At this time, Hong Yanwu on the wrestling altar had almost completely lost his mind. He could not hear anything, he could not see anything. In his heart, there was only one emotion, and that was - hate!
Yes, he hates everything!
He feels that he is living in the worst time and in the worst place. It seems that all the rules are tailor-made for him. If something goes wrong, anyone can take care of him. If something goes wrong, he is guaranteed to be blamed.
on the head.
Obviously they are the same apprentices, both of them won the wrestling match, but why were they treated differently in the end?
Quanzi was praised to the heavens, but he suffered a series of defeats! Is it just because Quanzi listened to Master Yu the most and would be a good person?
Bah! He won't do it! What's the difference between this and a dog that sticks out its tail to please others?
Master Yu said that it was not right for him to hit people, because he thought he was causing trouble outside, and he kept trying to suppress him with excuses!
But this is nonsense! Why should he learn wrestling if not to beat people? If he just wants to exercise, he can practice swimming and gymnastics!
Besides, they are obviously throwing people, so what’s the difference between throwing an old man and a young man?
If you don't get thrown or throw someone, then it's still called a throw! Why is he being judged as a bully when he fights with a small number against a large number? He is asked to kowtow to apologize, grandma!
Humph, he is not wrong at all! It is the Jade Lord who targeted him who is wrong, the people who blame him are wrong, and this stinky dog-shit era is wrong!
Master? What kind of bullshit Master! Not to mention comparing with Quanzi, Master Yu is nicer to outsiders than to him..."
Fight! He longs to vent, at least have a good time first...
In this way, strong resistance and dissatisfaction engulfed Hong Yanwu's soul. Being ignored and ignored for no apparent reason made him extremely anxious and angry.
And since his self-esteem has long been stripped away by real life, he has become more and more like a real rogue, accustomed to using arrogance, cheating and cunning to support his extreme soul...
Hong Yanwu punched hard. Young is still young after all. Yu Ye didn't have the strength of a tiger like him, so he could only block it with his arms and passively accept his impacts.
But as he continued to hit, Hong Yanwu gradually realized that something was wrong, because Yu Ye's arms became harder and harder as he was beaten, like two solid sticks, while his own arms were actually a little itchy, sore, and trembled unsatisfactorily.
He gritted his teeth and continued to fight with hatred. He guessed that Mr. Yu was also insisting on persisting and could not let the old man underestimate him, let alone those who were waiting to see his joke.
Unexpectedly, the more he hit, the worse it became. His arm began to hurt. Wherever he hit it, it felt like another bunch of needles were pricking him. Eventually, whenever he hit it, his whole arm felt like needles pricking him.
It seems to hurt.
However, Master Yu always had the posture of waiting to be beaten, silently raising his arms and only blocking. No matter how Hong Yanwu struck or punched, he would remain the same.
It’s over! It really hurts more and more!
With every impact, the joints in Hong Yanwu's body shook to the point of cracking. He felt that his eyes were shaken out of position, and his brain became dizzy and blackened.
What's terrible is his temper. Now he will never be allowed to stop or give up.
So he silently vowed in his heart that as long as he could continue to raise his arm, he would fight to the end!
Even if he is beaten to death, he will never cry! Never!
But despite his determination to fight to the death, Hong Yanwu still felt like tears were about to flow out.
It was not because of pain, but because he suddenly remembered a familiar scene, that was on the playground, in the woods of Wanshou West Palace, another miserable self.
He seemed to see a lonely little boy again, suffering both physical and mental pain and suffering...
He was beaten again and again, screamed again and again, rolled again and again, and pretended to be dead...
Drink dirty water, be used as sandbags, be buried alive, be spat on, and have to force a smile...
It's a huge miracle that he can endure the hardship and survive! But what about tomorrow, what will happen to him tomorrow...
With this thought, Hong Yanwu could no longer hold back his energy.
When he felt depressed, he became panicked. He was completely confused, his whole body was sweating profusely, and his muscles and bones seemed to fall apart.
But just when he was dying, Master Yu suddenly gained strength. The old man's two arms gradually began to wave, and he hit his stiff arms. The more he hit, the harder he hit, and the more painful the place, the harder he hit.
Mr. Yu hit Hong Yanwu in rows from the wrist down to the shoulder, and then hit him back from the shoulder to the wrist. He beat my arms so rudely that they were beyond recognition.
And in the tendentious unanimous cheers of most of the onlookers, Hong Yanwu, who had aroused all his ferocity and fought desperately with Yu Ye, was like a soft-footed shrimp, and let out a "dong" sound.
, was knocked down into the loess by Master Yu.
The onlookers once again applauded Mr. Yu enthusiastically, but their enthusiasm for Hong Yanwu to be beaten to death and their mockery of schadenfreude cruelly revealed the deeper scars in Hong Yanwu's heart and stirred up his pain.
His heart is bleeding!
Hey... what a joke!
Originally, he thought that one day he would no longer have to compromise and accept everything, and that he would also have the power to resist and take revenge on those bastards who had bullied and humiliated him...
But now he understands that the situation will never improve tomorrow!
What's the use of learning kung fu? With Master Jade controlling him and suppressing him everywhere like Tathagata Buddha, even if he has great ability, he can't do what he wants to do!
Yes, Mr. Yu is better than him! The old man is not an ordinary "old man", he is old and strong! In fact, he should have endured it. He pretended to be stupid when he should. How can a person not bow his head under the eaves...
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It's a pity that he really can't bear it anymore! He has been suffering for too long in the past few years. He really can't swallow this breath anymore. He can't stick his butt out to others like he did in school...
