Huang Wan said bluntly, "If you have anything to say, just say it."
Zhang Qingjun paused.
"Buddhism has ascetic sūtras, that is, walking monks. There was once a butcher who put down his butcher knife and became a Buddha immediately, becoming the leader of the sūtras in the world. The man's common name is Huang Mang. It is said that he has received the true biography of Kassapa, a Buddhist. He and you grew up together.
There must be some similarities, and it just so happens that that person also knows Di Wuji, and I have also received favors from him."
Huang Wang heard this and asked, "What do you want to express?"
"I just want to ask if you are the Queen of Benefactors."
Huang Wan asked, "Your benefactor is a monk or a Twelve-headed Buddha, so how did I come here? Is he a Dandelion?"
Wang Han next to him pretended to wipe his lips and snickered.
For the first time, I understood Huang Wan’s bad jokes.
However, Zhang Qingjun didn't understand Huang Wan's comedy expression at all.
"Huang Mang used to be a butcher. He got married and had children before converting to Buddhism. How old are you?"
"eighteen."
"Eighteen? So young?"
"Eighteen is still young? How old are you?"
"I'm sixty-seven."
"Sixty-seven? Are you a donkey?"
Wang Han coughed and signaled Huang Wan to stop performing his comedies that ordinary people could not understand.
Zhang Qingjun seemed to have gradually realized something, with a dark face.
Seeing that Huang Wan was about to walk out, Zhang Qingjun said again.
"If you see your father one day, please tell him that I owe him my life."
Huang Wang turned his back to Zhang Qingjun, waved his hand and left the small courtyard.
Wang Han followed behind and looked at Huang Wan's back.
Ever since I was a child, I remember that Huang Wan was already in Shilaohui. Huang Wan never mentioned his parents. However, every year during the Tomb-Sweeping Festival, Hungry Ghost Festival, Winter Clothes Festival, he would find a crossroads, draw a circle, and squat alone.
Burn some paper money there and relax for a while.
The eldest sister has told everyone not to ask random questions about their past since she was a child, and Huang Wan didn't say anything, so naturally everyone didn't ask any more questions.
Now that I look at it, it seems that there is another story.
There are several brothers and sisters.
Except that Wang Han was taken care of by Di Lao since he was born.
The others were more or less able to remember and were taken in as disciples by Di Lao.
What Wang Han knew was that his eldest sister, sixth brother, and eighth brother were all from the big families in the capital, but were later killed by the six big families.
As for the other people, Di Lao never mentioned it, and everyone tacitly agreed not to ask.
But in all these years, no family member has ever come to visit me.
That also proves a problem. You may have had a strong background, but it's all in the past.
After getting in the car, I lit a cigarette.
Huang Wan put his arms on the window and looked out the window.
"Laojiu."
"What's wrong, Seventh Brother?"
"One day, Shiitake was hit by Orange. Shiitake scolded you, you idiot, you're blind. Why don't you die? As a result, Orange died. Do you know why?"
Wang Han grimaced, but continued.
"Why?"
"Because the bacteria want the orange to die, the orange has to die."
Wang Han turned off the air conditioner.
He patted the steering wheel and laughed.
Huang Wan held a cigarette and looked out the window. After an unknown amount of time, Huang Wan seemed to be talking to himself.
"When I was very young, my mother was seriously ill. I never saw her smile. I tried every means to make her laugh every day. I thought every joke I told was very funny, but every time I finished telling it, I would laugh.
Get beaten up by her.
The only time I made her laugh was the day before she left. She wanted to use her last strength to get up and cook me a meal. She asked me what I wanted to eat for lunch, and I said I wanted to have dinner.
She laughed, and fell to the ground with a smile. Seeing her smile, I also laughed happily, and pushed her up to continue laughing. Later, I broke my leg while laughing."
Wang Han saw Huang Wan smiling and asked curiously, "Why can the leg still be broken?"
"My dad beat me."
Wang Han paused while holding the cigarette in his hand.
Huang Wan stretched one hand out of the window to feel the oncoming wind.
"Since then, I have had a unique perspective on humor."
Huang Wang took a puff of cigarette, "A few days after my mother was buried, my father locked me in the house. He went out to do something, but that day the enemy came to the door. I was pushed into the water tank and almost drowned.
It was the old man who saved me. My dad didn't come home after waiting for several days.
Later, when I inquired about it, I heard that he was killed by his enemies. Later I found out that he was saved by an ascetic. He went home to look for me but could not find me. The house in his hometown was even set on fire, and finally he escaped.
Entering the empty gate.
The old man took me to meet him once. It was different from what he showed in the TV series. When he saw me, he said "Amitabha". Later, when we said goodbye, he smiled at me. The smile was the same as the one my mother smiled when she left.
Exactly the same.
But no one broke my legs that day."
The wind whistled outside the car window.
Huang Wan's head full of big yellow hair was messy by the wind.
The past events were swept to the horizon by the wind passing through the window.
Wang Han looked at Huang Wan.
Some sadness doesn't have to be expressed through crying.
Huang Wan's narration made four words flash in Wang Han's mind.
The nature of dependent origination is empty.
Wang Han also thought of what Wu Fa said yesterday about Huang Wan's predestined relationship with Buddhism.
Huang Wan looked at himself in the rearview mirror.
"You said that if I had plastic surgery to look like Zhao Benshan, would it be funny without opening my mouth?"
Wang Han chimed in, "I don't know much about comedy."
"Yes, after all, he is a layman."
The car is speeding.
After arriving in Jiangning City, upon hearing that his mother-in-law and her group were leaving, Wang Han turned around and went to see her off.
The group of people were sent away.
Wang Han asked for something from the medicine man. After picking up two medicines from Zhu Dong, he drove to the airport and prepared to fly to Xinggu City.
Rescue Lou Ruxue as soon as possible and reunite Zhang Qingjun's family of three. Get that thing as soon as possible and deal with the power of the Western world as soon as possible.
Su Qi didn't know why Wang Han was in such a hurry.
In order to prevent Su Qi from worrying about things in the West, Wang Han made up a reason, saying that Cai Bi was preparing to pay tribute to the superior clan. Wang Han had to go over and watch it personally.
After the plane landed, Cai Bi personally came to pick up Wang Han.
Wang Han went straight to the point and told Cai Bi about the good plan he had made along the way.
The slowest it takes for the Lou family to get to the Cai family is five or six hours. They have to check the body and so on. The delay is quite long. In the long run, it can even be ten hours.
The medicine Wang Han got from the medicine man could keep Lou Ruxue in a state of hanging by a thread for five hours, so as soon as something happened to Lou Ruxue, Cai Bi had to notify the Lou family to come over.
But before that, Cai Bi couldn't avoid telling his father Cai Deheng about this matter.
Cai Deheng still had to think about it for a while, and it had to be delayed for a while, so Cai Bi had to compress this time.
Ask his father to stop thinking for a while and call the Lou family in advance.
The medicine can save people within six hours of death.
Therefore, the time is not very rich, it can only be said to be just right.
No step can be delayed.
The people under Wang Han's men have taken over the funeral industry here. When the time comes, they will find a fault and take the body away for cremation. Even if they exchange a jar of ashes, the two of them won't be able to find out. Huang Huan will go and handle it himself.
Cai Bi pointed the way to Wang Han, and Wang Han disguised himself as Cai Bi's driver and sneaked into Cai's house.
Waiting for Cai Bi to go to do some business.
A familiar heartbeat suddenly sounded.
In confusion, Wang Han took out the human skin paper that had been lying dormant for several days.