He muttered and walked slowly to the cradle.

Gently holding the vines of the cradle bed.

It is very soft, and the tentacles have a warm feeling. It seems that this cradle bed has a great background and is an extraordinary thing.

only……

An old monster, a giant of evil in the world of Xianxia, ​​hides a stone room like this behind the stone palace where he practices in seclusion. There is also a cradle bed in the stone room?

No matter how you think about it, something seems not quite right!

Xu Ji reached out and touched the cradle bed and found a small rattle-like object.

Shake gently.

Dangdangdang...

The drum can also be played.

It seems that someone was once here, shaking this drum and teasing the little baby on this cradle.

"This old weirdo has a child?" He scratched his head: "Is it possible that I want to be a father?"

He took the small drum and put it in his hand. Through the light, he saw that there seemed to be words on both sides of the drum.

He knows it!

Because this is a hieroglyph.

On the front, there are two crooked clouds overlapping each other.

"How much?" Xu Ji whispered.

He flipped to his back.

The text on the back is a little more complicated.

A house or palace-shaped eaves cover two crooked characters.

Xu Ji looked at it carefully and identified it carefully.

"Wang Jiatu?" He became suspicious: "Or Wang Jiashi?"

What characters require a treasure-like hijab to cover king/earth or king/shi?

"precious?"

"So it adds up to Duobao?"

"What's the old monster's name?"

"No!" Xu Ji shook his head: "It should be the name of the child who was raised here by the old monster!"

"Duobao!"

……………………

Dangdangdang...

The gentle sound of drums echoed deep in the ancient temple.

The Buddha, with his majestic appearance and full of compassion, raised his head.

A pair of eyes full of wisdom and meaning, as bright and dazzling as gold, from which boundless compassion and compassion rise.

"Amitabha!" The Buddha lowered his head and sighed, clasping his hands and saying, "All dharmas are empty. Monks should cut off their past lives!"

Then, he closed his eyes again, and his whole figure sank into the ancient temple.

The ancient temple turned into phantom-like foam and disappeared in a flash on the pure land of the Western Mountains.

Now is not the time for it to come out.

The ancient Buddha who burned the lamp has never died.

Sakyamuni Tathagata cannot return to his throne!
Chapter completed!