A wedding is a contract that declares to society that the lives of a man and a woman will overlap.

The wedding between Taiwu Xixi and Wang Pingan cannot be considered a wedding.

Their fateful union was so hasty, just like those children in the world, they had no one to notify and no one to entertain. They were always alone.

The Taoist priest asked softly: "Xixi, aren't you afraid that I will change my mind?"

"Afraid, but you should also be afraid that I will change my mind."

"I am indeed afraid, after all, you are so kind."

"Then in order to prevent me from changing my mind, you should go back as soon as you have eaten. Next, I will go with the Buddha to clear the sword tomb."

"I'll accompany you."

"No, you don't have any martial arts skills now, have you forgotten?"

"...I can protect you even without martial arts."

Taiwu Xixi sighed, "No, you are too weak."

The Taoist priest's heart was clenched. My little sister is not normal, really.

"Don't take any chances."

"With the Buddha here, there can be no danger."

Wang Ping'an knelt down beside Lu Zhengkang, "I beg you, Buddha, to protect Taiwu. I am willing to use it..."

"No!" Taiwu Xixi yelled, "What's wrong with you? Get up quickly, we're eating."

Nothing can disturb the orthodoxy of the three meals.

The Taoist priest stood up sadly, sat down on his seat, his expression returned to normal, and he started chewing food.

Everyone needs to eat, and gods will not refuse delicious food.

At the dinner table, different people, people of different levels, genders, thoughts, and states, all have the most essential title of diners.

Whether you gorge yourself on something or chew slowly, eating is the most humane activity.

How do Buddhists eat? They just eat normally, without any bells and whistles. They just hold a bowl in their left hand and chopsticks in their right hand, take a mouthful of vegetables and a mouthful of rice, chew it, and then swallow it.

Perhaps there is absolutely no need to say what is extraordinary about him. The dinner table is a place that is free from mystery, and those around the table are all secular people.

During the meal, everyone ate neither quickly nor slowly. After a few mouthfuls, little Mo's girl pursed her lips, sat on a high back chair, swayed her feet, her skirt swayed low, and her wandering eyes

There are bright reflections, like endless birds, flitting between the green mountains and the sky.

Taiwu Xixi repeatedly made sure that the little girl was full, and then she started to enjoy the delicious food she had cooked.

The Taoist priest was also full and lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

Bai Zimo chatted with Lu Zhengkang.

"Lord Buddha, when will you attack Xiangshu?"

"If it goes faster, it will be before dawn; if it goes slower, it will only take a week."

"How many of the living beings, plants, trees, and animals in this world do you think can survive until the next era?"

"There is no need to test, I will not give up on anyone who wants to live."

"What do we need to do?"

"Whatever I ask for is private, and whatever you do is private. Who do you think I'm dealing with?"

"On the same day?"

"Yes. Ordinary people seek profit, and wise men seek fame. What do you think I ask for?"

"You don't ask for anything, and if you ask for anything, it's the lower realm."

"Laojun is right when he says that you should do everything without doing anything. I also want nothing without asking for anything."

Their intermittent words were interspersed with the chattering of chopsticks and plates, and the grinding of lips and teeth. It was as groggy as the babble of an old woman, especially in such a dark night, where the smoke of fireworks intertwined with a certain implicit sense of crisis in human hearts.

Weird winds blew chaotically in all directions, and some mosquitoes also became active, dancing into a fuzzy ball in mid-air, forming a living system.

At this time, a pale-faced man in white came over the western horizon. His body was covered with dirt. His good robe was in tatters. There were broken chains on his wrists. He shrunk and tied his hands and feet, and walked to the table.

, staring at the food in a daze.

Taiwu Xixi hurriedly put down his bowls and chopsticks, and asked the Taoist priest to bring a chair. He turned around and greeted this uninvited stranger: "You must be hungry. You are a guest. Let's have a meal together."

The weirdo slowly took his eyes away from the dining table and stared at Taiwu Xixi again.

"You are... Taiwu..."

Xixi nodded, "Yes, I am indeed Taiwu's successor."

The weirdo continued to mutter to himself, "You are Taiwu." This time he used an affirmative tone.

The Taoist priest moved a chair, added a pair of bowls and chopsticks, and asked, "What is the name of this guest?"

"Well... when we come down the mountain... we need to be called..." The weirdo tilted his head and thought, his dull eyes like goldfish floating on the water, "Shang Ran... Xia Chen."

