When the old Taoist returned to the ancestral temple, Chang Xing was still standing on the wooden post. He did not shake at all, but stood very comfortably. Seeing the old Taoist coming, Chang Xing smiled and said: "Master, I have been standing for a long time.
, hurry up and cook, Xingbao is hungry."
"Are you lying to Master? If you have been standing for a long time, how can you still stand so steadily?" The old Taoist didn't believe it. Yesterday, he cried for his father while standing at the stand, but today he doesn't feel tired at all?
The little mouth immediately pursed, tears began to well up in the eyes, and there was a possibility of a flash flood in a second.
"It seems that Xing'er has improved his kungfu so much that he still looks like he is playing when standing on it. If he were an ordinary child, he would probably cry every day while standing there." The old Taoist praised.
When Chang Xing heard this, he had to hold back his tears. If he shed tears, he would not be like an ordinary child. Who am I? I am a little genius in Taoism.
The old Taoist stopped when he saw that he was fine: "Xing'er, keep standing and see how long you can hold on. Master is going to prepare something delicious for you."
"I want to eat chicken." Chang Xing reminded the old man not to forget to cook the chicken.
"If you have to get it, you must have a chicken handle." Not long after the old Taoist entered the Ancestral Temple, a small amount of smoke floated from the roof of the Ancestral Temple.
Smelling the aroma of the rice from the Zushi Temple, the old cat's stomach rumbled. Last night, after walking around in the mountains a few times, he got a bite of pheasant feathers. It was so difficult to catch even a pheasant. It was really hard to live this day.
.A pair of old and young bastards in the Zushi Temple make the food so delicious every day. They are clearly trying to seduce the old cat into being fooled. Meow, old cat, I just... want to be fooled by this.
Not far from the Patriarch's Temple, the old cat felt a chill on his neck. He quickly hid in the bushes and searched around. Sure enough, he found the little kid standing on the tree stump. He looked at the little kid standing there.
On the tree stump, the whole body was shaking, and the old cat was shouting loudly in his heart: Fall down, fall down, kill the little kid!
But it was always not what the old cat wanted. The little kid would shake occasionally, but it would soon calm down and stand firmly on the tree stump.
"Xing'er, it's time to eat!" the old Taoist shouted loudly in the ancestral temple after preparing the meal.
Chang Xing quickly jumped down from the tree stump. Unexpectedly, after standing for a long time, his feet were numb. After jumping down, his legs were a little stiff and he fell to the ground.
Meow! What a happy cat! The old cat meowed happily.
Chang Xing got up from the ground and patted the dust on his little hands. If it couldn't be wiped clean, he simply wiped it on his butt.
"Old Cat, come here!" Chang Xing waved to Old Cat.
The old cat was frightened and hid in the bushes without hesitation. Don't even think about plotting against me. In front of the old cat's wisdom, all plots and tricks are just paper tigers.
"Do you want to eat meat? Do you want to eat chicken bones? Do you want to eat chicken soup with rice?" Chang Xing kept throwing bait.
But the old cat has always been strong and unyielding, and the rich and noble cannot be lustful, let alone a piece of meat? Or a chicken bone? Or a bowl of chicken soup with rice? Of course, the old cat cannot understand the words of the little kid, otherwise
The old cat will say, if you have the ability, throw the chicken legs over and try!
Of course, if the little kid knew that the old cat would covet his chicken legs, he would not hesitate to release a sword energy and kill the old cat to eat the meat. No matter how hard the old cat's meat is, it is still meat, and it is better than sweet potatoes.
So delicious.
When the old cat didn't respond, Chang Xing suddenly lost interest in teasing the cat. He turned around and ran into the Patriarch's Temple.
"Are you tired of standing still?" asked the old Taoist.
"Not tired, not tired at all. If you hadn't called me to eat, I could have stood for a long time." Chang Xing said.
"Awesome! Come on, come on, I'll give you a chicken handle as a reward." Lao Tao put the chicken legs into Chang Xing's bowl.
Chang Xing grabbed the big chicken drumstick with his hand and started chewing it. He was really hungry. Although this became easier as he stood, the physical exertion was not small at all.
The old Taoist also knew that Chang Xing had not lied before. He had really stood there for a long time, and Chang Xing never told lies to him. The old Taoist still believed in this. But this child's talent was really jealous. Fortunately,
The old Taoist only has one disciple, Chang Xing. Fortunately, all the cultivators are hiding now. No one comes back to be jealous of this talented disciple, and no one comes to plot against him.
Chang Xing's stomach became bloated and round after eating.
The old Taoist is not a person who knows how to live a good life. When there is rice, he just fills his stomach. When there is no rice, he only thinks of eating sparingly.
Firewood rice will always burn a layer of crispy rice. The crispy rice cooked in the iron pot will be tender and tender. After scraping the white rice clean, add more fire to make the crispy rice harder and chewy. Although Chang Xing eats it
His belly was round, but he still couldn't bear to part with the tender yellow rice cake at the bottom of the pot. He asked his master to shovel a piece of it off for him, and ate it in his hand as a snack.
The old cat slipped in at some point and picked up all the chicken bones under the Eight Immortals table.
Gui Zaizai, you bite so cleanly, you don’t even leave any shreds of meat for the old cat! You’ll get dysentery after eating it! The old cat cursed under the table.
Several booming explosions were heard from the bottom of the mountain, frightening the birds on the top of Fengmei Village and flying everywhere.
"Master, what is that noise?" Chang Xing asked strangely.
"Cannons are being set off at the bottom of the mountain to blow up rocks," said the old Taoist.
Cannons were indeed being fired at the bottom of the mountain. After Zhou Heyuan's matter was settled, the construction of the water conservancy project had to continue. The commune brought a batch of explosives and decided to blow up the tomb completely. First, a lot of gasoline was poured into it, and it burned fiercely for most of the day.
, once the fire was out, we started burying explosives the next day.
With the sound of a cannon, the tomb was completely blown to pieces. This time, there was no more trouble. In this era, no one can jump up and down.
The old Taoist sighed after hearing what Zhang Fangqing said when he ran over to report the news.
The things in that tomb were very powerful, and even the experienced Taoist priests could not deal with them. This was why he found it difficult to talk about it. He did not expect that under the communist dictatorship, such powerful things would be destroyed.
"The national cadres of the commune said that the brigade should not only build water conservancy projects, but also build schools so that the poor communist descendants should learn culture. Not only the children should learn, but also the commune members. The brigade should vigorously engage in production during the day and work hard at night.
Run night classes and learn culture.
"If you do production during the day and attend night classes at night, when will you sow seeds for your mother-in-law?" the old Taoist said with a smile.
Zhang Fangqing laughed loudly: "This brigade has nothing to say. Taoist priest, please come to our brigade and sit down when you have time. There are many children in our brigade who are the same size as your disciples. I will have a playmate if you go down."
