Yan Nanxi, a native of the Qing Dynasty, was only one step away from ascension, but was struck to death by lightning.
Many years later, the aftermath of her senior brother's tribulation woke her up.
Master: Baby, you still have to accumulate merit before you can ascend again.
So the three-and-a-half-year-old ancestor who was driven down the mountain set his sights on the Yan family, the richest man in the city - it was said that this family had no daughters for three generations, had profound merits and was riddled with purple energy.
Yan Nanxi squatted on the roadside and counted with her fingers: Well, it's Pengci!
From then on, the Yan family had a little ancestor who was favored by the group.
The richest man's father thought he had picked up a cute girl, but the little ancestor pointed at the fourth brother's back on the first day: "You have a little sister lying on your body, her tongue is so long~"
The whole family was so frightened that they invited a Taoist priest all night.
The Taoist priest came and saw her playing with folding paper cranes using talismans. He knelt down and said, "Senior, have mercy on me!"
Later, the whole Internet knew——
The three-and-a-half-year-old top celebrity who became famous on the Internet by catching ghosts and telling fortunes is actually an ancestor who has been practicing Buddhism for three hundred years.
Yan Nanxi hugged the bottle and sighed: It's hard to accumulate merit, hard to catch ghosts, and you still have to find time to do your kindergarten homework.
Until one day, the gate to heaven suddenly shook.
The mysterious man who was rescued by Yan Nanxi from Li Gui gently pushed open the Tianmen, turned around and rubbed her little crotch: "Miss Key, I haven't seen you for three hundred years, why haven't you grown up yet?"
Yan Nanxi's eyes widened: Wait, this breath is... The thunder that killed me back then? !
