My Koi Sister is Three and a Half Years Old

Chapter 224: Little Fubao is embarrassed

“Only gods can pick this golden lotus. Cheng’enhou Mansion is really a good place for ancestors.”

 “You are a blessed one.”

“It’s more useful to have a daughter than to have ten sons.” Everyone complimented Mrs. Li in a low voice.

　　Li suffered a sense of frustration from Yan Suisui, and her pride at this moment was indescribable.

The moment Yan Jiaojiao touched the lotus stem with her hands, the smile on her face faltered slightly.

I saw that the originally glorious lotus pond seemed to be stained by something. In a blink of an eye...

 The entire lotus pond's fairy energy dispersed, and the golden light dissipated...

The lotus flowers in the pond dropped their petals one after another, and the fallen petals turned into light little by little and disappeared before everyone's eyes.

 The golden light disappeared little by little.

 Just in the blink of an eye, the entire lotus pond withered.

 The mature golden lotus in Yan Jiaojiao's hand was the worst.

 The entire plant turned black and withered, turning into a dead flower.

　　The whole audience was shocked.

 It happened so fast that no one had time to react.

Yan Jiaojiao was stunned on the spot. With a slight movement of her fair hand, the black golden lotus turned into ashes.

 At this moment, the light in the eyes of all the monks was extinguished.

"How...how could this happen?" The prayer beads in the abbot's hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

 The prayer beads were scattered on the ground and rolled everywhere.

"How could this happen? The golden lotus is in full bloom, the lotus seeds are ripe, and suddenly..."

"This lotus pond has existed for thousands of years. It has not bloomed, produced fruits, or withered for thousands of years. How could it happen now..." The little novice monk's eyes turned red.

This lotus pond has been the belief of all the monks in Huguo Temple for thousands of years.

 “She’s not a fake, is she?” a lady couldn’t help but say.

 After speaking, he suddenly came back to his senses and covered his mouth tightly.

But these words made people couldn't help but look at Yan Jiaojiao and think more.

"I heard that a twin sister from the Marquis has returned..." This was only half of what he said. Everyone knows that the one who finally found the Marquis has never acknowledged her in public.

 This shows the eccentricity of the Houfu.

Yan Jiaojiao felt her heart was hit hard. She also heard everyone's comments and was suspicious, but she didn't dare to show any signs of strangeness and swallowed the fishy smell in her mouth.

Why! Once she comes back, she can easily destroy everything she worked so hard to build!

 She turned around with tears in her eyes and looked at the Imperial Master innocently.

"Master...disciple is afraid. Is it because Jiaojiao is not worthy of being a goddess? Is it because Jiaojiao is too indifferent to her fellow sisters and has made the gods dislike her?" Yan Jiaojiao looked innocent.

The Imperial Master frowned slightly, held her hand and asked her to stand behind him.

 He blocked the abbot's gaze.

 The abbot took a deep breath and looked at the imperial master.

"It's not your fault. Even my fellow sisters will be jealous of your existence. After all, you are a unique and doting little goddess in the world." The national master patted her gently, trying to reassure her.

 But his brows furrowed slightly.

 What went wrong?

"There has been an unexpected incident in the temple. Please disperse. The Huguo Temple will be closed for three days. Please come back in three days." The abbot turned his head and said to everyone. The monks calmed down their emotions and personally escorted everyone out of the temple.

But no one noticed that the stoic masters didn't look good.

 Their faith is gone.

 Directly in front of them, it disappeared into ashes.

 "Cheng'enhou's residence is here to stay." The abbot nodded slightly to Mrs. Li.

Mr. Li's face turned pale slightly. She looked at Yan Jiaojiao and felt a little uneasy in her heart.

 The old lady was also full of concern.

 I didn’t notice at all that there was another five-year-old girl in the house who never followed me.

"Jiaojiao, you go to Mrs. Li first. Master will come to find you later." After the national master finished speaking, he hurriedly followed the abbot into the Zen courtyard.

 The door of the Zen room is closed.

 The coldness on the abbot's face fell.

“What about your merits? What about your cultivation? Are you really sure it’s her? What should you do if something goes wrong?”

