In front of the woodshed on the side of the village.
Qi Wuhuo sensed something was wrong and instinctively cut it, but turned around and saw nothing.
Only those children who were running around and playing with branches looked at the young Taoist with curiosity and envy, or rather at the straight branch in the young Taoist's hands. Their eyes were almost shining. The last one was more courageous.
The child asked: "Brother, are you here to find someone? Are you a guest in the village?!"
The young Taoist nodded.
The tough-headed child said: "Then, then..."
"Do you know swordsmanship?"
Qi Wuhuo originally wanted to say yes.
But I thought of my senior sister’s calmness in the beginning of the chapter, where she despised all the sword immortals in the world.
His voice paused slightly and he replied: "I just know a little bit."
Then he looked at the envious eyes of the children, smiled knowingly, bent down slightly, with his sleeves hanging slightly, stretched out his hand, handed the branch over, and said with a smile: "I'll give it to you, take it and play with it..." "Okay!"
"Thank you, big brother!"
The children were so happy that they played and left.
The young Taoist stood up and watched them go away, but in the distance he heard the old man's voice: "Ha, little Taoist, you got up early, are you feeling better? I planned to guard you outside yesterday, but this time
The rain was really too heavy, and my body and bones, old man, couldn't bear it anymore, so I had to go back earlier."
"I'm afraid you'll catch a cold, so I brought some clothes over. If you don't mind, you can put them on..."
The old gentleman from yesterday came closer, but he was surprised.
He saw that the young monk's robe was fresh and not wet by the rain as he had guessed.
Qi Wuhuo said:
"Thank you, Mr. Zhou. There is actually a place in the woodshed to avoid the rain, so my clothes didn't get wet."
"However, I didn't expect that it would rain suddenly today."
Qi Wuhuo suddenly remembered that when he left the fortune teller yesterday, the young man with wet and fishy smell on his body was there. Qi Wuhuo left early, but he only heard that the young man said yesterday that he wanted the fortune teller to calculate.
Is there any rain today? If it rains, it will rain a few centimeters or millimeters in the east district of Chengchi.
Qi Wuzhuo didn't hear the rest.
The old gentleman sighed: "Yes, who would have thought of that?"
"But this God's temper is like that of a five- or six-year-old child. It changes from moment to moment. It's going to rain, my mother is getting married, and no one can stop it. This rain is really a bit strange." Qi Wuhuo said: "Strange?"
"Yeah."
The old man stroked his beard and replied: "I have lived here for decades. I know the climate here very well. The clouds were so heavy yesterday and the humidity was heavy. The cold rain in winter almost soaked into my bones.
, but the rain was a little bit less, and it felt a bit like a bluff with heavy thunder and small raindrops."
The middle-aged man next to him laughed and said, "Dad, you're here again."
"Looking at the clouds to judge what the weather is like is a method of gods."
"Even if you spend your whole life looking at it, you still can't say you can spot it accurately..."
The old man blew his beard and stared, slapped his thigh and said:
"As a veteran of more than ten or twenty years, I know roughly when it will rain and how much it will rain!"
"The pain was so bad yesterday that I couldn't even walk!"
“It rained so little after all!”
"There must be something wrong with this. Why, is it possible that after just a few days, your father and I have suddenly become so physically weak?"
Once people get older, they will always be a little childlike and stubborn. His son had to coax his father and said:
"Yes, yes, dad, you are right, you are right."
"It rains less for God's sake."
"No more bets!"
After coaxing for a while, the old man stopped mentioning the matter and asked his sons to move the things they brought in. During these days, it was only with the help of people like them that the girl's mother, Lian Shulan, could survive.
After coming down, Qi Wuhuo helped move things in and tidy them up, and then had breakfast together at the old man's strong invitation.
There is a flattened stone slab on top of a cylinder. This is the farm table.
The top was not flat, and there were some small bumps and bumps. When they brushed their hands over, their hands were full of water. A few people didn't care. They were carrying a steamer with rough bowls and chopsticks, and fists inside.
The big steamed buns include vegetables stir-fried over a large fire in the farmhouse, spicy stir-fried cabbage, stir-fried bacon, and pure stir-fried chili peppers.
Several people put their bowls on the table, and the old man asked his daughter-in-law to bring a bowl of food in for Lian Shulan to eat.
