"Hey, you guys say that in the afternoon, I mean, can the man who shot the Japanese devils be bull's nose and bald?" Some villagers mentioned again the topic they didn't discuss this afternoon.

At that time, the dozen or so Japanese soldiers were about to rush into the village, but the gunshots on the opposite side rang out.

Although the villagers were timid after escaping back to their homes, they finally had the courage to look back, so they saw the scene of the Japanese soldier being shot.

As for Wang Xiaodan kicking the Japanese army, the villagers didn't see it, just because Wang Xiaodan's kick had already kicked it.

Since someone shot at the Japanese soldiers, there is no doubt that the person who shot at the Japanese soldiers became their hero.

But the villagers were not sure who the hero was who shot.

Two pairs of masters and apprentices live on the mountain opposite.

For those who don’t believe in anything, such as the pig killer in the village, he said that there was an old bald man living on the mountain opposite, with a little bald man living, and an old cow with a little cow's nose.

But there are also people in the village who believe in Buddhism and Taoism. They call the old monk the master, the silly little monk the little master, the old Taoist master, and the little Taoist master Qingfeng Xiaodao.

The people in Suli Village naturally have contacts with monks and Taoist priests.

The villagers gave some food to the monks and Taoists. The monk recited scriptures to the villagers' dead, and the monks consecrated the long-lived lock on the children's neck. The Taoists drew a talisman to drive away ghosts and saw external diseases.

The monk is responsible for the theoretical level, saying "all dharmas are impermanent, and all dharmas have no self" and "Do not do good deeds in any evil"

The Taoist priest is responsible for technical aspects, telling fortunes to the villagers, and telling them which day is suitable for weddings and funerals, which day is suitable for the God of Wealth in the East and which day is not suitable for traveling far away.

So the relationship between lay people and monks is still good.

Since the bullets were fired from Wohu Mountain, how could the villagers not remember the monk and Taoist priest?

"I think they should have done this. We don't know whether the old monk is powerful or not, but the Taoist priest has a crossbow.

Do you remember that one year when we went up the mountain, we saw that little Taoist priest shot rabbits with crossbows!" At this time, a villager said.

"Yes, it's because of this. The little Taoist priest's arrow shot very accurately. A rabbit dozens of feet away was shot on his butt with one arrow." Since we were talking about it, someone must know about this, some villagers began to agree.

"Hey, I remembered it when you said that, that little Taoist priest shot the rabbit in the end. The old monk stopped doing it, and he still had a dispute with the old Taoist!" This topic aroused further memories from the third villager.

Although monks and Taoists live on the Huhu Mountain, there are still differences between Buddhism and Taoism.

At least Buddhism talks about not killing. Although Taoism also explains the truth and desires, people do not say that they do not kill. Besides, Taoist priests with hairpins can still be married, but monks can't do it. If monks want to get married, you have to return to secular life.

At this time, the villagers said everything about this, but they all remembered the others without witnesses.

At that time, when monks debated with Taoists, it was a battle of verbalism, so naturally they could not win or lose.

The final outcome was that the old Taoist priest and the little Taoist priest made a pot of meat outside their Taoist temple and drank rabbit soup to the onlookers. The old monk and the little monk smelled the aroma of the broth and chanted the sutras and salvation for the poor rabbit outside their small temple.

But it sounds strange. Logically speaking, the Taoist priest also eats meat, but the little Taoist priest Qingfeng is also strong, but no matter what, he is not as stupid as the young monk who has always been vegetarian. As for what is the purpose of this, no one can tell what it is.

"Stop talking about it, that little Qingfeng shot a good arrow, but where did they get the gun?" Some villagers finally returned to the topic amid the discussions of the crowd, and that person was Zhang Er, the most knowledgeable in the village. "Besides, even if they had guns, they have lived on this mountain for more than ten years. When did you see them shooting?

Although we have never hunted, we can figure it out that the guns shot from the opposite side must be more than a hundred feet long. Who can still have the shooting skills without practicing the gun? Those ten Japanese soldiers were killed by others!

Besides, those monks are unwilling to care about the right and wrong of ordinary people, and the Japanese soldiers did not go to Wohu Mountain, so they dared to stand up for us. I don’t believe it anyway!”

If Zhang Er is really a sensible person, he directly convinced the villagers after his analysis, yes, even if the monk and Taoist priest had a gun, it would be unlikely that they would stand up for them.

"If I follow my second brother, would there be an amazing hero on the other side?" Some villagers analyzed according to Zhang Er's idea.

"Who knows, who can tell me clearly?" Zhang Er shook his head.

The villagers continued to discuss, but no one noticed that Wang Xiaodan, who had been lying on the wall, had his eyes lit up.

There was an amazing hero opposite? The unintentional words of a villager made Wang Xiaochang feel excited.

In this world, if a person is already old and knows his destiny, he will live one day.

But any young man, even the most bearable person, still has a heroic dream!

Wang Xiaodan is timid, but timidity does not prevent him from having his own heroic dream.

As for dreams, people will have different dreams at different times.

Take Wang Xiaodan as an example. He was poor since he was a child. His father died when he was ignorant. His mother was also sick. Since he became sensible, his first dream was to have a rattle like Eryatou in the village.

Oh, that little play throwing is so fun. With a swaying hand, the sound of "dongdongdong" and "dongdongdongdong" keeps ringing.

When he got older, his mother's body became increasingly ineffective. At this time, he wanted to become a country man who could cure all kinds of diseases, and could bring back his mother's life, or ride a crane like a legendary figure to steal Ganoderma lucidum and pull back his mother's foot that had already stepped into the gate of hell.

Later, his mother was gone, and after experiencing something, he had a new dream.

This dream starts with what he experienced again. Once, he was beaten up by Qian Dahu, two tigers, three tigers, and three tigers in the village!

And this time the stimulation to Wang Xiaodan was particularly great!

Actually, if you want to say that the villagers know that he is timid, sometimes he just scares him, which means that he usually says a few harsh words to him and waves his fists at him. In the words of the villagers, Wang Xiaodan may be scared to sleep for the middle of the night. Who would have the same knowledge as him?

But this time there is a reason for this!
Chapter completed!