As the saying goes, the poor are afraid of the unreasonable, and the unreasonable are afraid of the reckless! Although Bao Yuqing was a man, he was still given a fright when faced with Qiu Baihong, who was brandishing the kitchen knife like a maniac. He immediately ran!
The other two didn't dare stop her as they hurriedly made way.
Hence, Bao Yuqing ran ahead and shouted as he ran. "Help! Qiu Baihong is going to kill someone! "
Qiu Baihong followed behind and cursed. "You bastard! Don't run if you have what it takes! I'll hack you to death today! "
"Master, why are you still watching? I feel like someone is going to die, "Red Boy said worriedly.
Fangzheng said indifferently, "If someone is going to die while we are standing here, we might as well knock ourselves to death when we get back."
"Uh …" Red Boy was left speechless.
Qiu Baihong chased after Bao Yuqing all the way, but in the middle of winter, the ground was slippery. Qiu Baihong slipped and fell to the ground, throwing the kitchen knife in her hand as it cleaved at the snow beside Bao Yuqing!
Bao Yuqing was truly frightened out of his wits, thinking, "She's even using a flying knife! She's really going to kill someone! "
Bao Yuqing nearly subconsciously shouted. "Qiu Baihong is going to kill someone!" However, in his excitement, Bao Yuqing fell to the ground after running a few steps.
Qiu Baihong chased up to him, drew her kitchen knife, and slashed over. However, anyone with a discerning eye could tell that Qiu Baihong's strike was a little far away. There was no way she could injure anyone, so it was more like she was trying to scare him.
However, almost at the same time, an angry roar sounded from the side. "How dare you hit my dad?"
"Baihong, be careful!" Another voice sounded.
Qiu Baihong turned around and saw a man holding a fork over. The man's face was flushed red, and clearly, he was infuriated. He didn't care about anything else! At the same time, Eighth Qiu had run over at some point in time and was about to shield Qiu Baihong!
Upon seeing this scene, the surrounding people tensed up. Some screamed, some shouted for her to stop, while others wanted to help … It was chaos!
Red Boy looked up at Fangzheng who was standing there leisurely. He was just short of munching on some melon seeds, popcorn, and a bottle of soda. When he saw Red Boy look over, he said indifferently, "Continue watching."
Eighth Qiu was about to block the tip of the fork!
Fangzheng's eyes flashed. A Golden Millet Dream!
The next moment, Qiu Baihong entered the dream!
Many people would think about the same question. Why was it that when they dreamt, it felt like they had only dreamt for a moment, but an entire night had passed? There were also people who said that it was just a dream for the whole night …
A thousand years passed in the blink of an eye.
A dream was a thought. How fast was a thought? A single thought could create a world, and countless stories could be told …
At that moment, Fangzheng had brought Qiu Baihong into the dream of a thousand years!
"Wow!"
The cry of a child rang out!
Qiu Baihong felt that her surroundings were very cold. It was so cold that she felt despair, but she was powerless to move. Her surroundings grew colder and colder, as if she would die at any moment. Fear spread in her heart …
Just as Qiu Baihong was about to lose all hope, a familiar yet strange face appeared.
It was a familiar look, an unfamiliar age, a familiar warmth, and an unfamiliar black hair …
A pair of warm hands landed and hugged Qiu Baihong as he whispered. "Boohoo … Child, don't cry … I wonder which darn person abandoned the child after giving birth. She's going to freeze to death!"
As he spoke, the man stuffed Qiu Baihong into his clothes, using his body to give Qiu Baihong the first hint of warmth in her life.
At that instant, Qiu Baihong only had one thought in her mind: What's going on? Is this a dream? Or is it real? Why was I picked up by him? Am I not his biological child?
The second scene.
It was the conversation between Eighth Qiu and his wife. It was still the same scene, but this time, there was an additional child with an adult's soul among the audience!
Upon hearing Eighth Qiu's request to use his biological daughter's name, Qiu Baihong trembled as she roared. "No! No! I'm his biological child! You must be mistaken! "
However, the shouts turned into wailing cries.
Qiu Baihong yelled, "Let me out! This isn't real! It's fake! "
"Amitabha." At that moment, a Buddhist proclamation suddenly sounded.
Qiu Baihong subconsciously jolted as he suddenly turned his head. He was surprised to discover that his surroundings had changed once again!
It was a snow-covered mountain, but it wasn't cold! Behind him was a small monastery. The bodhi tree in the yard was extremely tall, and its crown nearly covered the entire front yard. Water vapor rose from the Heavenly Dragon Pond as carps swam in it. There were even lotus flowers blooming! On one of the gigantic lotus flowers sat a monk cross-legged.
The monk had fair skin, and he looked elegant and handsome, but he wasn't effeminate at all. Instead, he exuded a radiant beauty unique to men. At that moment, the monk was looking at her with a smile. His eyes were like the sun in winter, making one feel warm and subconsciously wish to get closer to him.
"You are … Fangzheng?" Although the scene was different from what she remembered, Qiu Baihong was all too familiar with the monastery, the scenery, and the monk!
Who in the village near One Finger Monastery didn't know Fangzheng? Who didn't know Fangzheng? Even Qiu Baihong, who wasn't a Buddhist, knew that Fangzheng was now very famous. She had also gone up the mountain to join in the fun. Therefore, she recognized Fangzheng at a glance.
Fangzheng pressed his palms together. "Amitabha. It's This Penniless Monk."
"What … What's going on? I just … "Qiu Baihong asked anxiously. She vaguely recalled the rumors that Abbot Fangzheng on Mt. One Finger wasn't an ordinary person, but the reincarnation of Buddha. He was extremely powerful. Many unbelievable things had happened up and down the mountain. However, although she had heard of it, she had never believed it. But now that she had suddenly seen Fangzheng, this bit of memory immediately resurfaced. She subconsciously recalled the rumors, and the way she looked at Fangzheng was filled with reverence.
Fangzheng smiled. "Patron, are you worried that your father will be stabbed to death by a harpoon?"
Qiu Baihong was slightly taken aback when she heard that. After some thought, she gritted her teeth and shook her head. Then, she asked, "I just want to know why I'm here. I should be in the village. Also, was what I just saw real or fake? I know you have some divine powers, but you can't distort the truth and fool me! "
Fangzheng said, "A monk doesn't lie. This Penniless Monk naturally wouldn't lie to you. What you saw was the truth! "
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