Huang Wang said bluntly, "What do you have to say directly?"
Zhang Qingjun paused.
"There is a ascetic monk in Buddhism, that is, a walking monk. There was a butcher who put down his butcher's knife and became a Buddha on the ground. He became the leader of the world's head. The common name is Huang Mang. It is rumored that he had obtained the true teachings of Kashyapa in Buddhism. He and you have always been together.
It must be somewhat similar. It happened that the man and Di Wuji also knew each other, and I had received his favor."
Huang Wang heard this, "What do you want to express?"
"I just want to ask if you are your benefactor."
Huang Wang asked back, "Is your benefactor a monk or a twelve heads? Then how did I come from? He is a dandelion?"
Wang Han next to him pretended to wipe his mouth and smiled secretly.
The first time I understood Huang Wang’s bad jokes.
However, Zhang Qingjun did not understand Huang Wang's comedy expression at all.
"Huang Mang was once a butcher. He had married and had children before he converted to Buddhism. How old are you?"
"eighteen."
"Eighteen? So small?"
"Eighteen is still young? How old are you?"
“I’m sixty-seven.”
"Sixty-seven? Are you a donkey?"
Wang Han coughed and signaled Huang Wang not to perform comedy that ordinary people could not understand.
Zhang Qingjun seemed to have gradually realized something, and she had an old face.
Seeing that Huang Wang was about to go out, Zhang Qingjun said again.
"If you meet your father one day, please tell him that I owe him a life."
Huang Wang waved his hand to Zhang Qingjun and left the small yard.
Wang Han followed behind and looked at Huang Wang's back.
Since I can remember that Huang Wang has already met at Shi Lao. Huang Wang never mentioned his parents. However, every year during the Qingming Festival, he would find a crossroads to draw a circle and squat.
I will burn some paper money there and I will spend some time.
My elder sister has advised everyone not to ask about their past events since she was a child. Huang Wang didn’t say it, so naturally everyone didn’t ask more questions.
Now that I look at it, there seems to be some other story.
Among the brothers and sisters.
Except for Wang Han, who was taken by the imperial concubine since he was born.
The others can remember more or less and were accepted as apprentices by the imperialist.
What Wang Han knew was his eldest sister, sixth brother, and starling brother. They used to be big families in the capital, but later they were all killed by the sixth brother.
As for the others, the imperialist never mentioned it, and everyone tacitly ignored them.
But for so many years, no family member has come to you.
That proves a problem. Everyone may have had a strong background, but they are all the past.
I lit a cigarette after getting in the car.
Huang Wang put his arm on the window and looked out the window.
"Old Nine."
"What's wrong with Brother Qi?"
"One day, the mushroom was hit by an orange. The mushroom scolded you, you are so stupid, why don't you die? The orange died, do you know why?"
Wang Han had a bitter face and continued.
“Why?”
"Because the bacteria want orange to die, the orange has to die."
Wang Han turned off the air conditioner.
He slapped the steering wheel and laughed.
Huang Wang looked out the window with a cigarette in his arms. I don’t know how long it took, but Huang Wang seemed to be talking to himself.
"When I was very young, my mother was seriously ill. I never saw her laugh. I tried every day to make her laugh. I thought every joke I told was very funny, but every time I finished talking, I would
She beat her up.
The only time I made her laugh was when she wanted to use her last strength to make a meal for me before leaving. She asked me what I wanted to eat for lunch, and I said I wanted to have supper for lunch.
She smiled, and fell to the ground with a smile. When I saw her, I smiled happily, and pushed her up and continued to laugh. Later, my legs broke while laughing."
When Wang Han saw Huang Wang laughing, he asked curiously, "Why can my legs still be broken?"
"My dad called it."
Wang Han paused with cigarette hands.
Huang Wang stretched out the window with one hand and felt the oncoming wind.
“Since then, I have had unique insights into humor.”
Huangwang sucked a sip of cigarette, "A few days after my mother was buried, my dad locked me in the house. He went out to do something, but the enemy came to the door that day, and I was pushed into the water tank and almost drowned.
It was the old man who saved me, but my dad didn't go home after waiting for a few days.
Later, when I asked, I heard that I was killed by my enemy, but later I found out that I was rescued by an ascetic monk. He went home to look for me but couldn't find it. The house in my hometown was burned by someone, and finally he escaped.
Entering the empty door.
The old man took me to see him once, which was different from the one in the TV series. When he saw me, he said Amitabha. Later, when he parted, he smiled at me. The smile smiled when he left with my mother.
Exactly the same.
But no one broke my legs that day.”
The sound of the wind outside the car window made a whirring sound.
Huang Wang's big yellow hair was messy with the wind.
The past was swept to the horizon by the wind passing through the window.
Wang Han looked at Huang Wang.
Some sadness does not have to cry to show it.
The narrative in Huang Wang made four words flash through Wang Han’s mind.
Dependence and nature are empty.
Wang Han also thought of what Wu Fa said yesterday that Huang Wang had a Buddhist connection.
Huang Wang looked at himself in the rearview mirror.
"You said I would feel funny if I had plastic surgery like Zhao Benshan?"
Wang Han said in a whisper, "I don't really understand comedy."
"Yes, after all, he's an amateur."
The car is speeding.
After arriving in Jiangning City, when he heard that his mother-in-law and his group were leaving, Wang Han turned around and went to see him off.
Send a group of people away.
Wang Han asked for something from Yao Lao, took two potions from Zhu Dong, and drove to the airport to take a plane to Xinggu City.
Rescue Lou Ruxue early and reunite Zhang Qingjun and his family of three, get that thing early and deal with the power of the Western world earlier.
Su Qi didn't know why Wang Han was in a hurry to go.
In order not to make Su Qi worry about the West, Wang Han made up a reason that Cai Bi was preparing to pay tribute to the upper tribe, so Wang Han had to go over and stare at him.
After the plane landed, Cai Bi personally came to pick up Wang Han.
Wang Han directly told Cai Bi straight to the point and made a good plan along the way.
The Lou family came to the Cai family for five or six hours at the slowest time. Their family had to check the body and other things for a long time. In the long run, it would be even ten hours.
The medicine Wang Han brought from the Yaomao could keep Lou Ruxue for five hours in a state of life hanging by a thread. So when Lou Ruxue had an accident, 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.
Cai Deheng still had to think about it for a while, and then delayed for a while, so Cai Bi had to shorten this time.
Let his father think less and call the Lou family in advance.
The potion can save people within six hours of death.
So, time is not very rich, it can only be said to be just right.
No step can be delayed.
The people under Wang Han have already taken over the funeral industry here. At that time, find a fuss and take away the bodies and cremate them. Then, they can't find out if they change a can of ashes. Huang Wang went there to do these things in person.
Cai Bi pointed the way to Wang Han, and Wang Han disguised himself as the driver of Cai Bijiade and sneaked into the Cai family.
Waiting for Cai Bi to do his job.
A familiar heartbeat suddenly came.
In a puzzled state, Wang Han took out the human velvet paper that had been silenced for several days.