After coming out of the alchemist sect, Wu Mian and Gui Bugui did not know where they were going. Before, they seemed to be pushed away by one thing after another, and they had never been idle since refining the elixir for the alchemists of Yidao. I went to Xufu Private Academy to find an improved elixir of elixir, refining and testing medicines and delivering medicines. In the end, it didn't do any good and caused a commotion, and went to the East China Sea to find Xu Fu's whereabouts. Until now, these few of them have hardly been idle.

Now I basically don't get along with Yidao anymore, and I have turned my face with the two alchemists. After everything was screwed up, they didn't know where to go next. Originally, according to Bai Wuqiu's intention to make peace with Xiao Ren San, he would go back to the palace to find the emperor and Princess Donghai to play. But I don't know why, the old guy seems to be a little taboo in Luoyang City. After a few discussions, at the suggestion of Xiao Ren San, they decided to return to Wangtian Mountain, which is thirty miles outside Shouchun City.

The little guy has always been obsessed with the national wine brewed by the old guy. This time he has time to say whether he will return it or not, and brew another 180 jars. At the beginning, they had been there for thirty years for Xu Fu's treasures hidden in Ghost Gate Pass. Liu Xi, the original Huainan king, still didn't know where to go with Sun Xiaochuan.

At the moment, these people are fine. After revisiting the old place, the mountain has changed a lot. When Xiao Liuxi, the king of Huainan, recruited troops, countless refugees hid on the mountain. Although the imperial army came to destroy Liu Xi's rebels, many of the refugees who had been hiding in the mountains stayed here.

At present, three small villages have been built on Wangtian Mountain. These people open up wasteland on the mountain to grow grain, hunt and collect medicine. Except going down the mountain to sell the surplus grain and the wild beasts captured in the East China Sea to buy some necessities such as salt and iron, these people hid in the mountains all year round. That is, he did not need to pay food and avoided corvée, except that his life was a little tight, but he was also leisurely and content.

Fortunately, these mountain people are taboo near Guimen Pass. They usually avoid this area for hunting and gathering medicine, and they dare not build their villages near here. At the moment, the old guy brought his cheap son Bai Wuqiu, and two iron monkeys novices and monks to help, and it took only one day to build three larger thatched cottages.

After staying in the cottage for one night, the next morning, Wu Mian, Gui Bugui, Bai Wuqiu and Xiao Ren San drove the carriage into Shouchun City, leaving two iron monkeys to watch. Family. They plan to buy some necessities of life here, of course, hundreds of wine jars are inevitable. It's just that they couldn't find so many wine jars ready-made. They could only find a kiln workshop and set up more than 100 wine jars. They came to pick them up after half a month.

While the four of them were shopping for items on the street, they also saw more than a dozen weirdos wearing yellow clothes and shaved hair. Each person holds a crock pot in his hand and is going from house to house begging for food from the people.

Er Lengzi looked curious, and now he pointed at the dozen or so bald heads and said to Gui Bugui: "Old guy, did you see it? They have no hair like you. Do you see the one with the head? Lianxiang, is it that any of your descendants can't survive, and the big guys come out all at once to shame the old guy?"

"Are all those without hair my sons and daughters of the old man? Do all the leprosy and dysentery in that day call me the old man's ancestor?" I was also very curious about whether I would return. When they were in Luoyang a few years ago, they heard about it. Some monks from Tianzhu came to the Han border to preach and preach. It is said that these people are the same as these bald heads. Every day, they go from house to house in groups begging for alms, and looking at them, they must be the believers of some kind of Buddha.

These bald heads have nothing to do with Wu Mian and Gui Wugui. After they found a restaurant in the city to eat and drink, they returned to the thatched cottage in Wangtian Mountain with the items they purchased. After returning home, I saw seven or eight strong men lying outside the Cao Hu. These strong men were all covered in blood, lying around the Cao Hu in various postures.

You don't have to guess what happened to people like Wu Mian and Gui Wugui. At the moment, Guibugui instructed the novice to drag a fainted strong man over. After waking up, the old guy frightened him, and this man did everything. These people are all villagers living on the mountain, and yesterday they knew that a grass hut was built here in Guimenguan. This large cottage with three rooms was built in one day.

Today, people from several nearby villages came to look at it from a distance. After all, it took only one day to build such a large grass hut. Anyone would be curious about how it was built. However, after seeing that there was no one in the grass hut, most of the villagers looked at it from a distance and then dispersed, only a dozen or so idlers thought about it.

After everyone left, these people wanted to steal something from the cottage. The materials in these villages are too scarce, and it is good to be able to steal some useful things. Unexpectedly, just after these people entered the thatched cottage. Out of nowhere, two ferocious monkeys came out. After hammering them one by one, they threw them outside. There were only four or five people who responded quickly, and they saw such a big battle before they even waited for the door, and they fled first.

I didn't go back and didn't talk nonsense with them, I called my cheap son here. After waking everyone up, Bai Wuqiu, like the black iron tower, was frightened and scolded for half an hour. These people were only driven away, but after this experience, the idlers on the mountain no longer dared to come to the Caolu to take advantage, and the Caolu was rarely quiet.