“Is your waiting for hundreds of years really final?” The abbot looked at him steadily.

 The National Master has always had a close relationship with the Huguo Temple.

Externally, the national preceptor and the abbot often discuss Buddhism.

 In fact, privately the abbot has always respected the imperial master.

A few years ago, the abbot discovered that there has always been a person in the Huguo Temple, appearing in every generation, while looking through the books of the Huguo Temple.

 First generation.

  Second generation.

The third generation, the fourth generation and the fifth generation... The inheritance book of Huguo Temple will record the people of each generation who have made significant contributions to the temple.

 They will also describe their faces.

 As for the national preceptor, he exists in every generation.

 But every time he was recorded, he was kept secretive and his existence was never mentioned.

 The abbot didn't know how long he had existed, he only knew that he was looking for someone aimlessly.

"Huiyuan, you are still as good-tempered as when you were a child. You are the abbot, but you have to achieve all four things." The Imperial Master glanced at him and walked to the window.

I saw that the flowers in the courtyard were withering rapidly.

 “It’s her. I’m sure it’s her.”

 The Imperial Master sighed lowly.

“Actually, I was sure it was her back then.”

"Her aura has always been different from that of all gods. How could I admit that she was wrong when she came?"

“And in the past few years, her aura has often leaked out, and I have never missed it.” The national master waved his hand.

 “It’s just that... something seems to have gone wrong.”

 The Imperial Master rubbed his brows.

Tiandao, who had obviously favored her in the past, had seriously injured her several times.

“What about that golden lotus just now? When she touched it, the whole pond of lotus flowers fell.”

 The Imperial Master chuckled lightly.

"Hui Neng, if you care about that golden lotus, I will give you a big bag after she returns to her throne. She has eaten up the lotus seat of the Bodhisattva."

 The abbot sighed.

"Perhaps it's because she hasn't returned to her position yet, and the aura of the gods is not strong enough. It's just a golden lotus, nothing."

 The Imperial Preceptor is a little tired.

 He has stayed in the mortal world for too long, and there is not much cultivation and merit left in him.

Now that all of it is given to Yan Jiaojiao, he will also experience birth, old age, illness and death like a mortal.

The abbot frowned. In fact, he always felt that Yan was delicate and did not look like a goddess.

“She has already made it obvious. She can summon the phantoms of gods for birth predictions, annual sacrifices, and annual summons to gods. No one in the world can do it except her.”

“There are three days left before the ceremony to summon the gods, just watch it.”

"Maybe it was her compatriot sister who influenced her." There was a hint of indifference in the eyes of the national master. He looked indifferent to everyone except Yan Jiaojiao.

"Everything was going well for Jiaojiao, but since the news about her sister came out, accidents have happened frequently. She is soft-hearted after all, and her sister has affected her mood."

“She wants to be close to her sister. She is ignorant, but she is jealous of everything Jiaojiao has.” A look of awe flashed in the eyes of the Imperial Master.

The Imperial Master chuckled lightly and pushed the door open.

Outside the door, a chubby little girl was tiptoeing past the door.

 The Imperial Master paused in his steps.

When he saw Suisui, his heart beat suddenly, painfully and violently.

 The Imperial Master gently held his heart, his eyes locked on Suisui.

Suisui's waist is bent, and even the round bulging clothes she wears can't block her protruding belly.

The little girl didn't expect to meet anyone, so she looked at him in shock.



　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　…

 A slippery fish slipped out of her bulging cotton-padded jacket.

It wags its tail and jumps on the ground.

The atmosphere suddenly became silent.

 This koi was raised in the wishing pond.

 The Imperial Master’s eyelids twitched.

 He was so crazy that he almost regarded this little thief as a goddess.

 It’s not like this. The goddess in his memory shouldn’t be like this.

 She has never been so greedy.

She is pure and pure, cold and arrogant. She is the proudest orchid on the top of the sacred mountain.

 Don’t touch it, don’t look directly at it.

 The Imperial Master turned around and left without hesitation.

Suisui turned around and glanced at him.

 It’s strange, I’ve never seen it before, but the smell looks familiar.

 (End of this chapter)