Go to hell!
As long as you don't die!
Seeing Hong Yanwu fall to the ground like a dead dog, Master Yu put down his arms and walked slowly over. He narrowed his eyes and looked at him, sarcastically.
"It's disgraceful to lie down like this all the time! Aren't you a bully? If you can't stand it, you'll be dead and alive... Get up, come on, and hit me again!"
Hong Yanwu's eyes almost popped out of his head. He was lying on the ground so angry that if there was a knife in front of him, he would definitely commit suicide.
"Why are you looking at me? Why are you glaring? Are you yelling at me? I can't cure you anymore!"
Master Yu tried a few more words, but he really didn't want to scold Hong Yanwu any more, so the old man coughed, moistened his throat, and immediately gave the ultimatum.
"If you want to know that hitting someone is unpleasant, you have to remember it! Go, get up by yourself, and kowtow to others. Forget it for today. After you recover, I will take you to apologize to others..."
But unexpectedly, Hong Yanwu turned over and slowly sat up. Although the corners of his mouth twitched in pain, he responded with an unruly sneer.
"The worst case scenario is that you can just beat me to death...but if I can't die, this matter won't be over..."
Okay, just such a harsh word that made Gu Maosheng feel hairy on his back!
And Mr. Yu's temper was aroused again. The old man's face was gloomy again, as cold as a piece of ice. With a shout, he suddenly pulled Hong Yanwu up from the ground, and then, with a big cake, he lifted Hong Yanwu up.
It was spread heavily across the ground.
Hong Yanwu opened his mouth, straightened his body, and a stream of blood with a foul smell spurted out.
After that, he staggered up and sat up again, with a strong smile on his face, which made people feel chilled in their hearts just by looking at him.
How cruel!
No one was not surprised by Hong Yanwu's determination. In an instant, the entire wrestling ground turned from chaos to silence.
"Please be merciful and show mercy!"
Chen Liquan finally couldn't help but ran out again and kowtowed in front of Master Yu.
"This is the wrestling altar, not the Tathagata's temple. He brings life and death upon himself!"
However, Master Yu remained unmoved and kicked Chen Liquan away. Then he grabbed Hong Yanwu like a wolf and started to practice vigorously.
What about "throwing the bag", "sticking the pancake" and "smashing the toad"? The old man struck quickly and hard, throwing Hong Yanwu several somersaults until he completely collapsed to the ground and could not sit up again.
At this point, "Wrong Leg Feng" was afraid of losing his life and could no longer let it continue, so he took the initiative to explain a few words to Gu Maosheng, and then took him along to dissuade Master Yu.
"Old man, let's stop here. This is not the past. You are so righteous in killing relatives and cleaning up the family, but you still have to take human lives and sue..."
Gu Maosheng also followed the words of "Wrong Leg Feng" and said, "Yes, this kid is too angry. He was beaten all the time, and the corners of his eyes were still dry, and he didn't even see a single tear. I see.
, it’s useless even if his bones are dismantled..."
"I'm already this old, what should I be afraid of? I don't believe in this evil anymore..."
Master Yu walked over angrily and tapped the painful spot on Hong Yanwu's armpit with his toes. However, Hong Yanwu did not move where he should have "hit the spot". Only then did the old man know that he was indeed a little bit handicapped.
Too heavy.
Chen Liquan was immediately startled. He quickly bent down and slapped Hong Yanwu on the face.
"Wu, don't scare me, just open your eyes!"
But Hong Yanwu closed his eyes tightly, not even moving his eyelashes.
Or "Wrong Leg Feng" ran over and touched it before finally confirming it.
"It's okay, I'm still breathing. I'll take him to the hospital..."
At this moment, Master Yu couldn't help but sigh heavily.
Then, he looked up at the sunny sky with some sadness, and finally had to say to Gu Maosheng the words he couldn't say.
"This matter can only end here... In two days, I will personally go to the door to apologize!"
Gu Maosheng hurriedly bowed.
"Old man, I already accept your love, but I really can't take it seriously..."
This "Teacher's Examination" ended in an anticlimactic manner. It was supposed to have a happy ending, but no one expected that it would turn out to be so unpleasant in the end.
So in no time, most of the people and "Wrong Leg Feng" and Mr. Yu briefly said hello and then left in a hurry. In the end, only Mr. Yu, Chen Liquan, "Wrong Leg Feng" and "Wrong Leg Feng" were left in front of the Tianwang Palace.
That Hong Yanwu was lying on the loess, unconscious.
At this time, from somewhere outside the temple wall, there was a sound from the radio. It was quite ironic given this situation.
"The world is yours,
It’s also ours,
But in the end it's yours.
You young people are full of vitality,
Like the sun at eight or nine o'clock in the morning,
I place my hope on you..."
But when Master Yu and the others tasted the unspeakable taste in their hearts, they did not know that in the Palace of the Heavenly King, there was actually a pair of smiling eyes, watching with unusual joy through the gap in the locked door.
What happened in the courtyard - that was a few years ago, when several Red Guards used a few pickaxes to knock down the bronze statue of the Budai monk on the ground.
This incarnation of Maitreya Bodhisattva, which has been enshrined in the center of the Tianwang Hall of Fayuan Temple since the Ming Dynasty, has probably long been used to seeing life and death, ghosts and gods, monks and secular people, coming and going, official seclusion, family and country, monarchs and ministers, good and evil, loyalty and treachery, leaving and staying, and cause and effect.
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So today, he is still bare-chested as always, watching with joy and humor, another human farce happening in the world.