Yin Wenjiao's question was destined to be answered by no one.
Yang Lin smiled and said nothing, his expression inexplicable.
Yin Wenjiao squinted her eyes and took a closer look at Yang Lin's face, and was suddenly shocked.
"Gone?"
She asked tentatively, her brows filled with joy and her voice kept low.
Elder Faming, who was seen at the door, smiled kindly and mysteriously. He seemed to be unconcerned about the meeting between mother and son, and did not stop him. This attitude was very wrong.
She recalled what happened three years ago when she saw Yang Lin pop up a paper man by the river and turned into Li Biao, and she suddenly realized.
"I see."
On that day, my heart was filled with hatred and I asked him if I could kill the old monk.
How did he answer?
"Don't worry, Gillian. Although I can't defeat the Buddhist plan and I can't go to Jinshan Temple to do anything, the old monk will always go out.
As a Buddhist saint in the world, he enjoys such a great reputation. Someone or something always comes to his door. When the time comes, help our little treasure find another master. "
Yin Wenjiao's eyes suddenly burst into dazzling light.
"Change the master, is this a change?"
She didn't dare to ask too many questions, but she had a hint of understanding in her heart.
Ninety-nine percent of the time, that monk Faming was already dead, and this new old monk appeared, who strangely and inexplicably brought his son to his home to reunite his mother and son.
You can tell who this is without asking.
"It actually happened."
At this moment, her heart was in turmoil, she let out a long breath of bad breath, and her eyes filled with tears.
"me……"
"You don't need to say anything, just know it. The little guy will stay at home for a while, and you can get close to him.
After a while, he will follow Elder Faming to Jinshan Temple again, but this time, he will not suffer anymore and can learn literature and martial arts.
During the holidays, I believe Elder Faming will bring him home, so you can go to school as a little kid..."
"Then, can I go see him?"
Yin Wenjiao was so happy that she almost exploded.
What Yang Lin said was actually very obvious.
Her son was not lost and could be reunited at any time.
Moreover, the most important thing in his words is that this man who did not know whether he was the child's biological father actually didn't think too much about it and would not be disadvantageous to the little guy at all. Instead, he thought about his son wholeheartedly.
Like a real father.
"Of course, you can see your son at any time if you want, but you have to keep your whereabouts secret and find an excuse to let him out of the temple.
You know, there are too many Buddha statues in the temple, and the Dharma is boundless. In their dojo, if something goes a little out of line, not only will the little guy return to his previous appearance, but we will even be hit by thunder..."
Yang Lin didn't say anything else.
He believed that Yin Wenjiao understood.
"Can't my husband defeat them?"
I don't know since when, Yin Wenjiao obviously had a lot of trust and admiration for him.
However, this time, you really think highly of me.
what are you thinking?
Why do you think I can fight with Buddha and Bodhisattva?
Relying on the belief that has not yet become a true god?
If I hadn't been in the human world and had actually met him outside the realm, he would have crushed me to death with just one finger.
"If you can't fight them, there is no need to fight them. As long as the children live well and grow up happily, there is no harm in joining Buddhism and having heavy responsibilities in the future. It can be considered a way out."
right.
That's right.
I don’t know what the status of Xuantan Merit Buddha is.
But at least, he is much more successful than 99% of the people in this world. If he lives his own life and is not completely brainwashed by some people and becomes a puppet, it is actually not bad.
As for carrying on the family line.
Forget it, whether his Chen family legacy is passed on or not actually has nothing to do with him.
well……
Yin Wenjiao seemed to have thought about this problem as well.
He let out a long sigh and looked at Yang Lin with a guilty look.
"How about waiting a little later and I can spend more time with your husband..."
She blushed and whispered.
She is as shy as a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, but as bold and direct as her wedding night.
"I haven't seen the child for a long time. Don't you have to take care of the child all day?"
Yang Lin laughed dumbly.
"It's not good for the child to sleep too late. I can put him to sleep early."
Yin Wenjiao's expression changed, and she said quietly: "Could it be that my husband wants to choose two of the new maids? I think Li Qing is actually very good, with a strong body and good fertility..."
"Stop talking nonsense. If Li Qing hears it, he won't even dare to live in the inner palace... It's better not to beg for mercy when the time comes."
Yang Lin chuckled.
In her heart, she was thinking that now that Yin Wenjiao was in a better mood, she would never end up committing suicide again.
It’s actually quite good to work hard and get another one.
…
After the little Tang Monk returned home and stayed there for a month, "Elder Faming" took him and prepared to go back to Jinshan Temple.
One month seems very short, but the personality changes for Yin Wenjiao and the little guy are huge.
Speaking of Yin Wenjiao, the overwhelming sadness that she used to have can no longer be seen.
The smile that shines in my heart every day is reflected on my face, just like spring is coming and flowers are blooming.
Yang Lin finally understood why this eldest lady of the prime minister's family had gained the reputation of "the most charming girl in the house" and why she was so popular among the sons of nobles in the capital.
Happy people are beautiful, this has always been true.
…
"Inner demon, will you force me to memorize Buddhist scriptures?"
"Don't scream. I am your master. From now on, if you want to carry it, you can carry it. If you don't want to, just practice martial arts with me."
"Inner Demon, will you still tell me stories to lull me to sleep?"
"Don't tell me, you are a big child, you have to learn to fall asleep on your own and not wet the bed."
"Inner demon, will the Bodhisattva come down to earth and beat you to death? Was the bag on Buddha's head knocked out by someone?"
"She won't hit me, she won't notice. Buddha doesn't have a bandage on his head."
Yang Lin was a little helpless.
He found that the little guy now completely let himself go.
Maybe it was because I had been chatting with him for three years when I had nothing to do. The child was not afraid of me at all. He kept mumbling and had endless questions in his mind.
"I don't know if the Bodhisattva will be beaten to death, but if you keep asking like this, I doubt that I will beat you to death."
Yang Lin threatened.
The little Tang Monk immediately covered his mouth, glanced at Yang Lin's face secretly, rolled his eyes, and did not dare to say anything more.
I was walking on the mountain path and picked a wild fruit in a blink of an eye. I bit it so hard that water splashed everywhere, and I frowned.
"so bitter……"
“Life is just like this fruit, it is bitter at first and then sweet.
Little guy, although you don’t have to memorize Buddhist scriptures, you still need to learn Chinese characters, understand the meaning clearly, and then learn martial arts to slay demons. This is also your homework. Next, you will have to endure hardships. "
Yang Lin chuckled.
"Master, can you not learn?"
The little guy was so frightened that he didn't even dare to call out his inner demon, so he just called him "Master" obediently.
now it's right.
"No, this is what your mother told you personally. You don't want to disappoint her, don't you want to grow up and become an ignorant idiot?"
"Okay, I'll learn."
The little guy clenched his fists heavily and made a lot of determination.
He really didn't want to disappoint his mother.
