"There is... there is such a story?" I was a little stupid. I didn't expect that before I went to Shangjing, my father had already experienced this magical land once, and it lasted for three years.
Years have passed. According to what Ru Jun said, Mr. Mengdie now works for Dauchi, and he is a top figure in the metaphysics lineage in Shangjing. I don’t know what kind of experience it is to be able to work with him for three years.
However, my father finally chose to return to our remote and backward small county three years later, and he never went out for the rest of his life. I must have seen a lot of things that he didn't like during these three years.
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Whether fighting for power or scheming, the higher a person reaches, the more blood will be on his hands.
Obviously, my father doesn't like these things. For him, he would rather remain unknown and unknown for the rest of his life than let his hands be stained with blood.
So he chose to come back and spend the rest of his life in this remote small county.
I looked at my grandfather and said, "So you always say that my father is the most like you among your three sons?"
Grandpa nodded and said: "Yes, because two years later, I sent the second child...well, I also sent him to Mr. Mengdie. The second child was exactly the same as your father at the time, and he was also clamoring for it.
Inheriting my mantle, I don't want to spread the skill of peeping into the sky, because it will ruin his luck after all, so I gave him another chance and sent him to Mengdie to learn. This kid is good. In three years,
He always stayed in Shangjing and never came back. Occasionally he would only send one or two letters, but the number of words was still very few... As soon as the three-year time limit passed, he shied away in every possible way, saying that he would study for another three years."
Having said this, the grandfather showed a sad look on his face. Obviously, the harm caused by the second uncle to the old man is still deeply imprinted in the old man's heart.
The old man gave a wry smile and continued: "Okay, if he wants three years, I will give him another three years. In these six years, he has not even seen me once... Later, your father couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to
I wanted to go to the city to find him, but he just made excuses and never showed up. Your father was angry and called Mr. Mengdie. Only then did he know that your second uncle had left five years ago.
I asked Mr. Mengdie and left by myself."
"What? Second uncle... he wasn't actually learning from Mr. Mengdie all the time. He actually only stayed with Mr. Mengdie for a year and then left directly?" I was quite surprised and asked quickly.
Grandpa nodded and said: "Yes, and then there was no news from him again. Six years later, a woman took a long-distance bus with a newborn child to the foot of our hometown. Although I have never seen that woman,
But that child, when I saw it for the first time, I immediately understood that he was a descendant of our Lao Lin family..."
"Is it the second child?" I asked quickly. The second child is my second brother, Lin Hua. He was raised by his mother since he was a child. His second uncle never came back. It turns out there is such a story.
Grandpa nodded and didn't say much. He just looked at the bright moon in the distance and let out a long sigh.
An old man who can see into the sky, is proficient in the changes of all things in the world, and can even predict the rise and fall of the world in the future. However, he cannot understand the human heart.
The heart of his own son.
The second uncle never came back. Where did he go? No one knows. Over the years, the second aunt never mentioned the second uncle, but silently performed the duties of a daughter-in-law and a mother.
I looked at the worried old man, and vaguely felt that he might know something in his heart. Otherwise, the old man who was so well-mannered would never get angry involuntarily when he thought of his second uncle, and sometimes even cursed.
But even if he really knew, he would never tell us.
At this time, the smoke was rising, and I heard that the crazy Taoist in the kitchen had thrown off his posture and started cooking. As expected, the smell was tangy and very tempting.
Rhubarb and the old cat used the excuse to urinate and hid outside while my grandfather was doing household chores. Now that they smelled the fragrance, they both walked back from outside as fast as they could.
Dahuang pulled his neck and shouted: "Old madman, it's hard to cook again, please remember to cook more, there are many of us!"
The crazy Taoist laughed and shouted through a door: "Don't worry!"
A moment later, the crazy Taoist had already brought the freshly cooked dishes to the table. Although the old guy was broken down, his fighting ability was still amazing. He actually made six dishes and a pot of soup, which was comparable to a banquet.
After we all came to the table, Grandpa quickly asked me to pour wine for everyone, then raised his glass and said: "I don't know how to say a toast. It is fate that we meet each other. It is too cold at night in the mountains, so please drink more wine."
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We nodded quickly and drank the wine in the wine glass with a bang.
After that, there was a period of gluttony. The mad Taoist's craftsmanship was indeed extraordinary, almost to the point of perfection. It seemed that even if the old madman couldn't control the Seven Swords, he would definitely be outstanding as a cook in the future.
After drinking for three rounds, the old madman asked: "Old Lin, when will the Smiling Buddha come? I wonder how long we will bother you here?"
Grandpa smiled and said: "It should be in the next two days. Logically speaking, we can arrive this morning, but there may be something delayed on the road, which is uncertain. You can stay here, I have plenty of open space, and I won't have good wine or food."
I will treat you badly. Don’t worry.”
The crazy Taoist laughed, scratched his head and said, "You... make me feel a little embarrassed."
Grandpa smiled and said: "Don't be embarrassed, we are all old friends..."
Before he finished speaking, suddenly there was a sound of chanting Buddha in the distance. Grandpa smiled slightly, pointed at the table full of wine and food, and said: "Look, this Smiling Buddha is really a meat-and-potatoes monk. He hasn't shown up all day. Now I smell it."
With the aroma of wine and meat, he came immediately on auspicious clouds."
Before he finished speaking, a gentle voice outside the door said: "Amitabha, Lao Lin, donor, after so many years, do you still want to be so fast-talking?"
As he spoke, a plump figure swayed in from the door. It was already dark now, and only the yellow light bulb in the yard was still shining. The dim yellow light shone on the bald head of the big fat man who came in, which allowed us to see
I figured out his appearance.
He was a fat man, a pure fat man, about 1.7 meters tall, and his weight was estimated to be about 300 kilograms.
Before meeting him, I always thought that Lingzhao was already a fat man, but after meeting him, I discovered that there are big and small differences among fat people.
This monk looks to be in his thirties. Although there are many wrinkles on his face, his skin is not bad.
But since he is one of the Eight Great Masters, he is already over fifty years old at least. What's more, this guy should be about the same age as my grandfather.
The wonderful rejuvenation is indeed well-deserved.
The fat monk was smiling all over his face, which fit the title of the Smiling Buddha.
He staggered up to us, put down his luggage, saluted us one by one, and finally fixed his gaze on the mad Taoist, tut-tutting and said: "Old madman, how come you have lost all your martial arts skills after not seeing me for twenty years? "
The mad Taoist gave a bitter smile and said nothing. He just picked up the wine glass on the table, raised his neck and took a sip.
Seeing the smiling face of the Laughing Buddha, Dahuang thought he was a good talker, and quickly asked: "Senior Laughing Buddha, since you have excellent medical skills and can bring the dead back to life, can you restore my master's martial arts?"
The Smiling Buddha was still smiling, and his face was almost wrinkled by the smile. He looked at Dahuang with a smile and asked: "Are you Huang Tingxuan?"
Dahuang nodded.
The Smiling Buddha said: "Do you want to be reborn?"
Dahuang nodded again.
The Smiling Buddha smiled and said, "Well, I can't save your master."
Dahuang was stunned and didn't even think about the connection between the two things. Just when he was about to say more, the crazy Taoist waved his hand and said: "Xuan'er, forget it, my life is almost over. At this age, do you have any The kung fu of that body is not a big problem."
Dahuang was still unwilling to give in, and looked at the Smiling Buddha again and asked: "Senior Smiling Buddha, if I can only choose one of the two, I don't have to be resurrected. I just ask you to save my master..."