Monk Jingchen saw her face turn pale with fear at his words, and immediately felt guilty. He quickly explained, "No, you misunderstood me. What I meant was that people with your bloodline just have difficulty conceiving, not that they can't. It's still possible, it's possible."
At this time, Zhang Meng didn't hear his explanation at all. Her mind was on the things of the previous generation.
She now finally understood why she had no children in her previous life. Was it because of this?
Could it be that she was reborn in this life, had someone who loved her, and a happy family, and everything had changed, but the issue of offspring could not be changed?
The more Zhang Meng thought about it, the paler her face became.
Gu Mingtai felt her hands getting colder and colder, and was startled. He quickly turned her face over so that they were facing each other. "Xiao Meng, look at me, look at me."
Finally regaining consciousness, Zhang Meng's lost eyes, cold as a chill, grabbed his hand and called out his name with a trembling voice, "Gu Mingtai."
"I'm here, I'm here, don't be afraid. Even if we don't have children in this life, it doesn't matter. Having you in my life is enough." Gu Mingtai grabbed her hand and kissed it on her mouth.
Knowing that he couldn't cry, he just couldn't help it. Zhang Meng's eyes turned red, and tears slid down the corners of his eyes, "Don't you want to be a father?"
Gu Mingtai wiped her tears distressedly, "No, I don't want to. Having you in my life is enough. I don't have parents anyway, so it doesn't matter whether there are descendants or not. As long as the two of us can be together for the rest of our lives, I will be satisfied."
Although his words didn't sound very sweet, they made her feel warm in her heart.
Monk Jingchen, who was listening to these sour words, snorted and said again, "Can you listen to me first before you make love?"
The young couple paused and glanced at him. Monk Jingchen snorted again and said arrogantly, "Although the book says that descendants of Nuwa like you have difficulty bearing children, it doesn't say that they can't. According to that ancient book, descendants of Nuwa have given birth to children. So, you still have a chance of becoming parents. Just don't be too pessimistic."
Zhang Meng wiped away her tears, sweeping away her previous pessimism, revealing a radiant glow of confidence, "Yes, since someone has experienced it, it means I can do it too."
Gu Mingtai glanced at Monk Jingchen and gave him a warning look, telling him to speak less.
After calming down, Zhang Meng suddenly remembered what she had promised the Bull-Headed Yin Envoy.
"Master Jingchen, do you know anyone who can make paper figurines?"
Monk Jingchen, who was pulling out weeds again, looked up at her again and asked, "Why would you look for someone like this?"
Zhang Meng explained a little embarrassedly what she had promised to the Bull-Headed Yin Envoy.
"Since the destruction of the Four Olds, people who knew this kind of skills were either overthrown or died," said Monk Jingchen regretfully.
Zhang Meng said dejectedly, "If it can't be found, what should I do? I promised that Yin Shi that I would burn a bicycle for him."
"Yes, I can. I can teach you." Monk Jingchen puffed out his chest and said.
Seeing her eyes wide with disbelief, Gu Mingtai smiled and explained to her, "From now on, all rituals in the temple will be handled by the master alone."
When Monk Jingchen heard his disciple reveal his past, he raised his head even higher.
Zhang Meng looked at Monk Jingchen happily, "Master Jingchen, please teach me." Monk Jingchen touched his beard, was proud for a while, and nodded slightly.
Next, Zhang Meng followed Monk Jingchen for two and a half days before she barely learned how to make paper figurines.
"Master, why can't we draw eyes on this paper figure? Without eyes, the paper figure will look very unlike anything else, right?" Zhang Meng asked, holding up a paper figure he had made.
Monk Jingchen was smoking. He had recently learned the habit from an old man in the village. It was amazing that the old man seemed to be obsessed with smoking since he started. He even forced his disciple Gu Mingtai to buy him a big bag of tobacco, and he was enjoying smoking it now.
"Well, there's a taboo in the paper figurine-making business. That's not to draw eyes on the figures. As the saying goes, the finishing touch is the best part of a painting. If eyes are drawn on the paper figure, it will be imbued with spiritual energy and will attract ghosts. The person making the paper figure will suffer bad luck at best, or even a bloody disaster at worst. Do you understand?"
"I understand." Zhang Meng nodded heavily.
"Well, you made this paper figurine very well. It seems you were born to do this job."
Zhang Meng took a look at the paper figure she had made. Although it was a bit rough, it looked quite realistic.
Afterwards, Zhang Meng tried to make it for two days, and only after making sure that he had the skills to do it did he boldly make a bicycle and burned it to the Bull-Headed Yin Envoy underground.
On the same night that she burned the bicycle for it, Zhang Meng had a dream. In the dream, the Ox-Headed Demon came to thank her on the bicycle she burned for it, saying that it had gained power in the underworld because of the bicycle.
After completing the task from the girl in red, Zhang Meng began to live a comfortable life again.
Perhaps it was because everything was peaceful these past two weeks, but the number of people looking for her could be counted on one hand. With nothing better to do, she'd resort to drawing talismans, and when she had time, she'd brush up on the paper figurine-making technique that Monk Jingchen had taught her.
Half a month passed like this.
This morning, the Zhang family, young and old, were sitting together eating breakfast when Xiaobao's anxious little figure appeared in the house.
"Sister Xiaomeng, please go to my house and see Brother Changsheng as soon as possible. He came back acting strangely today. No matter how I called him, he refused to come out to see me. Something must have happened to him."
After Xiaobao mentioned this, Zhang Meng finally remembered the matter of immortality.
Ever since I took Changsheng to find his family last time, the guy has been staying in that house every day. Sometimes I don’t know if I can see him for ten days or half a month.
Because of his absence, Xiaobao's business was much worse. Zhang Meng immediately put down the dishes in her hands and followed Xiaobao to his house.
Ever since Changsheng followed Xiaobao, Zhang Meng placed a tablet for Changsheng on the roof of Xiaobao's house.
Soon, a big one and a small one climbed up the shed with a ladder.
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