"Zongzu, if you say that, I can rest assured that we, the husband and wife, will definitely do what we should do."
"I hope so. Has anyone come from your village recently?"
"No, the village chief's previous considerations were just as you guessed. He did not dare to send people to the big city to hire master martial artists for fear of involving other people in the village." Zhang Cuiyun thought for a moment and said.
At this time, the man who had been silent said: "No, there was a person in Zhuangzi today. That old guy Wang Quanan didn't dare to go to the big city to invite people, but he ran through the rivers and lakes back then, and there were still many people outside.
He was a trustworthy friend, so during the day he sent Wang Dafu to the knife edge to watch and invite people."
"A young man came in the evening, but he didn't come for long and never passed our side, so not many people know about him. He was driven away by Wang Quanan. It is said that the person who came was the same as the person he wanted to invite.
It's not the same one who was driven out of Zhuangzi by him."
"What does that guy look like?"
The black mist surged, and the face regrouped towards the man's side, and he asked.
The man's face turned pale, and it was obvious that he was scared, "I don't know, I didn't see it, I just heard them say that the man was carrying a big gourd on his back, which was very conspicuous."
The shadow twisted, "It's the same person."
"Do you want your son to come back to life?"
The man hesitated to speak. Zhang Cuiyun next to him gave him a fierce look. What he originally wanted to say was suppressed. He could only nod heavily. "I think!"
"As soon as the day breaks, you have to do something!"
The black mist surged, and the position of the mouth was moving, but Zhang Cuiyun could not hear what he said. The man frowned slightly and nodded after a long time.
"Don't worry Zongzu, I'll do it right away."
"Okay, as long as this is done, your baby will be alive tomorrow night."
Zhang Cuiyun cried with joy and hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed, mumbling words such as 'Thank you Zongzu'.
The black shadow flashed and shrank into the blood jade. The man climbed onto the bed worriedly, glanced at his son, and stared at the roof with his eyes, but he didn't know what he was looking at.
"You coward, what did Zongzu ask you to do?"
"He didn't let me tell you."
"Then don't say anything to anyone, just get things done. And what did you say just now? Don't you want your son to live?"
"I think, but after all, this is my Zhuangzi, the Zhuangzi I grew up with, haven't you seen the things he did? When we do this, I always feel..."
"What do you think? How do you want to feel? He is your son, and Wang Wu is your only son. Even if it means using the life of a Zhuangzi in exchange for his life, I think it is worth it. At the worst, I will change to another Zhuangzi and continue to live my life."
Wang Youcai was a little angry and muttered: "That's because you were married."
"So what? I, Zhang Cuiyun, have had a good day since I followed you? Do you treat them as relatives, have they taken care of you? How do they treat you on weekdays? You have forgotten it, I can't
I haven’t forgotten, when your own father fell ill in bed, you begged everyone in Zhuangzi, did anyone help you?"
"How did your mother die? They falsely accused her of stealing meat. Don't you know where that piece of meat came from? Your mother relied on her own needlework and went to the big city to trade it. They thought your Wang Youcai's family
You are poor and do not deserve to eat meat. If you eat meat, your family is stealing from others. Have they given us a chance to speak?"
"Your mother has been clean all her life. When she got old, she was falsely accused of stealing. In order to clear her reputation, she threw herself into the river. If you, Wang Youcai, had a little courage, you wouldn't be forced to do this and be a coward."
After Zhang Cuiyun finished speaking, he also closed his mouth and stopped talking.
In the darkness, Wang Youcai clenched his fists and his eyes were bloodshot.
Yes, this is an inhumane Zhuangzi. His best friend was devoured by them, and he froze to death at Zhuangzi's mouth at a young age. These people are not worthy of sympathy or sympathy.
Early the next morning, just after dawn, Wang Youcai packed up his things and left the village. He put on animal skins and took his bow and arrows. He knew the knife edge because he himself was one of the hunters in Wangzhuang. Although the place was far away,
, but he was still within the hunting range, and he had not seen that Taoist temple once.
He walked very fast, and when he walked into the jungle, he immediately felt relaxed. It seemed that only in this forest could he get real relief. Sometimes, Wang Youcai thought strangely, if he
If you die and are buried in the mountains, will you completely achieve enlightenment and freedom?
How can you lie down so comfortably all the time?
You don't need to look at anyone's face, and you don't need to do things under anyone's scolding. You can do whatever you want, and you don't need to eat. Do you need to eat after you die? Probably not.
He thought so, his steps were brisk and he was familiar with the road.
In fact, Wang Youcai is not small in stature, and is even tall. Among the men in Tongzhuang, there are few who can compare with him. His appearance is not bad either, but he has worked hard day after day, year after year, and his complexion is a little thicker.
It's just black. If it weren't for such a condition, Zhang Cuiyun, who had long been dissatisfied with his temper, probably wouldn't have followed him all the time.
But his temperament is that of a normal person, which can be seen in his fearful eyes. Even Wang Qiangzhong is not enough to describe him.
Being bullied has even become a habit. Even the young children in the village dare to throw stones at him. He is a normal person with a sound mind, not a fool, let alone a madman. The child has such a figure when facing him
People would not do such a thing. The only explanation is the subtle influence of adults.
"ah!!!"
Standing on the top of the mountain, the mountain wind hit me. The torture and depression in recent days became the last straw that broke the camel's back. All the sadness, grievance and anger came to my heart. This big man cried, and he roared into the mountains and forests.