Nezha asked, "Don’t go after dinner?"
Aobing shook his head and said that there were more important things to do in the day, and then Zongguang left Qianyuan Mountain
After returning to the Dragon Palace, Ao Bing immediately sent two fish girls to find him all the pearls in the treasure house, and he plunged into the sutra depository and stayed there for a whole night, almost rummaging through the whole sutra depository and didn’t find what he wanted to know.
"How can I not find it?"
Ao Bing rummaged through everything and recalled what he saw at noon. Finally, he found a book named Tian Yin in a dusty compartment at the bottom of the corner.
This is just a dozen pages, but nearly 30 kinds of hidden gas reservoirs have been recorded. Ao Bing glanced at them roughly and carefully tore them. Remember that the last page of the hidden yuanshi will pay a little green flame and stride out of the sutra depository after it is completely incinerated.
He doesn’t know why Nezha is wearing that pearl, but he knows that there must be her own reason. Since she is going to hide it, he will help her hide it more closely.
In the sleeping temple, Ao Bing sent two fish women to the treasure house, holding a palm-sized exquisite jade box, standing in the temple with a sleepy face until it was bright and saw their master come back to straighten his face.
Ao Bing took the jade box from the fish girl without saying a word, and saw that there were a dozen jade beads in it, which were similar to the one in Nezha’s neck. He twisted a round jade bead from the box and ordered the two fish girls to stand around the bedroom and the dragon soldiers to retreat.
Staring at the jade beads in the palm of your hand for a long time, it was almost time for Aobing to put away the beads and strode to Yinan Hall to greet the dragon mother, and then left the Dragon Palace in a hurry with the dragon mother’s face awkward.
The dragon mother knows that Ao Bing will put his practice around a few days before September every year to find something interesting and send it to Qianyuan Mountain. On the one hand, she feels that her children have become diligent after knowing that child Qianyuan Mountain, and they have gained a lot in practice. It is right to prepare birthday gifts for people, but on the other hand, she feels that something is not quite right. After all, who leaves his cousin’s birthday every year to carefully prepare a birthday for a relative?
The dragon mother has never said anything about this matter. Aobing has to ask her maid to pick something from the treasure house every year, and then Aobing’s brand will be sent to the West Sea. This year is nothing more than that.
Aobing passed the Nantianmen early in the morning, so he didn’t go into the Bullfighting Palace or the Lingxiao Hall and went straight to the atrium of the Moon Old Man’s Palace.
Out of courtesy, Aobing buckled before entering the main hall, leaving the red wooden door wide open, listening to the confused "coming in" before stepping over the threshold.
In the hall, a long bar case is piled with hills like red lines. Bai Hu Yue Lao is lying on his head and sleeping in a daze. Ao Binggang just wants to call his red line, which seems to be induced and collapsed. The hill will be buried in the pile of lines wearing festive Yue Lao.
Ao Bingnai smoothed the red line one by one, put it aside neatly, rescued Yue Lao from the thread pile and woke him up.
Yue Lao slept dimly and found himself with a vague white figure in front of him and asked, "Who are you?"
Aobing stepped back and introduced himself.
Yue Lao rubbed his eyes and looked at the young man in front of him back and forth. For a long time, he suddenly stopped in front of Ao Bing and sighed, "jade bone, the god of autumn waters, has a good wind!"
Aobing chuckled, "Thank you for your compliment."
Yue Laodao: "What did the doll come all the way from the East China Sea to my old house this month?"
Ao Bing was just about to answer Yue Lao and waved his hand. "I haven’t seen such a good boy for many years. Let my old man guess!"
Ao Bing "Guess"
Yue Lao circled around Ao Bing. "I think you are seventeen years old. Do you ask my old man to tie you a good marriage?"
Ao Bing took a sip of his lip and took it out of his skirt to prepare jade beads. "Ao Bing wants to ask the old man on the moon for a red line to wear beads."
Yue Lao suddenly frowned and muttered, stroking his beard and stepping back. His eyes were full of doubts. "How can such a good boy be?"
Ao Bing wondered, "But what’s wrong with the little god?"
Yue Lao shook his head and asked, "What did you just say you wanted a red line for?"
Aobing’s noodles don’t change color, saying "wear beads"
"Boy, the old man thinks you are a good boy when he sees you." Yue Lao sighed and made a red line with a bright sky before he added, "This red line is no better than others. Take it."
Aobing hands took the veteran red line and thanked him for going out.
What a good boy with good manners and rules.
"Doll" Yue Lao shouted that Ao Bing cut the red line in different lengths. In Ao Bing’s puzzled eyes, he confessed that "the doll will tie a short section to your heart and a long section to each other’s hair."
"Maybe maybe we can save something. What is it, old man? I really can’t see it."
Hearing this, Ao Bing suddenly remembered the bloody dream a few years ago. Once again, he thought that Nezha was covered in blood and almost separated from his flesh and blood. His face suddenly turned pale.
People say that the good things in the world are not strong, but there is nothing more indestructible than the dragon body. He will not let Nezha die!
Thinking of this, Aobing steadied his mood and thanked Yue Lao Er for leaving Yue Lao Fu.
Yue Lao looked away and the white figure sighed deeply.
Aobing returned to the East China Sea and found himself in the bedroom. No one can see who came, let alone the Dragon King or the Dragon Mother, who sent someone to invite him and was rejected. No one knows what he is doing and what he is thinking.
A dazzling seven days past.
On the day of the Double Ninth Festival, Nezha got up early, and even Qing Mo got up early with Jin Xia and was busy in the back kitchen.
Qing Mo lit a fire and said to Jin Xia, "Jin Xia, do you think your brother will open his bottle of nectar today?"
Jinxia broke off the green vegetables and laughed. "Brother Qingmo, I want to tell my brother that you have been thinking about the bottle of fairy wine that Santai gave him all day."
Black ink poured into the pot and then little jinxia head "hey you don’t care? Little conscienceless, who said that I was afraid that my brother would always have a cold face and have to move from Jinguangdong to Xiaozhulin to live with me? "
Jinxia threw the vegetables into the basin, washed them and gave them to the clear ink. "Okay, okay, I just want to taste the fairy wine."
"Shh" Qing Mo tore the vegetables into pieces of paths "Don’t let Nezha hear"