From that day on, Tan Jiajia was freed from the busy housework and devoted herself wholeheartedly to the cause of Taoism.
Her spiritual root qualifications that Wu Qiang had trained were already pretty good, plus she had Zi Tong, a thousand-year-old demon, guiding her.
In just half a month, the Tao power in her body has soared, and she has entered a new level. She will soon be able to remove the wrong umbrella stand with one hand...
What a fart!
Tan Jiajia lifted the table and stood up: "You still give me advice!! That kid Zi Tong has been disappearing since he said those words that day. He is simply avoiding me!! It's really annoying."
In fact, Zi Tong can't be blamed for this, because he was tasked by Daomen during this period to investigate the case of missing children.
Because the matter was so important, he never told Tan Jiajia.
At this time, the little Taoist boy passing by her scratched his head, looked at the empty courtyard, and said in confusion: "Sister, are you talking to me?"
Tan Jiajia responded angrily: "I'm arguing with the narrator."
Xiao Daotong was even more confused: "Narration??"
He is the little Taoist boy who witnessed Tan Jiajia's resurrection before, but Zi Tong has erased his memory.
So now, like everyone else in the Taoist temple, he thinks that Tan Jiajia is just an ordinary woman who came to find her brother.
At this time, Tan Jiajia came to her senses and unexpectedly discovered that the little Taoist boy was not wearing a Taoist robe today, but had put on a set of short sleeves and shorts.
He was also carrying a bulging bag on his back, looking like he was about to go on a long trip.
She asked curiously: "Xiao Ming, are you going down the mountain?"
Xiao Ming is the name of the little Taoist boy, his real name is Wang Ziming.
Wang Ziming nodded, tightened the straps of his backpack, and said, "Yes, school is about to start next week. It's time for me to go back. I won't come back until winter vacation."
Wang Ziming's home is in another city, and his father was also a Taoist in Tianxu Temple.
In addition, Wang Ziming was frail since he was a child, so his parents took Xiao Ming back to the Taoist temple to practice cultivation. It was not until he was seven or eight years old that he returned to the world to settle down.
But Wang Ziming also likes the life in the Taoist temple, so after obtaining his parents' consent, he comes to stay for a period of time every year during the holidays.
Today happens to be the day for his return journey.
Tan Jiajia had also heard about this matter, and in her heart she actually admired Wang Ziming for daring to leave home alone at such a young age.
She remembered that when she was his age, the farthest place she could go was the town next door.
Moreover, life in Taoist temples is dull, and it is really not a place for boys of his age.
She looked at the other person. After a summer of exposure to the sun, the boy's childish face was a little dark.
However, because he runs up and down the Taoist temple every day, he is a little taller than his peers.
But even so, the large backpack on his back made him look a little strenuous.
Tan Jiajia stretched her neck again and looked outside the gate through the courtyard: "Why didn't you see your parents coming?"
Wang Ziming raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead and said, "They have something to do today and can't come over. Let me go back by myself."
"Go back by yourself?" Tan Jiajia raised her eyebrows, looking surprised.
"I remember what you said, your home is in another city, so far away. Your parents can't come, how can the people in the Taoist temple trust you to go alone."
"It's not very far. Let's go now. We'll be there this afternoon."
"No, no, no..." Tan Jiajia shook her head and said righteously.
"The Taoist priests here are all careless old men. They are too careless and don't know how dangerous it is to let a child like you go home alone. Now that I know it, let me take you home. .”
"Sister, I have reached the age of twelve and am no longer a child."
Wang Ziming protested, seemingly dissatisfied with Tan Jiajia's behavior of looking down on him.
"Oh, they are all minors who need their parents to take care of them anyway." Tan Jiajia snapped her fingers, pushed the other person to sit down on the wooden bench in the corridor, and smiled slightly.
"Wait for me here, I'll be right back."
"..."
Xiao Ming wanted to say something more, but the other party didn't give him a chance to refuse and ran away quickly.
…
A few minutes later, he saw Tan Jiajia walking out of another exit.
The other party was obviously in a good mood. She walked up to Wang Ziming with her lips raised and said to him: "Okay, let's go."
Wang Ziming had no choice but to nod and follow. But just as he stood up, he saw Tan Jiajia turning around and reaching out to him: "Give me the bag."
"ah?"
Wang Ziming was slightly startled and looked at her blankly.
The woman stood against the light. The early morning sunlight cast a layer of golden light all over her body, and her skin was so tender that it seemed as if she could pinch water.
If there are gods in this world, this must be it.
"Why are you dazed? Give me your bag." Tan Jiajia reached out and patted Wang Ziming on the head.
This made him come back to his senses slightly, and said with some embarrassment: "No, sister, I can carry it myself."
"How can this be done? You are an underage little flower. This bag is so big. It won't be good if it crushes you later."
Tan Jiajia couldn't help but walked over and took the bag off the other person's back.
But the weight of this backpack was beyond her imagination: "Hey, what do you have in it? It's so heavy."
She said, struggling to put the bag on her back and walked forward.
It felt like carrying a bag of stones on the road.
"Well, inside are the exercise sets and summer homework that my mother prepared for me."
Wang Ziming followed her step by step and said.
Tan Jiajia heard what he said and looked at him with a smile: "Hey, tell your sister honestly, did you come to the Taoist temple to hide from your mother?"
Wang Ziming sighed, his little face was full of tangles, and he looked like he had a big head:
"Actually, that's not really true. Compared to life outside, I still prefer being inside the Taoist temple. Maybe it's just hereditary: after all, my father also stayed here before."
"Pfft..." Tan Jiajia was directly amused by the other person's impudent appearance. She smiled and joked: "It doesn't matter, then it does."
Wang Ziming remained silent, seemingly acquiescing to this fact.
Tan Jiajia did not let him go so quickly: "But if you do this, won't your mother be sad if she finds out?"
"She won't be sad." Wang Ziming suddenly became excited and said loudly. "She only cares about my grades or playing mahjong. What I hate most is my mother."
Tan Jiajia was frightened by his overreaction. She coughed lightly, wanting to act as a close sister and enlighten him.
Who would have thought that this rebellious child would just shake his face and say angrily: "Sister, you are so nagging. If you continue like this, you will not be able to find a partner."
