He picked up a sword and carefully stabbed the dead Luan Tingsan in the neck, then twisted it and severed the bones of the cervical vertebrae.
After listening to the old cripple's stories about the world, he understands the intrigues and intrigues and the importance of last-ditch attacks.
The second senior brother heard the master's instructions and immediately ran towards the backyard.
The old lame man chopped off the head of the fallen zombie with the narrow sword he picked up, and limped closer. He received a punch on his shoulder, which was red and swollen. He was only lucky that he was not scratched or broken by the zombie's dirty claws.
That thing was greenish and black, and it looked like it was not a good thing.
"Brother Feng, are you not hurt?"
"I'm fine. Just rest for a while. You go and watch Senior Brother Dian Er put out the fire. Don't hurt anyone by being reckless."
"That's it, you adjust your breathing slowly, don't be in a hurry, I'll go to the backyard to take a look first."
The old lame man looked up and down and saw no injuries on the viewer's body, and his clothes were not damaged.
He was also worried about the fire in the backyard. He walked a few steps and turned around to smile and scold the black donkey who had returned: "You donkey, you are really smart. You know how to help us fight. You are the seed of our Taoist temple! I will follow the wind tomorrow." I've saved a few cents from the money I gave you, and I'll treat you to some sorghum wine."
Black Donkey immediately responded with "Ah uh... ah uh...", this is okay.
The old lame man laughed loudly: "I hear you get excited when you drink. You are an old man! If I find you a female donkey wife, won't you go to heaven happily?"
He used the narrow sword as a cane and trotted toward the backyard.
The black donkey heard that the old lame man wanted to find a female donkey for him. He immediately dropped the viewer and chased the old cripple. He kept shouting "Ah uh... ah uh..." and even the old lame man couldn't stop shouting. I once said that I wanted to find someone to take revenge on my eggs, but I have completely forgotten about it.
"Sexy donkey!"
Zhang Wenfeng cursed with a contemptuous smile, wiped the blade of the sword on the corpse's robe on the ground, and put the sword back into its sheath.
He placed a green wooden stake and slowly adjusted his breath to recover. He believed that the lame uncle was watching and would not burn down the Taoist temple. Those dilapidated thatched huts were burned just in time to build new green brick houses.
There was a faint sound of banging in the distance, and it was almost dawn.
After paying some attention, adjusting his breath for about half a quarter of an hour, and recovering some energy, Zhang Wenfeng got up and flew towards the backyard.
Dust and dust were flying around. The second brother used a hoe to knock down two thatched huts, and moved out the straw, furniture and other items that could easily catch fire. The old lame uncle was carrying two buckets of water on a donkey to wet the collapsed thatched huts.
Zhang Wenfeng rushed forward to help and directed the two of them to put wet towels around their mouth and nose to avoid burning the nose, heart and lungs. In the end, even the donkey's nose was covered with a large piece of wet green cloth.
Three people and one donkey worked together for more than half an hour to clear out the fire zone.
The sky turned white, and the fire in the two burning huts gradually became smaller.
Zhang Wenfeng asked the second senior brother to get some paper money, paper ingots, incense, candles, glutinous rice and other items. His body was smoky, so he took off the hot towel around him, straightened his dirty clothes and hair, and looked more solemn. Light a white candle and insert it into the cracks of the blue brick floor.
He lit three sticks of incense by candlelight, held them in both hands, bowed his hands to the west, and chanted the salvation scriptures.
The second senior brother ordered and burned paper money and paper ingots, and chanted in response.
In my heart, I greatly admire the open-mindedness of the master.
He felt deeply ashamed of his narrow-mindedness. Thieves also have a life, and they deserve to be killed for doing evil.
It is the duty of a Taoist priest to deliver them to the underworld and see them off. As for how the underworld will judge them, that is a matter for the underworld.
The master has many teachings and his actions are righteous, so he should follow the master to cultivate his mind and practice more.
The curls of green smoke dispersed, and the sound of chanting was heard.
Zhang Wenfeng inserted the incense stick into the cracks of the floor tiles, chanted incessantly, picked up the glutinous rice and scattered it three handfuls in three directions.
He had promised in his heart that he would perform a simple ritual for the deceased host's soul, but he had been delaying it until now. Burning down two thatched huts was considered a grand occasion.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, let us live in peace from now on.
After the ritual was over, Zhang Wenfeng settled his worries, looked relaxed, and comforted the two of them:
"If the old doesn't go away, the new won't come. Our Taoist temple is destined to have a new look. It happened to burn down the hut and build a new courtyard. Let's go. If you are hungry, cook something delicious to reward the five internal organs temple. When the fire is extinguished, we will clean up the mess.
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The old lame man watched silently and did not disturb him. Brother Feng was indeed very elegant in his actions, which greatly impressed him.
Hearing what Brother Feng said, he picked up the narrow sword that was thrown at the wall, nodded and said with a smile: "Brother Feng's words make sense. If we burn it down, we will build a new one. As long as everyone is fine, everything will be fine. Those three
The thief will have to go through a lot of trouble, and maybe he can find some money to subsidize our losses somewhat."
Reason is reason, reality is reality.
According to the rules of the rivers and lakes, all the spoils of the thief you kill belong to you.
He is reminding the audience that even if you have an official position, you should not be too shameless and suffer losses. You should take what you deserve.
What about the gods in heaven?
Just like fighting for popularity, isn't that what storytelling says?
Three people and one donkey came out of the backyard. The old cripple saw the viewer squatting down to search for the body of the thief monk. It seemed that his method was very cautious and methodical. He first gently squeezed and pressed various parts of the robe to prevent poisonous substances from being hidden in the sleeve pockets and arms.
He bit his hand violently and then safely came to the body of the female thief with a deformed head.
He didn't mind dirty hands and blood, so he explored and groped around, muttering: "What a pair of naughty boys!"
The second senior brother who was following him was very speechless about this old man. All these years of incense have been in vain.
The old lame man suddenly turned around, smiled and winked and said: "Second brother, you can touch it too, I'll teach you how to do it!"
The second senior brother shook his head and refused with a serious face. He was disrespectful and looked down upon.
The old lame man put on a serious face and criticized: "Look at you, you are full of nagging. I told you to forget it, but you are still pretending. Young man, you are not good at cultivating Qi. Look at the master of the temple. He is just pretending."
I’m not as serious as you. Besides, I’m teaching you the serious ways of searching for trophies by touching corpses in the rivers and lakes, but you can’t even think of this... Hey, don’t leave.”
The second senior brother simply couldn't stand this noisy old man, so he turned around and left to see the master of the temple touching the corpse in an orderly manner.
He didn't want to learn the obscene technique of touching a female corpse with the lewd old man.
The old lame man muttered dissatisfiedly, turned his back to the direction of the viewer, and with extremely quick movements, he took out a small stack of banknotes from the female thief's arms.
When he was searching for it, he could tell the denomination of the banknote by the feel of his hand. His previous experience in traveling in the world was not in vain. This was a big windfall. He retracted the banknote and hid it in his sleeve without leaving a trace.
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He was still worried that the viewer was too upright and had to wait for someone from the government to hand over the banknote as evidence of stolen goods.
It is said that the word "official" has two mouths. If you eat it, how can you spit it out?
He deliberately used obscene words to irritate away the upright second son who had never spoken to obscene people before. He intercepted the banknotes and kept them. After a while, when the limelight had passed, he would take them out and explain clearly to the viewer.
The banknotes are used to build new courtyards and Taoist temples, which are good deeds for accumulating negative virtues in this life.