Reincarnation simulation: I can change my life against the sky

Chapter 3 The sea is wide and the fish leaps, the sky is high and the birds fly!
The next day, dawn.

But at dawn, Ji Qiu's father woke him up.

The farmer forced a smile, took Ji Qiu to eat the last meal, which was a hearty meal for this poor family, and opened the door with him.

Father Ji didn't say the purpose of this trip, he was ashamed.

And Ji Qiu didn't ask, because he already knew.

The two, one big and one small, walked on the road. Although they were father and son, they were more like strangers. There was a faint sense of alienation lingering between them.

The destination of Ji's father's trip is a small county town dozens of miles away, and it is also the farthest and most prosperous place he has ever been to in his life.

Now that there is a severe drought, the villagers in the same village are too busy to take care of themselves and want to exchange some money. Only the rich and squires in the county are willing to spend some money to take in children of this age, buy their deeds of sale, and serve as servants.

If there is no accident, if the deed of selling oneself is really handed over to others, even if he has the ability to reach the heavens in this life, it is estimated that it will be difficult to get out of slavery, let alone rise to the top.

But as long as fate is involved, there will be unattainable variables.

One second, he was a trafficker, but the next second, he might be able to meet the fate of immortality and embark on the journey of immortality.

There are also people who were born princes, marquises, and ministers, but were captured alive by the rebels the next moment and became prisoners of their ranks.

Fate is so wonderful, mysterious and mysterious, and it is impossible for ordinary people to speculate about it.

Mountain darkly, vista.

Just like at this moment, Ji Qiu silently followed Ji's father, and on the edge of the only official road outside the village, looked at the tall monk in gray robes with a solemn face from a distance.

Since then, his life trajectory has taken another fork in the road, and it will never be the same again.

"Ok?"

Jing Ming, who practiced martial arts all the year round, felt the gaze of her gaze and stopped in her tracks.

He looked at the two figures not far away, looked at the silent little boy who was led by the withered farmer, pondered for a moment, and walked forward.

"this child"

Jingming has traveled all over the world for so many years, and is now an elder of the Xuankong Temple lineage, and he is considered accomplished in martial arts.

But after all, as the qi and blood continued to decline, Jingming knew in his heart that he should be inherently hopeless in this life.

For some reason, the little child he saw in this countryside made him want to find someone to inherit his legacy.

It can be regarded as fate.

"Amitabha, this benefactor, I don't know where you want to take this child?"

The tall gray-robed monk had a peaceful expression, resting his left palm on his chest, nodded slightly to Father Ji, and then asked.

Practicing martial arts all the year round, his whole body is full of vigor and blood. Even if it is covered by the loose monk's robe, Jingming's strength still makes this farmer a little scared, so he told the whole story in detail.

After listening, Jingming was a little silent, and only after a long time did he let out a long sigh:
"The world is like a sea of ​​bitterness. When there is a severe drought, all living beings will be more and more sad."

"I don't know when the heavens will rain down, to save all sentient beings."

After Jingming finished speaking to Ji's father, he looked at the quiet Ji Qiu in front of him, seeing his calm demeanor, and felt more and more pleasing to the eye.

"Benefactor, can you let the poor monk see this boy?"

Maybe, this is fate.

The gray-robed monk who believed in Buddhist cause and effect had a calculation in his heart.

If this kid's aptitude is acceptable and he can inherit his mantle, he might as well bring him back to the mountain gate and train him well.

Although it came by chance, it was also a good thing.

"Of course, master, please feel free!"

Seeing some monks who admired Ji Qiu, Ji's father was naturally overjoyed.

Although he is just an ordinary person, he has heard a little about these martial arts masters who practice martial arts.

In the past, these were rare guests from all over the world!

If my kid can be valued by him, maybe he can get a good future in the future, and become a monk of the Qingdeng Ancient Buddha, which is better than being a slave and a servant, life is like a mustard.
And more importantly, the price that such a master can offer is not necessarily low.

At least it is much stronger than the vicious exploitation of the big families in Shangxiang, that county.
This sallow-faced man was constantly thinking and thinking.

Just as he was thinking, a soft cry of surprise came out from Jingming's mouth:

"what?"

"Good roots!"

"It is a good material for martial arts!"

The grey-robed monk bent down, touched Ji Qiu's bones back and forth, and joy appeared on his face immediately.

Born with roots, mediocrity and genius can be determined.

Although Martial Dao does not pay attention to spiritual roots and Taoism like Immortal Dao, it also has a rough measurement method.

But for Ji Qiu, who has been gifted with seven orifices since his birth, he is even qualified to seek immortality and Taoism, let alone practice martial arts.

If his martial arts aptitude is placed in the ordinary world, it must belong to the one in a thousand, the top level!

So logically, Jingming got the result he wanted, paid Ji's father a sum of money at that time, and then took Ji Qiu away in satisfaction.

"Son, the poor monk is Jingming, the elder of Xuankong Temple."

"From now on, I will be your master."

"The Xuankong Temple is arranged according to seniority, regardless of ordinary names and surnames. The master's name is Jingming, so you can be called Zhenru."

"It's neither true nor false, it's neither true nor false, but it's a good dharma name, and it's worthy of your temperament."

Traveling all the way, Master Jingming nodded after careful consideration for a long time, and finally settled on the name of Ji Qiu, feeling quite satisfied.

And it was only at this time that Ji Qiu started to move from being silent.

The small body stands like a pine, the spine is straight, although he is young but he knows etiquette, and he bows to Jingming who is speaking in front of him:
"Thank you, Master, for giving me the name."

"Father's meaning, I actually knew it a long time ago, but my disciple's family is poor and there is nothing else he can do, so I don't blame him."

"I am very grateful to be able to worship Master today, and I will definitely serve Master with all my heart in the future, in the name of all disciples!"

For a young child, the words are still childish.

But the meaning expressed in it moved Jingming on the spot.

How could a three-year-old understand such a truth?

Seemingly seeing Jingming's doubts, Ji Qiu took his time, before waiting for him to speak, Dang even continued calmly:

"Since the disciple was born, he has learned everything very quickly. Before that, the master in the village had a school, and the disciple could learn a lot from the corner for a while."

"Over time, it can be regarded as the completion of enlightenment studies, so the master doesn't have to worry about his disciples because of their young age."

Seeing the serious look of the child in front of him, Jingming finally regained his senses.

Afterwards, a look of joy appeared on the face of the gray-robed monk.

He has good talent, pure and kind temperament, neither arrogant nor impetuous, and can understand such truths.

The most important thing is that it can be cultivated from an early age, knowing the roots and the bottom line, and in time, it will definitely be the pillar of the Xuankong Temple!

In this world, can there be a better apprentice than him?

At this moment, Jingming was only extremely satisfied with her whim.

"Good, good, good!"

Three times in succession, the words exhausted the excited and happy mood of the gray-robed monk at the moment.

"Really, it's great that you have such a mind."

"When I get back to the mountain, as a teacher, I will report to the first senior brother to personally accept you into my gate wall, and become my disciple in the Xuankong Temple!"

"Hahaha!"

I wanted to take it with me to investigate for a few years first, but now it seems that such a disciple is no longer needed.

If it is true that this child is not yet a disciple of the Xuankong Temple, then there are very few people in the world who can be better than him!
[4 years old: On the road that you are about to be trafficked, you glanced at the master of Xuankong Temple from a distance. The master was so blessed to your heart, and suddenly felt that you were destined to be destined, so you were accepted as a disciple, and your destiny was successfully put on the right track. 】

(End of this chapter)