how many times have I had to help you get dressed like an old nanny? Humph, only I, your eighty-fifth senior brother, can be so kind to you. Now get dressed, why don't you hurry up and follow me."
There were a dozen or so disciples scattered outside the door. Jiang Jiao followed them in a daze for a long time before she realized that these disciples went to the top of the mountain every day to absorb the first rays of sunlight in the morning.
It is also called purple qi.
Excluding those disciples who went down the mountain to start their own families and lives, there are now sixteen disciples left in the entire Taoist temple.
The one who came to wake Jiang Jiao up was the eighty-fifth disciple accepted by the old Taoist priest.
After absorbing the first ray of purple energy, we returned to the temple to start morning lessons. Then we had breakfast, because most people in the temple were not talented.
Usually they only learn some simple talismans, formations, and medical skills. As for the advanced ones, they don't have the qualifications and can't learn them.
The old Taoist priest has accepted so many disciples, but the one with the best talent is the original owner, who has both earth and wood spiritual roots.
The original owner was Brother 85, who had a very strange spiritual root, a Yin spiritual root. After practicing, his sense of existence would gradually decrease.
After Jiang Jiao learned about it, she exclaimed that it was amazing, and this was a must-have for the King of Gou.
It's a pity that the purity of his spiritual roots is not very high. Compared with those true geniuses, it is not worth mentioning.
After the training, Jiang Jiao wanted to go see the little carp. After all, it was a mandatory plot. Maybe the little carp had something special?
And who created this secret realm, and what is it used for? Master and Junior Brother don't know where it is either. Forget it, let's just take it one step at a time.
Arriving at the lotus pond in the backyard, the little carp sensed a familiar figure approaching and emerged from the water.
Jiang Jiao looked at the little carp swimming over, blowing bubbles leisurely. It even performed a fish leap over the dragon gate. She felt the kindness shown by the little carp.
Jiang Jiao took out some cakes that she thought were delicious, broke them into pieces and fed them to the little carp.
As the little carp ate, the golden light on its body grew brighter and brighter, and it actually turned into a little girl of about thirteen or fourteen years old.
She was wearing a golden dress. Her golden eyes were as clear as autumn water, sparkling with wisdom. Her long hair flowed like a waterfall, and every strand of hair contained a beautiful luster. Her skin was as crystal clear as snow jade.
So cute, especially the chubby little face. And why does it look so familiar?
Where have you seen him before?
Before Jiang Jiao could remember, the girl introduced herself in a crisp voice: "Hello, benefactor. My name is Fu Guang. Thank you for saving my life. May I ask your name?"
Fu Guang will definitely make a gift of grass and carry a ring to repay the benefactor’s great kindness. Great virtue.”
Fu Guang? Wait, Fu Guang! It's her, the fairy who asked me to find my best friend when I entered Mingyu Valley.
Jiang Jiao's heart was churning, her mind was full of questions, but she suppressed them.
Now it seems that the original body and Fu Guang must have known each other since childhood, so what happened later? Why did Fu Guang die?
"My name is Lin Xuanjing, you're welcome. I didn't do anything. You don't have to call me benefactor all the time, just call me by my name." Jiang Jiao replied.
"Then, can I call you Jingjing?
Can we be friends?"
Looking at the little carp asking cautiously and nervously, I felt warm in my heart: "Okay, we will be friends from now on."
After she finished speaking, a feeling came to her mind, making Jiang Jiao feel that they should have been very good friends.
After making friends with the little carp, Jiang Jiao returned to the thatched cottage and felt that time was passing faster. And many more memories appeared out of nowhere.
By the time she had digested all these memories, eight years had passed. For Jiang Jiao, this was just a moment.
My memories are of my daily training, playing with the little carp, and the daily interactions with my master and fellow students.
Eight years passed, and the untalented disciples left the mountain one after another. Only the eighty-fifth senior brother Lin Nianshan remained. The master was also getting older.
The old Taoist priest, who was approaching the end of his life, had gradually shown signs of aging. He was no longer the youthful-looking man with white hair. He had more wrinkles on his face.
But he still looks cheerful every day, teaching his disciples or going down the mountain to see patients.
Senior Brother Nianshan was becoming more and more diligent in his cultivation. He looked down on Junior Sister for teasing others every day, and always acted like a senior brother and gave her a lecture.