Facing difficulties, some people will become crazy and some will become calm.ww
Wu Ming is the latter. Even if the situation is extremely bad and there seems to be no improvement, he is still looking for opportunities.
"Let's capture him without mercy, let's..."
Before Manjushri Bodhisattva could finish speaking, a turning point occurred and a scroll dropped from the sky.
This scroll is open, with pictures of mountains, rivers, vegetation, the sun, moon and stars, farming women weaving, and the changes in all things.
If you look carefully, you will find that everything in the picture is alive, just like playing a silent movie, as if there is another world hidden in the painting.
"This is..."
Seeing this picture scroll, Manjushri Bodhisattva was shocked and exclaimed: "A picture of mountains and rivers?"
If you were to make a list of ancient artifacts, the Mountains and Rivers Sheji Map would definitely be on the list, and it would be easy to suppress an entire world.
The moment he saw the map of mountains and rivers, Wu Ming felt happy and knew that the Wa Palace had taken action. The four great Bodhisattvas also had this premonition in their hearts.
With fear of the saint, the three Bodhisattvas immediately retreated and gave up maintaining the Western Paradise.
After all, just like Wu Ming said, even if they summoned the Western Paradise, they would not become saints.
Facing a saint, only a saint can compete with him. Except for Guanyin, who was reluctant and hesitated for a moment, the three great bodhisattvas, Manchu, Samantabhadra and Ksitigarbha, retreated very simply.
Guanyin Bodhisattva hesitated for a moment. When she retreated, because she was very close to Wu Ming, she thought for a moment whether to capture Wu Ming before leaving.
It was such a simple idea, and the delay was less than a tenth of a second, and everything was already too late.
The map of mountains, rivers, and the country fell from the sky. The scroll opened wider and wider, and a world bigger than the bliss of the Western Heaven collided head-on.
There was no resistance. Wu Ming did not resist because Nuwa Palace had no ill intentions towards him, otherwise she would not have come to his rescue. Guanyin Bodhisattva could not resist. Facing this innate treasure of the saint, which was the arrival of her true body, all
There is no resistance, let alone an avatar.
Of course, Sage Nuwa and Sage Zhunti are known as the weakest beings among the saints. But a saint is a saint, and the innate treasure is the innate treasure. No matter what, it is a decisive crushing, and there are only a few people who can compete.
"Whoosh!"
As the scroll swept across, Wu Ming and Master Guanyin seemed to be thrown into reincarnation, and their entire consciousness became blurred.
After swallowing two people, the map of mountains and rivers and the state of the country disappeared, and the remaining three Bodhisattvas looked at each other, feeling helpless.
...
"Young Master, wait a minute, old slave, please run slowly!"
There is a Huaishu Village in Yongping County, and in the village there is a local bully named Mr. Wu.
Mr. Wu's family owns hundreds of acres of fertile land. He runs a restaurant and two casinos in the town. He also lends money to run the family on weekdays. He is a well-known murderer in villages ten miles away.
I don’t know if it’s a cycle of cause and effect. He has done too many bad things. Mr. Wu is rich, but he has never been able to show off his heirs.
I married a third-bedroom concubine, struggled for several years but found nothing, and only had a son in my middle age.
"Run quickly, the Wu family's little bully is here, we don't want to play with him."
"The last time I played with him, he pushed me and my hand was broken."
A child of six or seven years old ran in front, and an old woman in her fifties chased behind her. They entered the village like a tiger rushing into a herd of sheep.
The urchins who were playing at the entrance of the village were so frightened that they fled in all directions. In a blink of an eye, only a little girl was left.
The little girl was a little overwhelmed and wanted to run away, but she couldn't bear to leave the ant nest under the tree and didn't know why everyone was running away.
"Why don't you run? Aren't you afraid of me?"
"I, I'm not afraid..."
The little girl is also six or seven years old. She has big eyes and is very smart. She is wearing old clothes that are fully patched. She has a pair of white and tender feet without shoes.
The little boy tilted his head, feeling that he was being provoked, so he raised his foot and flattened the ant nest, and said with a smile: "The ant was trampled to death!"
"you..."
The little girl was at a loss. She looked at the trampled ant with tears in her eyes and said aggrievedly: "You destroyed the ant's home, you are a bad person!"
"I am the bad guy, and the worst one." The little boy smiled very happily, especially the little girl's crying, which gave him a sense of satisfaction in bullying others. He said with a smile: "What is your name?"
Name, why haven’t I seen you before?”
"My name is Yinniang..." Yinniang twisted hard, broke away from the little boy's arm, opened the flattened ant nest again, and whispered: "You are a bad person, I won't play with you,
I am a good person."
"Bad people only bully good people, so I want to play with you." The little boy also squatted down and looked at the ants spinning anxiously. After a while, he said: "My name is Wu Xiaoming, Yinniang, your name is
sounds so good."
Yinniang raised her head, her big and smart eyes still stained with tears, and retorted: "Your name is not nice, Wuming, it means you don't have a name."