Hesitantly, the fruit is not ripe yet, so don't rush to make wine if you return or not. After the custom-made wine jar was delivered to Caolu, the old guy asked two iron monkeys to wash and dry the wine jar, and then waited for the fruits on the mountain to ripen, and then picked them to make wine. But now there are hundreds of mountain people on the mountain, I don't know if the fruit is enough to make so many jars of wine.

But before the fruit was ripe, another group of uninvited guests approached the door. That is, after Wu Mian and Gui Bugui had lived in the Caolu for about ten days, one morning, a team of six wearing yellow commoners came up from the mountain. With shaved scalps and shiny bald heads, these people came straight to the grass hut, and when they arrived near the grass hut, they recited scriptures that were not Chinese characters in unison as if they were singing a play.

Bai Wuqiu, who was sleeping in the grass hut, was so annoyed that he rushed out and scolded the bald head standing at the door: "Bald! Who are you scolding in your humming mouth? If you know how to read, you dare to stand in front of Lao Tzu's house and scold the street. Don't say that Lao Tzu doesn't reason with you. In this way, whoever scolds Lao Tzu just now stands up and calls him Dad in front of Lao Tzu. It's over, you want your food! Lao Tzu sleeps with Lao Tzu. feet!"

"The donor misunderstood. My master and apprentice are all monks who believe in the Buddha. I was praying for blessings and longevity for the donor just now. It's not nonsense." Wuqiu continued to explain: "The monks like me all eat the donations from the Ten Directions donors, and I also ask the donors to donate some vegetable rice. The vegetable vendor can make money..."

"You should have said that you were begging, I can understand! Wait, I will see if there are any leftovers left." While speaking, Bai Wuqiu wandered back to the cottage. inside. The six bald heads standing outside were still motionless, standing with their hands folded, and kept singing scriptures that no one could understand.

"What, bald man, there's nothing left to eat or drink. There's still some money here, you can take it to the city and buy meat and eat it well. I just pulled out a few batches of flower cloth and made it for your mother-in-law. I'll buy two catties of sugar for your baby..." When he was talking, Bai Wuqiu had already threw a handful of gold coins into the old bald-headed earthenware pot.

The old man was startled by the gold coin in the jar, and he hurriedly took out the gold coin and returned it to Bai Wuqiu, saying, "Don't joke, I'm waiting for an ascetic monk, how can I accept it? So much money. It’s best if the donor has a vegetable meal, and if you don’t have it, a copper plate of a few pennies is also acceptable.”

"Take it if you have it! It's great when you start begging for food...

After coming out of the alchemist sect, Wu Mian and Gui Bugui did not know where they were going. Before, they seemed to be pushed away by one thing after another, and they had never been idle since refining the elixir for the alchemists of Yidao. I went to Xufu Private Academy to find an improved elixir of elixir, refining and testing medicines and delivering medicines. In the end, it didn't do any good and caused a commotion, and went to the East China Sea to find Xu Fu's whereabouts. Until now, these few of them have hardly been idle.

Now I basically don't get along with Yidao anymore, and I have turned my face with the two alchemists. After everything was screwed up, they didn't know where to go next. Originally, according to Bai Wuqiu's intention to make peace with Xiao Ren San, he would go back to the palace to find the emperor and Princess Donghai to play. But I don't know why, the old guy seems to be a little taboo in Luoyang City. After a few discussions, at the suggestion of Xiao Ren San, they decided to return to Wangtian Mountain, which is thirty miles outside Shouchun City.

The little guy has always been obsessed with the national wine brewed by the old guy. This time he has time to say whether he will return it or not, and brew another 180 jars. At the beginning, they had been there for thirty years for Xu Fu's treasures hidden in Ghost Gate Pass. Liu Xi, the original Huainan king, still didn't know where to go with Sun Xiaochuan.

At the moment, these people are fine. After revisiting the old place, the mountain has changed a lot. When Xiao Liuxi, the king of Huainan, recruited troops, countless refugees hid on the mountain. Although the imperial army came to destroy Liu Xi's rebels, many of the refugees who had been hiding in the mountains stayed here.

At present, three small villages have been built on Wangtian Mountain. These people open up wasteland on the mountain to grow grain, hunt and collect medicine. Except going down the mountain to sell the surplus grain and the wild beasts captured in the East China Sea to buy some necessities such as salt and iron, these people hid in the mountains all year round. That is, he did not need to pay food and avoided corvée, except that his life was a little tight, but he was also leisurely and content.

Fortunately, these mountain people are taboo near Guimen Pass. They usually avoid this area for hunting and gathering medicine, and they dare not build their villages near here. At the moment, the old guy brought his cheap son Bai Wuqiu, and two iron monkeys novices and monks to help, and it took only one day to build three larger thatched cottages.

After staying in the cottage for one night, the next morning, Wu Mian, Gui Bugui, Bai Wuqiu and Xiao Ren San drove the carriage into Shouchun City, leaving two iron monkeys to watch. Family. They plan to buy some necessities of life here, of course, hundreds of wine jars are inevitable. It's just that they couldn't find so many wine jars ready-made. They could only find a kiln workshop and set up more than 100 wine jars. They came to pick them up after half a month.