The rest of the people sat around. There was no place to sit, so they took a white pottery bowl and filled it with various dishes. Then they took a soda noodle in one hand and put some buns that were a little yellow, and held the bowl in the other hand.
Holding a piece of green onion, I squatted next to it and ate it. While eating, I talked about things in the village, about spring plowing, and that it had rained a lot this year, so we should be able to have a good harvest.
They say that the children are disobedient, do not study seriously, and the wife gets into trouble when they are beaten.
Qi Wuzhuo had a full meal to deal with the family's shortcomings. The rice at Uncle Yun's place was indeed delicious, but these meals gave him an indescribable sense of solidity. After eating a full meal, the old man asked
He said: "How should I treat Xiao Lian's body?"
Qi Wuhuo said: "Maybe we should focus on resting."
"With acupuncture and medicinal stones, you will slowly recover."
The old man stroked his beard and said, "That's good."
"Everyone encounters all kinds of things in his life. Is there anything he can't get through?"
"We still have to survive."
"If you survive, you will one day be able to get over the things in the past..."
"Then, little Taoist priest, please stay here with us during this period. There are still a few houses in the village that can accommodate people." The old man looked at the yard and sighed: "No need to refuse, she is so uncomfortable these days.
Son, we all see it, but the people in the village just endure it when things happen, and there is no other way."
"We are all grateful to you for meeting a kind-hearted person like you and treating her."
The old man took Qi Wuhuo to a relatively small courtyard. There was no lock on the door. When he opened the door, there was a table, a bed, and a cabinet in the room. It seemed that no one came sometimes, and there was some dust inside.
, the old gentleman apologized:
"This is originally prepared for guests in the village, or people who come here occasionally to do business. Businessmen come here to settle down, and they get convenience. People in our village can also buy what they need, and it is also convenient.
It’s just that the Chinese New Year is coming soon, so the businessmen have all returned to their hometowns.”
"If the little Taoist priest doesn't mind, just stay here first."
"I'll ask someone to clean it up for you."
The old gentleman was very enthusiastic, and then said with a smile: "I haven't asked you yet, what is your name, little Taoist Master?"
The young Taoist replied: "Qi Wuhuo."
"It means I hope I will have no regrets and no doubts in this life..."
The old man smiled: "This name has a great artistic conception."
"How old are you now?"
The boy subconsciously replied: "It will be fifteen after the Chinese New Year..."
His voice paused.
He replied: "After the Chinese New Year, you will be sixteen years old."
Qi Wuhuo was not idle. He also helped clean up the house. After about an hour, the entire house that had been idle for about a month or two became clean and tidy again. The old man also gave him a few books and said that if
When you have free time, you can read a book to increase your knowledge and knowledge. Qi Wuhuo nodded and agreed.
The old man smiled, stroked his beard and left.
I feel happy that I have guided a young person to read more.
If you are not a monk or a monk.
"He is a good young man. If he studies more, he might be able to become a scholar."
"It's a pity to practice Taoism."
He said this to his son next to him.
He was not in a hurry to go home. He originally thought that the rain would make his old cold legs so painful that he couldn't move, so he put off a lot of things in advance. But now he didn't seem to feel so uncomfortable. Instead, he took some time and walked again.
When I arrived at Lian's house, I saw that Lian Shulan was obviously in much better spirits after eating a lot after being acupuncture.
I feel both gratified and emotional.
She just said that she was feeling better now because she had some ambition in her heart.
I am also worried that after she learns the truth, she will be even more depressed.
After sighing for a long time, he just shook his head and left. When passing by the woodshed, he smiled and said:
"I never thought that this firewood shed could provide shelter from the rain."
Feel free to take a look.
But I found that it was raining everywhere in the woodshed.
The old man leaned down and touched the firewood. Even the dry firewood was completely soaked. When he stretched out his hand to grab it, the sawdust fell off.
It can be guessed that it rained heavily last night.
He suddenly thought of the young Taoist's answer and the crisp Taoist robe.
‘…The woodshed actually has a place to avoid the rain, so my clothes didn’t get wet…’
The old man couldn't help but be stunned.
………………
Qi Wuhuo decided to go to the city again today and ask the fortune teller.
This time is no longer yesterday.
But last year, what happened...
When I opened the door, I suddenly felt spiritual. I lowered my head. Inside the wooden box on my waist, the bronze mirror lit up slightly. Naturally, there was Dharma light and aura, flowing and changing——