The town is called Langxian Town. There are about seventy households in total. The traffic is congested and there are not many outsiders. There are many empty houses on the street. Xin Zhuo spent five taels of silver a year to rent a street store.
There was only an old chair, a broken bed, and a desk from an unknown age that was about to fall apart. The landlord saw that he was "poor" and sent him a broken pot and two broken bowls.
I bought a worn-out gray cloth robe from the only clothing store in the town, and bought some iron sheets from the blacksmith shop to repair the tables and chairs. After cleaning, I sat on the bed in a daze.
At dusk, the occasional coughing sound next door disturbed his thoughts. When he walked out the door, he saw what seemed to be a clay figurine shop next door.
In front of the shop, a middle-aged man in his fifties sat on the ground and made a clay figurine. With a light wrist, he could shape a small figure in just a few strokes.
Xin Zhuo walked over and watched silently.
The middle-aged man smiled and asked, "Where do you come from?"
Xin Zhuo said: "A very far away place."
The middle-aged man asked: "Will you live here in the future?"
Xin Zhuo nodded.
The middle-aged man asked again: "What do you call me?"
Xin Zhuo was silent for a while, brother...
"The last name is Xin."
"This surname is not common." The middle-aged man said: "My name is Lao Tie. We are all neighbors. If I have anything to say, I can talk to you."
Old man...
Good name.
Xin Zhuo said: "Thank you very much."
"You're welcome!"
Lao Tie stopped talking and concentrated on pinching the clay figurine. He used the ten fingers of his hands together and lightly picked up his nails, so that the facial features of the clay figurine appeared three-dimensionally.
Xin Zhuo watched for a full hour until it got dark and returned to the house.
There were no lights in the room, and it was pitch black. Xiao Huang ran out to wander around. He continued to be in a daze for a while, trying to use his mind. There was more dirt in his body, and his progress was very slow.
The first of the five declines of heaven and man, I don’t know when it will pass.
Lying down, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
He suddenly stood up, took out a spoonful of water from the water tank, and made a pile of mud. He followed the example of the old man next door and made a clay figurine.
The first one is different.
The second one is specious.
Until the tenth time, it barely looked like a humanoid.
He found that pinching this thing made him feel peaceful and help him pass the time.
After a sleepless night, at dawn, there were three clay figures on the table...
The fluttering Zhao Yizhu, the charming Xue Ji, and a short-haired middle-aged woman who is completely different from the people of this world.
That was his mother in his previous life.
He doesn't know who to think about, or who else is worth thinking about. It seems... there are only these three, right? Maybe we should add Jiang Yuwei...
Silently looking at the three three-quarter clay figurines on the table, he suddenly felt as happy as a child, with a "clean" smile that he had never seen before on his face.
Then he hugged the three clay figures and lay down, especially looking at the middle-aged woman with short hair, and murmured: "Mom, I miss you so much right now. It's so lonely here. It hurts so much when the gods and humans are declining..."
Fell asleep.
At noon, he was awakened by the noise outside the door. He got up and walked to the door. He saw a group of people on the street surrounding an old man with white hair and vicissitudes of life. The old man's lips were white and he was terminally ill. He saw that he was dying. Someone said anxiously: " Go to the next town to find Dr. Wang and bring more money, hurry!"
A group of men and women anxiously lifted up the old man and ran straight into the distance.
Xin Zhuo raised his hand and put it down again.
Birth, old age, illness and death are all human beings' natural phenomena. If you practice Buddhist techniques, how can you use your cultivation to interfere with ordinary people?
He walked back to the house, and Xiao Huang wandered back from nowhere. He was so big and round after eating that he took back a wild boar leg with a proud face.
Xin Zhuo washed the pig legs, cooked them in a big pot, and ate some of them as he pleased.
In the afternoon, there was a cry in the distance. The old man died. Although he went to see a doctor in the next town, he still didn't last an hour.
The whole street was filled with cries and everyone wore mourning.
Xin Zhuo stood in front of the door and stared for a long time. His figure flashed and disappeared. When he reappeared, it was almost dusk. He poured out half a house of herbs and bamboo from the "moon-watching bag".