"No, the scholar who named me said that those who are good at fighting do not have great achievements, and those who are good at healing do not have great names. This name is excellent. Moreover, my name is Wu Xiaoming now, and when I grow up, I will be called Wu Daming.
, I have two names." After the little boy said it, a look of pride appeared on his face again, and asked: "Do you know what a scholar is? It seems that you don't know, a scholar is a capable person, and our village is a
None."
"Master, it's time for us to go home for dinner." The old lady stood by and couldn't help but urge.
The little boy was playing ants with Yinniang. When he was very excited, he heard the sound and said without raising his head: "I want to eat here. You bring lunch, and remember to bring one for Yinniang."
The old lady knows that her young master has been naughty since he was a child, and he also has a character that tells the truth.
Turning back three times, the old woman reluctantly left, and half an hour later she brought a food box.
Although the Wu family has a bad reputation, they are all prominent figures in Huaishu Village and even in the town, and their life is naturally not comparable to that of a small farm family.
As soon as the five-layer food box was opened, braised pork, steamed carp, braised chicken, rapeseed and shrimp, and braised lion's head were all placed on the plate, without even the soup spilling out.
The little boy held chopsticks in one hand and a steamed bun in the other. He poked Yin Niang with the chopsticks and urged: "Hurry up and get the chopsticks. If you don't eat it, it will get cold."
"I, I'm not hungry..."
Yinniang turned her head away, bit her lower lip tightly, and couldn't help but look back.
It's so delicious, it smells so good, I really want to take a bite.
When was the last time I ate meat? It seems that Brother Erbao from next door burned a sparrow and gave her a piece of meat to taste.
My family is really poor, with four older brothers and two younger sisters.
I don't have enough to eat at home on weekdays, and in order to save rations for the adults, I can only eat two meals a day when I'm not working in the fields.
After breakfast in the morning, the adults went to work in the fields. The next meal would not be eaten until the adults came back in the evening.
The six or seven-year-old child is growing up and is a relatively greedy age. Smelling the smell of meat around her, Yinniang felt that she was very hungry.
"I'm going home..." The best way not to be tempted is to stay away from temptation. Yinniang lowered her head and ran away.
The little boy just laughed, and when he almost lost sight of Yin Niang, he said, "Let's play together in the afternoon!"
Yinniang paused slightly, neither agreeing nor rejecting. Instead, she ran faster and got into a house.
This family is very poor, and extremely poor.
Families living in the countryside are also divided into three, six, and nine grades. Not to mention the upper-class gentry, the middle-class yeoman farmers have their own land, and after paying taxes, they can still have enough food for the whole family. Such families are considered respectable in the countryside.
I usually raise two pigs and a few old hens that lay eggs, and occasionally I can see some meat.
Yin's family's house was not very respectable. The yard was fenced off and looked empty without a single chicken.
Without chickens, there are no eggs, and without pigs, there is no additional harvest.
Wu Xiaoming raised his eyes and looked into the yard, and found that there was a stove for decoction at the door, and he didn't know who was sick.
"I'm not going to eat anymore. I'm going to find Yin Niang." After taking a few bites of the steamed buns, Wu Xiaoming threw away his chopsticks and ran to Yin Niang's house.
Before reaching the door, a sound of beatings and scoldings came from the courtyard, mixed with bursts of sobbing.
Wu Xiaoming went over to take a look and saw a little white old lady twisting Yin Niang's arm with her hands and cursing: "Little bitch, have you stolen the eggs and cooked them for a prodigal mother like you?"
Already?"
"Grandma, I didn't steal the eggs. I picked up the eggs Mom ate from the river. I didn't steal them..." Although Yinniang was sobbing, when faced with the accusation of stealing eggs, she answered very confidently.
The old lady didn't believe it at all. With a fierce look in her eyes, she pinched Yin Niang several times and cursed: "Why can't I pick it up? Neither can your eldest and second aunts. I see that you understand clearly."
You are trying to argue that you, a damned little bitch, grew up stealing eggs, but you are not allowed to steal people when you grow up!"
The shouting and cursing came from afar. After listening for a while, Wu Xiaoming knew what was going on, and also felt a deep disdain.
Yinniang wouldn't even eat the meat he gave her. Who would believe her if she said she could steal eggs, and the reason was too far-fetched.
If you don't have any idea, you'll come to your door. If you don't tell me the evidence, you'll just yell. What kind of grandma is this? Most debt collectors are not so cruel.
"Ahem... Mom, you only lost one egg. There are three more eggs that Yin Niang picked up. You can take them all. Please stop making trouble."
Opening the window, a pale woman poked her head out, accompanied by two girls younger than Yin Niang, who climbed through the cracks in the window and looked out.
"What are there three of them? Who knows where she stole these eggs from?" The old lady was very capable of fighting. She rummaged for a while, took the three eggs and left cursing.
Yinniang stood in the courtyard and just cried, as if there were endless tears in her eyes.
Wu Xiaoming walked in quietly, pushed Yinniang's arm with his hand, and whispered: "If you are a good person, you will be bullied. Come be a bad person with me. No one will bully bad people."
"No, I am Yin Niang, and Yin Niang is a good person..."