Mutated Tao Chapter 92: The eighth day of the twelfth lunar month

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

"Heh, that would make me look stingy, Senior Brother Li, you probably spent a lot of money persuading him?"

After he finished speaking, he went straight to the lobby, picked up a beige bun from the bowl, and started to chew.

"Hey! You young man, how do you talk!! You are born with a mother but not raised by a mother, right?"

With the backing of Li Huowang, Wu Qing obviously has a different aura than when he was **** last night.

Hearing that the old man dared to slander his mother, the unbearable anger in his heart exploded instantly. With a sound of "Clang!", the long sword that cut iron like mud was pulled out, pointing directly at Wu Qing's goatee. "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 bowl away, and surrounded them aggressively.

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

Looking at the unkind eyes of these people in front of him, he instinctively felt extremely irritated, and his heartbeat accelerated involuntarily.

"Put down the sword for me, and stand outside the door for me!!" A scolding sound broke the anxious atmosphere.

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

Senior Brother Li's voice behind him continued to reach his ears. "Old man, young people have no hair on their mouths. They all like to brag and say harsh words. In fact, they are all fake. This kid has never killed anyone."

"Hmph, this little baby is strong on the outside, but on the inside, I can't see it? Oh, ah, this kind of young man thinks he is capable, just a yellow-haired boy, the old man I eat more salt than he eats .”

Hearing this, he was about to turn around angrily. What's wrong with me, I'm not a man at fourteen? This old man knows how to rely 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 ran out of the door.

In the early morning, there was a thin layer of white mist in the village road, and the air was very refreshing. He straightened his hands and stretched vigorously, then rolled up his patched cuffs, and Squat on the ground and watch the ants.

"Hey, monk, what are you doing squatting?"

He stood up, straightened the yellow monk robe on his body, and folded his polite hands towards the white-haired girl in front of him. "Amitabha, goodness, goodness, this poor monk is doing meditation."

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

Seeing the girl's slightly fluttering white eyelashes, the monk suddenly lost his mind, as if remembering something.

But when he came back to his senses, he immediately lowered his head and began to read Buddhist scriptures, never daring to look at the girl in front of him who had easily shaken his Buddhist heart.

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

Watching the girl into the Wu family compound, he found that there were many new faces in the courtyard that no one had seen before. "Have any guests come to Village Chief Wu's house? Why haven't you heard of it a few days ago?"

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

"What's wrong with me? Why am I just like those gossiping women in the village, inquiring about other people's family affairs? Monks don't care about everything, so I'd better read my scriptures." The monk turned around quickly. He started to walk towards his temple with the beads in his hand.

As he was 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 dung and threw it towards the bamboo basket behind him. My cow's shit! It's mine!"

He was anxious when he heard that, "What do you mean by your cow's shit! I said it was my cow's shit! No way! The cow **** must be given to me!"

The child put his hands on his face and made a grimace at him, "Shame, you are an old man at your age, and you still grab cow dung from a child."

His old face blushed suddenly, and he raised his crutches to teach this kid who doesn't respect the old and love the young a lesson.

Seeing the other party make a grimace and run away quickly, he suddenly burst out laughing. "I've grown up so much, how can I still be angry with a child."

Leaning on crutches, he slowly came to the small courtyard where he had lived all his life, sat down slowly on the rocking chair, quietly watched the fallen leaves on the trees in the courtyard, and recalled his ordinary body.

At this time, the old neighbor's teasing voice came from the door. "Old bone~ You are eighty-four this year. As the old saying goes, seventy-three eighty-four, the king of Hades doesn't tell me to go, when are you going? Hahaha~"

"Hey!! This old thing knows how to curse me, see if I don't come back."

Just when he was about to sit up from the rocking chair, he suddenly had a feeling in his heart that his time had come. He used to hear old people say that there were omens before death, but he didn't expect there to be.

He felt that everything around him was getting smaller and smaller, and he seemed to be rising, his body was light and comfortable. "So... this is what it feels like to die?"

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

Sometimes I become a teenager, and sometimes I become a monk with ring scars on his head, and he is trying to transform into an old woman.

But after quickly changing several times, his face was finally re-frozen into a boy.

Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar white wall in front of him, he was stunned for a moment, and three ultimate questions popped up in his mind.

"Who am I? Where is this? What am I going to do?"

It just so happened that two people in hospital clothes walked by the window, chatting while walking.

"I'm different from you guys. I'm a neuropathy, not a mental illness. Neuropathy refers to a lesion in the central or peripheral nervous tissue. Neuropathy is simply stigmatized by mental illness! Here, look, like Xiao Li Those who are really mentally ill, talk nonsense and self-mutilate every day."

"Just say a few words less, this kid is also a poor man, and he suffered from such a serious illness at a young age."

"Li Huowang, is he still going to jump up and scold me? Hey, it's good to be like that, I'd rather be scolded."

"Li Huowang?" At this moment, Li Huowang remembered everything. After quickly reviewing what happened just now in his mind, he immediately understood everything.

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

"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!!"