While the four of them were shopping for items on the street, they also saw more than a dozen weirdos wearing yellow clothes and shaved hair. Each person holds a crock pot in his hand and is going from house to house begging for food from the people.

Er Lengzi looked curious, and now he pointed at the dozen or so bald heads and said to Gui Bugui: "Old guy, did you see it? They have no hair like you. Do you see the one with the head? Lianxiang, is it that any of your descendants can't survive, and the big guys come out all at once to shame the old guy?"

"Are all those without hair my sons and daughters of the old man? Do all the leprosy and dysentery in that day call me the old man's ancestor?" I was also very curious about whether I would return. When they were in Luoyang a few years ago, they heard about it. Some monks from Tianzhu came to the Han border to preach and preach. It is said that these people are the same as these bald heads. Every day, they go from house to house in groups begging for alms, and looking at them, they must be the believers of some kind of Buddha.

These bald heads have nothing to do with Wu Mian and Gui Wugui. After they found a restaurant in the city to eat and drink, they returned to the thatched cottage in Wangtian Mountain with the items they purchased. After returning home, I saw seven or eight strong men lying outside the Cao Hu. These strong men were all covered in blood, lying around the Cao Hu in various postures.

You don't have to guess what happened to people like Wu Mian and Gui Wugui. At the moment, Guibugui instructed the novice to drag a fainted strong man over. After waking up, the old guy frightened him, and this man did everything. These people are all villagers living on the mountain, and yesterday they knew that a grass hut was built here in Guimenguan. This large cottage with three rooms was built in one day.

Today, people from several nearby villages came to look at it from a distance. After all, it took only one day to build such a large grass hut. Anyone would be curious about how it was built. However, after seeing that there was no one in the grass hut, most of the villagers looked at it from a distance and then dispersed, only a dozen or so idlers thought about it.

After everyone left, these people wanted to steal something from the cottage. The materials in these villages are too scarce, and it is good to be able to steal some useful things. Unexpectedly, just after these people entered the thatched cottage. Out of nowhere, two ferocious monkeys came out. After hammering them one by one, they threw them outside. There were only four or five people who responded quickly, and they saw such a big battle before they even waited for the door, and they fled first.

I didn't go back and didn't talk nonsense with them, I called my cheap son here. After waking everyone up, Bai Wuqiu, like the black iron tower, was frightened and scolded for half an hour. These people were only driven away, but after this experience, the idlers on the mountain no longer dared to come to the Caolu to take advantage, and the Caolu was rarely quiet.

Hesitantly, the fruit is not ripe yet, so don't rush to make wine if you return or not. After the custom-made wine jar was delivered to Caolu, the old guy asked two iron monkeys to wash and dry the wine jar, and then waited for the fruits on the mountain to ripen, and then picked them to make wine. But now there are hundreds of mountain people on the mountain, I don't know if the fruit is enough to make so many jars of wine.

But before the fruit was ripe, another group of uninvited guests approached the door. That is, after Wu Mian and Gui Bugui had lived in the Caolu for about ten days, one morning, a team of six wearing yellow commoners came up from the mountain. With shaved scalps and shiny bald heads, these people came straight to the grass hut, and when they arrived near the grass hut, they recited scriptures that were not Chinese characters in unison as if they were singing a play.

Bai Wuqiu, who was sleeping in the grass hut, was so annoyed that he rushed out and scolded the bald head standing at the door: "Bald! Who are you scolding in your humming mouth? If you know how to read, you dare to stand in front of Lao Tzu's house and scold the street. Don't say that Lao Tzu doesn't reason with you. In this way, whoever scolds Lao Tzu just now stands up and calls him Dad in front of Lao Tzu. It's over, you want your food! Lao Tzu sleeps with Lao Tzu. feet!"

"The donor misunderstood. My master and apprentice are all monks who believe in the Buddha. I was praying for blessings and longevity for the donor just now. It's not nonsense." Wuqiu continued to explain: "The monks like me all eat the donations from the Ten Directions donors, and I also ask the donors to donate some vegetable rice. The vegetable vendor can make money..."

"You should have said that you were begging, I can understand! Wait, I will see if there are any leftovers left." While speaking, Bai Wuqiu wandered back to the cottage. inside. The six bald heads standing outside were still motionless, standing with their hands folded, and kept singing scriptures that no one could understand.

"What, bald man, there's nothing left to eat or drink. There's still some money here, you can take it to the city and buy meat and eat it well. I just pulled out a few batches of flower cloth and made it for your mother-in-law. I'll buy two catties of sugar for your baby..." When he was talking, Bai Wuqiu had already threw a handful of gold coins into the old bald-headed earthenware pot.

The old man was startled by the gold coin in the jar, and he hurriedly took out the gold coin and returned it to Bai Wuqiu, saying, "Don't joke, I'm waiting for an ascetic monk, how can I accept it? So much money. It’s best if the donor has a vegetable meal, and if you don’t have it, a copper plate of a few pennies is also acceptable.”

"Take it if you have it! It's great when you start begging for food...