Then he took Xiao Huang to collect water from the well, wash the herbs, and weave bamboo strips into frames to dry.
While he was busy working, a sneaky little boy wearing only shorts came up to him and said, "Uncle, what are you doing?"
Xin Zhuo smiled and said: "Drying herbs."
"Herbs?" The little boy didn't understand, so he grinned and said, "I know you. You are Hanako who was on the roadside at dusk the day before yesterday."
"I know you too."
Xin Zhuo patted his little head: "You are the little guy on the donkey cart."
The little boy shrank his neck: "Uncle, you have such a good memory. My name is Agou. Why did you come to live in our town?"
Xin Zhuo said: "I have no place to live."
Agou thought for a while, then lowered his voice and said, "You come from a far away place, right? Do you know martial arts?"
Stand up and gesture: "The kind that flies into the sky in a swish."
Xin Zhuo smiled: "Why do you ask?"
Agou's face was full of longing, and he said: "I heard people say that people outside are good at martial arts. They can fly in the sky and blow up a mountain with one punch. Elder Ting is scared when he sees it."
There are no warriors in this town, not even the lowest level of acquired second grade nine.
Xin Zhuo was startled.
In the past few years, he has come into contact with all the powerful sects of higher and lower levels, in an environment where warriors gathered together, but he did not know that there are more mortals in the world who do not know martial arts, and even a simple second-ninth-level mental method is rare. , please ask senior to take a pulse? Even more extravagant.
Daqian wanted to unify the world and control billions of people, so why not regulate the order of heaven and earth, restrict the warriors, and give mortals a way to survive?
He smiled and said: "Maybe."
Agou became interested, squatted aside and said, "Uncle, are you the kind of master mentioned in the opera, hiding in the world and flying away on a flying sword another day?"
Xin Zhuo said: "To be frank, I am. I don't even have to step on the flying sword. It reaches the sky in a swish."
Agou lost interest in an instant, stood up and left in frustration: "You are not. A master will not admit that he is a master. You are so old and you stink."
Xin Zhuo laughed and continued to weave the bamboo strip frame.
One month goes by in a blink of an eye.
The front of Xin Zhuo's shop is filled with dried herbs, and there are also some clay pots with hand-rolled pills inside.
That's right! He directly used [xxxx medical skills] to understand pharmacology, and simply made pills without using any force, medical skills, or exposure to martial arts. This was his insistence on transcending the five degenerations of heaven and man and practicing Buddhist secrets.
People in the town were a little wary of him at first, but gradually they were attracted by his honest but "strange" behavior. People came to watch him every day, especially the little boy Agou and the old man next door. They came every day. Have a little chat.
However, no one bought the pills hand-rolled by "Uncle Xin". This thing seemed unreliable.
Xin Zhuo didn't care and continued to take pills every day.
On this day, as soon as I took a can of pills to treat colds, Agou ran over with a runny nose and a flushed face, sat down on the ground, and said in frustration: "Uncle, I'm going to die. I have a cold. My parents just run a grocery store and don’t make any money. They go to the next town to see the doctor who wants our family’s harvest for the year..."
"You can't die, open your mouth." Xin Zhuo randomly picked up a pill and threw it into his mouth.
Agou swallowed it with a "gudong" sound, his little face wrinkled in pain, and he ran out.
After a while, Agou's parents, a couple in their thirties who they met on the road a few days ago, came over. Their chests were rising and falling, their eyes changed slightly, and they carefully took out a few coins: "Thank you, Brother Xin."
"Is Agou okay?"
Xin Zhuo pushed the copper coin back. It was useless for him to come here.
Agou's father was full of respect: "Okay, I'm jumping up and down now. Now I'm going to touch the shrimps in the river and prepare to bring them to you. I didn't expect that the elder brother... is actually a real man. Our town will have its own doctor in the future." "
The word "doctor" seems to be very sensitive. The old man next door and the neighbors on the street gathered around him with excitement, suspicion, and scrutiny.
(End of chapter)
