"Waaaaah, waaaah..."
The girl in my arms was crying loudly, her little face turned purplish-red, and tears were streaming down her face like they were free.
Master Xuankong hurriedly hugged the child tightly, trying to comfort him in a strained voice, like a strange uncle who had stolen a child.
"Don't cry, don't cry, Master will treat you to a meal~"
The girl pouted and cried even louder.
The cacophony of crying filled his ears, making his head spin. Master Xuankong regretted saving the little girl.
He's a ghost, a ghost who's been single for two thousand years, so he has no idea how to raise children.
How about we put the little girl back now and let her fend for herself?
No! This is a life!
Master Xuankong suppressed his urge to abandon the child and kept telling himself, "I am her master, she is my disciple, and we are a loving family."
"My disciple, Bai Wuchang, will surely become a renowned figure in the future, defeating a group of demons and monsters, such as Lao Fan, Xiao Yuyu, and even the Great Emperor of Fengdu."
"My apprentice is the boss, which means I'm the boss, and it also means the entire underworld is mine, haha."
Master Xuankong was daydreaming when the little girl suddenly stopped crying; her sobs sounded like a cat's meow.
"Holy crap! This is bad!"
"Kid, don't die!"
Master Xuankong rushed out of the forest, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Help! Is there any milk? Is there any doctor?"
At the foot of the mountain, there are villages, and it is dinnertime, so the villagers are all at home.
Hearing the pig-like screams, they put down their work and craned their necks to look outside.
The man was dressed in white robes and had a white beard. His hair was wrapped in a square scarf, and he wore a blue shirt, resembling a Taoist priest.
Aunt Hu pushed her husband aside and stepped forward, "Taoist priest, what's wrong?"
As she got closer, she noticed the child's purple face and immediately pried the old Taoist's hands off.
Master Xuankong screamed, "What are you doing? Are you trying to snatch a child?"
Aunt Hu swallowed hard. "You're holding him too tightly. The child can't breathe. Let go!"
Just as Master Xuankong loosened his grip, Aunt Hu snatched the child away and glared at him.
That look seemed to say: Human trafficker!
Master Xuankong hurriedly explained, "Um, she's my..."
He made up a lie, "This is my daughter, um!"
Aunt Hu ignored her, patted the little girl's back to calm her down, fed her some rice cereal, and coaxed her to sleep.
Master Xuankong breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at the little girl's face, which had returned to normal. "Thank you, ma'am, we're leaving now."
Aunt Hu stood in front, her face full of suspicion. "Is she your daughter?"
Master Xuankong remained silent, offering only a polite smile.
Aunt Hu looked him up and down. "You messy old man, you look seventy or eighty. You've got one foot in the grave, and you've given birth to such a lovely child?!"
Being unexpectedly rebuked, Master Xuankong smiled and said, "Of course, I'm leaving now."
Aunt Hu wouldn't let him off the hook, pressing him relentlessly: "What girl would want to marry a decrepit old man? Did you steal someone's child? Or did you force yourself on the girl?"
"Come with me to the police station and explain yourself!"
Alpaca!!
Master Xuankong cursed inwardly.
If he really goes to the police station, he's finished.
He is a ghost, and he has no identity card in the human world.
Grandma Hu shouted, "Grab your weapons and catch the human traffickers!"
"I'm not a human trafficker!!"
Master Xuan Kong's explanations were ineffective, so he could only pick up the little girl and run for his life until dawn, finally shaking off the people behind him.
"Hoo hoo hoo... My disciple, your master has sacrificed so much for you. You must grow up quickly and take good care of your master in the future..."
The little girl looked up and cried again.
Master Xuankong cursed inwardly, "Raising children is really difficult."
He learned this lesson: you shouldn't ask others for help.
Master Xuankong ran to the cemetery, grabbed a female ghost who had given birth, and came to ask her questions.
The female ghost said weakly, "My lord, the child is hungry."
Master Xuankong asked impatiently, "How do I raise it?"
The female ghost explained in detail: "First, prepare a comfortable house, with an area of no less than 200 square meters; then, buy clothes, pants, skirts, toys, dolls, a TV, baby bottles, formula, a sterilizer, shampoo, shower gel, a bathtub... Finally, spend more time with the child so that she can feel the warmth of home."
"In total, it's at least 500,000."
"Sir, you go and prepare the money. I'll keep an eye on the young master for you."
Master Xuankong stood there, mouth agape.
Oh no, kids are money-devouring monsters.
His wallet was lost.
Despite his complaints, Master Xuan Kong was borrowing money everywhere.
After borrowing from the human world, I'll borrow from the underworld.
His friends were all poor, and the only one with a secret stash of money was Cui Yu.
With his silver tongue, Master Xuankong borrowed 300,000 from Cui Yu, finally raising 500,000.
He built houses for his apprentices, bought them clothes, and played in the mud with them.
My disciple is not an unwanted child; she has the best master in the world.
His apprentice has everything that other children have.
...
Four years have passed in the blink of an eye, and the little girl from back then has grown up.
Her face was round and delicately beautiful, and her eyes seemed to be filled with little stars.
She squatted by the river, looking extremely serious, her small mouth opening and closing as if she were reciting something.
Master Xuankong floated out from the Ghost Gate, crept closer, intending to scare her.
He had only taken one step when the girl turned and ran away at lightning speed, without even glancing at him.
Master Xuankong had a bad feeling. "Disciple, what kind of talisman have you created this time?"
Lin Xi smiled, "Master, run!"
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a tremendous roar erupted from the river, and waves surged ashore, snapping nearby trees.
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