Deviant Immortal of Uncanny Dao Chapter 92: Twelfth lunar month 18

Hearing Li Huowang's words, Wu Qing, whose face was still swollen, snorted coldly, moved the stool with his bowl in his hand, and turned his back to the young man who came out of the west wing.

"Oh, that makes me seem stingy, Senior Brother Li, you probably spent a lot of money to convince him?"

After he finished speaking, he went straight to the lobby, picked up a beige wowtou from the bowl and nibbled it.

"Hey~! How did you talk about this offspring!! Is there a mother born but not a mother?"

With the support of Li Huowang, Wu Qing is obviously different from when he was **** last night.

Hearing that the old man actually dared to slander his mother, the fire in his heart burst instantly. With a sound of "Qiang!", the long sword that cut iron like mud was pulled out and pointed directly at Wu Qing's goatee. "You have to say it again!!"

"What are you doing!" Wu Qing's six sons and eight grandsons rolled up their sleeves as soon as they put the bowls down and surrounded them aggressively.

"Fuck him, I'm afraid of you? Who dares to come forward and try it!! I have hundreds of lives in my hands! It's not bad to add some more, and you can take a step forward!"

Looking at the unkind eyes of these people, he instinctively felt extremely irritable, and his heartbeat couldn't help speeding up.

"Put down the sword for me and stand outside the door for me!!" A screeching voice broke the anxious atmosphere.

Seeing that Li Huowang's expression became serious, he knew that his senior brother was really angry, he gave the Wu family members a contemptuous look, put away his sword, turned around and walked towards the door.

Senior Brother Li's voice behind him continued to reach his ears. "Dad, young people don't have any hair on their mouths. They like to brag and talk harshly. In fact, they are all fake. This kid has never killed a single person."

"Humph, I can't see that this little doll is strong on the outside and **** the inside?, Oops, such a little youngster, I thought I was very capable, just a yellow-haired boy, the old man, I eat more salt than he eats. ."

He turned around angrily when he heard this. What's wrong with me, I'm not a man at the age of fourteen? This old man knows that relying on the old to sell the old.

But when he felt Li Huowang's cold gaze on him, his heart skipped a beat, and he hurried out the door.

In the morning, there was a thin layer of white mist between the village roads, and the air was very refreshing. He stretched his arms and stretched his waist hard, then rolled up his patched cuffs, Squat on the ground and watch the ants.

"Hey, monk, why are you squatting?"

He stood up, straightened his yellow monk robe, and folded his hands politely towards the white-haired girl in front of him. "Amitabha, good is good, poor monk is contemplating meditation."

"Hehe, you monk, it's really interesting, like a child, watching the ants move, you're talking about meditation."

Looking at the girl's slightly trembling white eyelashes, the monk suddenly lost his mind, as if he remembered something.

But when he came back to his senses, he immediately lowered his head and began to recite the Buddhist scriptures. He no longer dared to look at the girl in front of him who easily shook his Buddhist heart.

"Take a good look at your Zen, goodbye."

As he watched the girl enter the Wu family compound, he found that there were many faces in the courtyard that no one had ever seen. "Are there any guests in the village chief Wu's house? Why haven't I heard of it a few days ago?"

The monk stood there and looked at these strange-looking strangers. Suddenly he patted his forehead with his hand.

"What's wrong with me? I'm just like those long-tongued women in the village, asking about other people's family affairs? The monks don't like everything, so I'd better go read my scriptures." The monk quickly turned around. With the beads in his hands, he walked towards his temple.

Walking, he saw a pool of dung on the ground. Before he could get close, a child with a bamboo basket on his back rushed over, picked up the cow **** and threw it towards the bamboo basket behind him, "This is My cow's shit! It's mine!"

He became anxious when he heard it, "What do you call your cow's shit! I even said my cow pulled it! No way! This cow **** must be given to me!"

The child put his hands on his face and made a grimace at him, "Shy, you are such an old man, and you are fighting for cow **** with children."

He blushed suddenly and raised his cane to teach this disrespectful boy a lesson.

Seeing the other party running away quickly with a grimace, he suddenly burst into laughter. "I'm so old, how can I still be angry with a child."

On crutches, he walked slowly to the small courtyard where he had lived all his life, sat down slowly on the rocking chair, quietly looked at the fallen trees in the courtyard, and recalled his ordinary body.

At this moment, the mocking voice of the old neighbor came from the door. "Old bone~ You are eighty-four this year, the old saying is good, seventy-three-eighty-four, the King of Hell doesn't tell me to go, when are you going? Hahaha~"

"Hey!! This old thing, you know how to curse me, don't let me curse back."

Just as he was about to sit up from the rocking chair, he suddenly had a feeling in his heart that his time had come. In the past, he used to hear from old people that there was an omen before death, but he didn't expect it to happen.

He feels that everything around him is getting smaller and smaller, and he seems to be rising, his body is light and comfortable. "So...that's what it feels like to die?"

But the next moment, the surroundings suddenly changed and began to twist, and even his wrinkled face quickly twisted.

Sometimes she's a teenager, sometimes she's a monk with a ring scar on her head, and she's trying to transform into an old woman.

After a few quick changes, his face finally re-framed as a teenager.

Looking at the familiar and unfamiliar white wall in front of him, he was stunned for a while, and three ultimate questions popped up in his mind~IndoMTL.com~Who am I? where is this? What am I going to do? "

As it happens, there are two people in hospital clothes walking by the side window, chatting while walking.

"I'm not the same as you. I'm a neuropathy, not a mental illness. Neuropathy refers to lesions in the central or peripheral nerve tissue. Neuropathy is simply stigmatized by mental illness! Well, look, like Xiao Li. It's a real mental illness, talking nonsense and self-harming every day."

"Let's just say a few words less, this kid is also a pitiful person, and he is suffering from this serious illness at a young age."

"Could this kid Li Huowang jump up and scold me? Hey, I'd rather be scolded like that."

"Li Huowang?" At this moment, Li Huowang remembered everything. After a quick scan of what had just happened in his mind, he immediately understood everything.

The confused look on Li Huowang's face was quickly replaced by hideousness, and he roared.

"I'm not a monk or an old man at all! I'm Li Huowang! The eighteenth day of the twelfth lunar month stole my name!!"