Taiwu smiled mischievously, "Is your name Ranchen? It sounds like a Taoist slogan, Ping An, what do you say?"

The Taoist priest stepped forward and said, "I am a poor Taoist, but I have seen this dear friend before."

Bai Zimo also stood up and said hello, "I am Bai Zimo from Jiangnan. My dear friend, you are polite."

Little Mo Nu was a little afraid of this weirdo for some reason, so she bowed uprightly.

Lu Zhengkang looked at this man, smiled and said nothing.

Ranchenzi murmured: "The Taoist name...is given by the master, please be polite."

Wang Ping'an asked: "Where did Brother Tao come from?"

Ranchenzi pointed to the east, "Beyond the East China Sea... Wubi Island... Chaishan..."

Taiwu Xixi smiled and pulled Ranchen to the seat, "Let's talk while eating."

Although Ranchenzi was dirty, there was no peculiar smell. He just looked a little out of place in the normal world. He was holding the bowl and staring at the dishes, but he didn't know how to use chopsticks to pick them up.

Wang Ping'an saw Taiwu Xi looking eager to try, so he quickly took the initiative to pick up food for the strange guest.

A table of food was not enough to serve as leftovers, but it was not enough to greet the guests. Taiwu Xi went to the Pure Land to cook again, brought several jars of wine, and poured it for the guests.

Ranchenzi took the food into his mouth and chewed it silently. At this time, Bai Zimo asked again: "How did the Taoist Master know Taiwu's successor?"

This weirdo was really weird. He didn't even swallow his food and started talking in a daze. Not only was his voice muffled, but the rice flakes flew out of his mouth like a group of ants on the run, which made people frown.

"The shape is...soul, reincarnation is broken...the expression is chaotic..." After saying this, Ranchenzi hurriedly shut up, pulled up the corners of his mouth with his tattered sleeves, looked down at the small pile of rice on the table, and became stunned.

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Taiwu Xixi came out with a few plates of cold dishes. Seeing this chaos, he couldn't help but blame the swordsman for bullying the guests.

"I'm not, I didn't... okay." Bai Zimo shut up in anger.

Wang Ping'an asked: "I don't know why my brother came here to find my wife?"

"I brought a few...old books from home...to give to Taiwu..." He still stared at the rice grains until the younger sister used a rag to clean up the table.

"Brother Taoist, I wonder where the book is?"

"It's a pity that I met a bad person... all fourteen volumes of books escaped... I failed to live up to the trust of my old friend."

Everyone was speechless.

Taiwu Xixi asked: "I wonder who the so-called old friend is?"

"You are not...a person, you cannot...say."

Wang Ping'an asked: "Is this a book that an old friend asked Brother Tao to send?"

"An old friend said... Taiwu has low abilities... he needs to read more books..."

The younger sister chuckled, "I'm really not that good at it, but with the Buddha here, even if the Prime Minister comes, it's just a matter of raising his hand."

Ranchenzi looked at Lu Zhengkang quickly and murmured: "The sage in the sky...has seen the great scholar."

"Fellow Taoist, you are polite."

Bai Zimo continued to ask: "But I don't know what the names of these fourteen volumes are?"

Ranchenzi's eyes lit up, and he straightened his waist slightly, "The first one is "Hundred Heart without Words", the second is "White Clothes Xinghua", the third is "Comprehensive Thousand Dharmas", the fourth is "Xianglongyan"..." His fluent words were suddenly interrupted, and he was immediately discouraged.

"That's all...the book...has escaped."

The swordsman laughed and said: "In this world, there are people who steal treasures, there are people who steal weapons, and there are even people who steal books."

Ranchenzi shook his head seriously, and even put down the bowl, "In the world...people call it...an unworldly mystery...it has been lost for more than three hundred years...everyone in the world admires it...everyone takes it away...

"

In this way, there are fourteen magical secret books.

"Then who snatched the book away?"

"A five-year-old naughty boy from a neighboring village... was thrown into the river... and was searched for three days, but to no avail..."

Bai Zimo looked strange and muttered secretly, "The boys in Nancun bullied me into being old and weak..."

Ranchenzi glared at him angrily and stood up to leave.

Taiwu Xixi quickly persuaded him to stay, "Please ask the Taoist priest to have a meal before leaving!"
Chapter completed!