"Ah?" Xi Yingzhen was suddenly on the wrong spot.
"What are you doing? Check our pulse to see how long we can survive?" The old man cursed again, turned around and said softly, "We are tired!"
After saying this, Pu Bucheng immediately waved his hand, and two strong young eunuchs trotted over and knelt down directly with the old man on their backs.
The old man leaned on his cane, sat firmly on the backs of the two eunuchs, and stretched out his hands.
"Master Dao took his pulse. Are you going to give up your life?" Xi Yingzhen swallowed and sweat appeared on his forehead.
As if he could see through his heart, the old man smiled disdainfully and said, "If I want to kill you, I won't kill you! Whoever we want to die at the third watch will dare to live beyond the fifth watch!" After that, he smiled disdainfully again,
"Hurry and check your pulse. If it works for you, we can let you live a few more years!"
Those words made Xi Yingzhen beat up in his heart and make his palms sweat.
He put his thin hand on the old man's pulse and lowered his eyes solemnly.
The wind blows gently, and time seems to stand still.
Xi Yingzhen's other hand slowly pulled at his sparse beard.
The old man's pulse was very chaotic, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, and then strong. He was very close to the old man, and his breathing seemed to have a noise like metal friction, and his pupils were cloudy and seemed to be covered with a layer of gray.
"I'm afraid his life is really short!" Xi Yingzhen thought to himself, "If it's just an illness, he can survive for a few years, but his body is so damaged that it's hard to save him with any medicine!"
"Isn't it a few days?" The old man suddenly asked in a calm voice.
Xi Yingzhen let go of his hand and said nothing.
But after thinking for a long time, he slowly said, "You have never been sick in your life, and when you are old, you don't get sick like others. In fact, some people get sick throughout their lives, but they are fine if they get sick more often."
, if your body is weak, you can survive for a few years no matter what you do. But you..."
"We understand!" The old man interrupted him, "I have never been sick like this, so I can't say that God suddenly died, right?" As he said, he suddenly smiled and said, "As the old saying goes, the stronger the body, the stronger it is.
The faster you die!"
Xi Ying really couldn't accept this.
"It doesn't matter if you die quickly, you won't be punished, and neither will your children and grandchildren!" The old man said calmly, and then his eyes suddenly became sharp, and he asked Xi Yingzhen, "Tell me, can you live to harvest next autumn if we pay for it?
"
"Actually, if it is properly managed, several autumn harvests can be achieved..."
"Okay!" The old man laughed suddenly, "From now on, you will follow us and nurse us back to health!" He said, glaring at the other party, "You'd better nurse us back to health, or we'll suddenly die one day.
, you old bastard will have to follow you all your life!"
Xi Ying really wanted to give himself a slap on the spot, "Why are you so mouthy!"
At this time, I heard the old man sighing faintly, "If you can really let us live a few more years and see the autumn harvests a few more times, I will reward you with this lineage. Is it the fucking Longhu Mountain or something? I will reward you with the Taoism.
The festival field!”
"I will offer you sacrifices to heaven, and allocate money to you to cultivate Taoism and temples! Let you old Taoists ride on the heads of those bald donkeys!"
Apart from being frightened, Xi Yingzhen was also ecstatic.
Although Taoism has a long history, it has always been overwhelmed by monks throughout the ages.
Firstly, the monks are eloquent and eloquent, and they often talk about past and present lives, which makes people have to believe it. Secondly, in fact, throughout the dynasties, rulers used Buddhism to control the people, but deliberately distanced themselves to prevent Taoism.
Monks are like pigs. They can be killed after being fattened. The destruction of Buddha has happened many times throughout the ages. As the saying goes, a monk who can escape cannot escape from the temple. But Taoism is different. To destroy the Tao? Even if it takes a lot of trouble.
Moreover, Taoism has many precedents of instigating people to rebel.
Take the White Lotus Sect of the former Dayuan Dynasty as an example. In fact, its roots are still Taoism, but it is just covered in the skin of Buddha.
Now the old man opened his mouth to offer sacrifices to the field so that Taoists could truly be superior to monks. Thinking about this, Xi Ying really trembled all over.
