Mrs. Cultivation Notes

Chapter 38 What kind of broken thing are you carrying?

Baiyun Temple flourished hundreds of years ago, but with the change of the times, the vicissitudes of the world, and the changes in the world, fewer people go to the Taoist Temple to pray for blessings.

Coupled with the remote location, it is not as good as before.

When we got to the middle of the mountain, we could only walk.

Looking at the lush trees all around, Xiao Nuannuan felt refreshed.

She will be able to go home soon, and meet the old Taoist priest whom she hasn't seen for a long time, and the skinny Taoist priest.

Climbing up and down the mountain, after all, it was a young child who couldn't walk anymore.

Yan Qingchen looked at the little bundle on her body, it was bulging, "What kind of shit is she carrying?"

Xiao Nuan Nuan immediately hugged her very preciously, for fear of being thrown away by him.

"This is a gift I brought to the old temple master!" He took out something to show off.

Yan Qingchen looked at the crumpled kraft paper in her hand, and it looked familiar.

It wasn't until she opened it that she remembered what it was.

When I took her out to buy clothes for the first time, the two candied haws she had left were begging to be given to the old temple master to taste.

He thought it had been thrown away a long time ago, but he didn't expect the little girl to keep it.

"Ah, how did it become like this?" Nai Baozi wrinkled his face into a bitter face.

Yan Qingchen looked on coldly, a little gloating.

His brows twitched, and there was a hint of arrogance in his words, "Heh!"

Xiao Nuannuan held the kraft paper and looked at the two moldy candied haws, her heart trembled.

What she worked so hard to save from her teeth was gone.

Along the way, Xiao Nuan Nuan was stuck in her head, recalling the two moldy candied haws.

"The candied haws are broken, so there is nothing for the old temple master!" He regretted endlessly.

Yan Qingchen looked at her with some taste.

This little white-eyed wolf usually didn't give her anything delicious, and muttered all the way while reciting Qingyun Temple.

What's so good about Baiyun Temple?

"You're just stupid, if you leave it for so long, you'll become fine." Yan Qingchen was afraid that she wouldn't be able to walk, so he simply hung it on his waist.

Xiao Nuan Nuan carried a small burden in her hand, regretting all the way up.

"Old Guanzhu, Fat Uncle, Skinny Taoist Priest, I'm back, come out quickly!"

There is still a short distance ahead, and Xiao Nuannuan has rushed over, shouting excitedly.

Running fast, passing through the front gate of the Taoist temple, Xiao Nuannuan couldn't help but laugh.

Surrounded by ruins and ruins, charcoal ashes everywhere, the quaint and deserted Taoist temples in the past are now gone.

There is still a faint smell of charcoal fire
Xiao Nuannuan was stunned, and immediately ran back, "Old Master, come out quickly, don't scare me!"

Crazy Man Taoist wandering around.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Xiao Nuannuan squatted in the yard, crying loudly.

Yan Qingchen was silent, seeing her crying pitifully, he couldn't respond.

I had no choice but to stroke her head again and again, giving silent comfort.

Shuhuan didn't know when he came in, and spoke to Yan Qingchen in a low voice, "Second young master, I have asked clearly. It is said that the Taoist temple is remote, and it was almost burned when someone found it. It is guessed that the candles enshrined at night fell down. It ignited. It’s like this everywhere now, and I’m afraid it’s impossible to examine it in detail.”

Xiao Nuannuan cried more and more sadly, sitting on the ground, wiping away her tears.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

The voice is like a mourning deer, full of despair and helplessness.

The three-and-a-half-year-old Xiao Nuannuan experienced life and death for the first time.

Yan Qingchen's comforting words were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say a word.He didn't know what to say to comfort her a little.

Strings of tears trickled down, Yan Qingchen ran her up for a while, her clothes were already wet.

"Don't be afraid, you have a home. The place where you have me will be your home in the future.

(End of this chapter)