Hearing what Li Huowang said, Wu Qing, whose face was still swollen, snorted coldly, moved his stool with the bowl in hand, and turned his back to the young man who came out of the west wing.
"Heh, that seems stingy on my part, Senior Brother Li. You probably spent a lot of money to convince him, right?"
After he finished speaking, he walked straight to the lobby, picked up a beige steamed bun from the bowl and started to nibble on it.
"Hey~! You young man, how do you talk! You have a mother but not a mother, right?"
With Li Huowang's support, Wu Qing's aura is obviously different from when he was tied up last night.
Hearing that this old man dared to slander his mother, the fire in his heart instantly exploded. With a "Clang!", the long sword that was as sharp as iron was pulled out and pointed directly at Wu Qing's goat.
Beard. "If you have the guts, say it again!!"
"What are you doing?" Wu Qing's six sons and eight grandsons rolled up their sleeves as soon as they put the bowls down and surrounded him aggressively.
"Fuck his uncle, I'm afraid of you? Who dares to step forward and give it a try!! I have hundreds of lives in my hands! I'll add more as soon as possible. If you have the guts, take a step forward!"
Looking at the unkind eyes of these people in front of him, he instinctively felt extremely irritated, and his heartbeat could not help but speed up.
"Put down your sword and stand outside the door for me!" A shout broke the anxious atmosphere.
Seeing Li Huowang's expression turned serious, he knew that his senior brother was really angry. He glared at the Wu family members around him with disdain, sheathed his sword, turned and walked towards the door.
The voice of Senior Brother Li behind him continued to reach his ears. "Old man, young people have no hair on their lips. They all like to brag and say cruel things. In fact, they are all lies. This kid has never killed anyone."<
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"Hmph, this little kid is strong on the outside but very capable on the inside. How can I not see that? Oh, this kind of young boy thinks he is very capable. He is just a yellow-haired boy. I eat more salt than he eats rice."<
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When he heard this, he turned around angrily. What happened to him that he was young? He was no longer a man at the age of fourteen? This old man knew how to rely on his old age to sell his old age.
But when he felt Li Huowang's cold eyes on him, his heart skipped a beat and he ran out of the door quickly.
In the early morning, a thin layer of white mist appeared on the village road, and the air was very refreshing. He stretched his hands hard, then rolled up his patched cuffs and squatted on the ground.
Look at the ants.
"Hey, monk, why are you squatting?"
He stood up, straightened his yellow monk's robe, and clasped his hands politely to the white-haired girl in front of him. "Amitabha, you are so good, this poor monk is meditating."
"Haha, you monk is really interesting. You are like a child, watching ants move and talking about Zen."
Looking at the girl's slightly trembling white eyelashes, the monk suddenly became a little absent-minded, as if he remembered something.
But when he came back to his senses, he immediately lowered his head and began to recite Buddhist scriptures, his eyes no longer daring to meet the girl in front of him who had easily shaken his Buddhist heart.
"Please observe your Zen carefully. Goodbye."
Watching the girl enter the Wu family compound, he found that there were many unfamiliar faces in the courtyard that no one had ever seen before. "Are there any guests at Village Chief Wu's house? Why haven't you heard of them a few days ago?"
The monk stood there and looked at these strange-looking foreigners. Suddenly he slapped his forehead with his hand.
"What's wrong with me? Why am I like those talkative women in the village, inquiring about other people's family affairs? Monks don't care about everything, so I'd better go and recite my sutra." The monk quickly turned around and twirled his hands.
Buddha beads walked towards his temple.
As he walked, he saw a pool of dung on the ground. Before he could get closer, a child with a bamboo basket on his back rushed over. He picked up the cow dung and threw it towards the bamboo basket behind him. "This is my cow dung."
Shit! It’s mine!”
He immediately became anxious when he heard it, "What do you mean it's your cow's shit! I even said it was my cow's shit! No! This cow shit must be given to me!"
The child put his hands on his face and made a face at him, "Shame, shame! You are such an old man and you are fighting for cow dung with a child."
His old face suddenly turned red, and he raised his crutch to teach this boy who disrespected the elderly and cherished the young a lesson.
Seeing the other person making a face and running away quickly, he suddenly burst into laughter. "I'm so old, why are I still angry with a child?"
Using a crutch, he slowly came to the small courtyard where he had lived all his life, and slowly sat down on the rocking chair, quietly watching the fallen leaves of the trees in the yard, and recalling his ordinary life.
At this time, the teasing voice of an old neighbor came from the door. "Old Bones! You are eighty-four this year. As the old saying goes, seventy-three or eighty-four. If the King of Hell doesn't ask you to go, when will you go?
Ah? Hahaha~"
"Hey! This old guy just knows how to curse me and see if I don't curse him back."
Just when he was about to sit up from the rocking chair, he suddenly had a feeling in his heart that his time had come. I used to hear old people say that there are signs before death, but I didn't expect that there really were.
He felt that everything around him was getting smaller and smaller, and he seemed to be rising. His body was light and comfortable. "So... this is what death feels like?"
But the next moment, the surroundings suddenly changed and began to distort. Even his wrinkled face quickly became distorted.
Sometimes he becomes a teenager, sometimes he becomes a monk with a scar on his head, and he also tries to transform into an old woman.
But after several rapid changes, his face finally reshaped into that of a young man.
Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar white wall in front of him, he was stunned for a moment, and three ultimate questions popped up in his mind.
"Who am I? Where am I? What am I going to do?"
Coincidentally, two people in hospital clothes walked by the window, chatting as they walked.
"I'm different from you. I'm neurotic, not mentally ill. Neuropathy only refers to lesions in the central or peripheral nervous tissue. Neuropathy is simply stigmatized by mental illness! Look, people like Xiao Li are the ones who
Really mentally ill, talking nonsense and self-mutilation every day."
"Just stop saying a few words. This kid is also a pitiful person. He got such a serious disease at a young age."
"Will this kid Li Huowang still jump up and scold me? Hey, if that's the case, I'd rather be scolded."
"Li Huowang?" At this moment, Li Huowang remembered everything. After quickly reviewing what had just happened in his mind, he immediately understood everything.
The confusion on Li Huowang's face was quickly replaced by ferocious look, and he roared angrily.
"I am neither a monk nor an old man at all! I am Li Huowang! The eighteenth day of the twelfth lunar month stole my name!!"
This chapter has been completed!