But immediately he became frightened again. The man in front of him said that giving meant giving, but as he said himself, when he was giving, he had already begun to think about how to get it back in the future.
"What is the use of the things outside of me?" Xi Yingzhen thought for a long time and said, "Even if you give me a mountain of gold, I won't be able to see it even if you are a poor man!" But suddenly, something came to his mind, "Why does Zhu Chong treat the autumn harvest so much?
Obsession, what does it mean to watch the autumn harvest for a few more years?"
"Transparent!" The old man laughed, stood up with a cane, and nuzzled his chin towards Po Tian, "Go and work!"
"Ah?" Xi Yingzhen was stunned, "Isn't Pindao following you..."
"You have to work after me!" The old man glared, "We don't have anything to eat here!"
Xi Yingzhen had no choice but to walk into the field, and his clumsy behavior made the old man laugh.
"You monks, you came from some kind of family, you are not diligent in your limbs and don't distinguish between grains and grains. You only know how to rely on believers for food. You are worse than beggars. The beggars even say thank you for your kindness. It's better for you to cheat and drink all your life."
So what, you can still lie and feel at ease!"
"Those things you said were all done by bald donkeys!" Xi Yingzhen cried out.
As he said this, he walked silently to Lan Yu, who happened to be using a gourd and ladle to pick up manure and sprinkle it along the field ridge.
The green liquid had a foul smell, which made Xi Yingzhen's chest and abdomen tremble.
"vomit!"
Caught off guard, he vomited out all the food he had eaten the night before, which happened to hit Lan Yu in the face.
Lan Yu's body suddenly froze, "Damn, these are new shoes!"
"vomit!"
"Go, go, go!" Lan Yu pushed Xi Yingzhen away. He was careful not to get wet with manure when he was working. At this time, he suddenly lost his footing due to his strength. With a clang, the barrel fell over and the manure was spread all over the floor.
"Lan Xiaoer, you are really a dead dog. You are also a child from a poor family, and you can't even do any work?" the old man scolded from the side.
"I...I have forgotten it a long time ago!" Lan Yu said aggrievedly, waving a gourd and ladle, "I followed my brother-in-law to rob Taoism when I was twelve years old, and later followed you to kill the Tatars..."
He waved his gourd and ladle, and the liquid on it splashed.
"Hey, hey, hey!" It landed squarely on Xi Yingzhen's shoulder, and the latter jumped all over the ground as if struck by lightning, "Lanyu, Taoist master, I'm your uncle!"
"Hahaha!" Seeing this scene, the old man laughed happily.
Then he leaned on his cane and slowly sat on the backs of the two eunuchs behind him.
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Xi Yingzhen and Lan Yu worked in the fields for a while and came down from the fields covered in dregs. They both looked at each other with disgust and sat in the pavilion under the slope field.
The old man came over with a cane and sat down in the pavilion. He waved his hand and said, "Let's eat!"
For lunch, we had steamed buns, stewed cabbage, fried shredded radish, a two-pound carp, and a pot of sleeve soup.
"Eat!" The old man broke open a steamed bun and handed it to Lan Yu.
"minister....."
"Eat, we didn't always come here like this during the war!" the old man said in a low voice, "I just gave you a steamed bun, don't thank me falsely!"
Hearing this, Lan Yu lowered her head.
Then he sighed and just put the steamed bun to his mouth. He looked at Xi Yingzhen, grabbed a steamed bun and threw it over.
"Um..." Xi Ying really thought about it, "Do you have any wine?"
"Which farmer drinks at noon and still works in the afternoon?" the old man said angrily.
Xi Yingzhen lowered his head, took a bite of the steamed bun angrily, and suddenly shouted, "Lanyu, why don't you grab the steamed bun for Taoist Master before you wash your hands?"
Lan Yu rolled her eyes at him, "I just killed someone before, and there was still blood on my hands. I just grabbed the steamed buns and ate them. How can you be so fussy and particular!"
"No...you just finished pooping!" Xi Yingzhen shouted, and then he was about to spit out the steamed bun in his mouth.
"Spoiling food?" the old man said angrily.
In an instant, Xi Yingzhen swallowed it again. No matter how much he ate it, he felt that the steamed bun was a bit salty.
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