The chicken-eating old man, as a character who appears immediately after the male protagonist, and is also related to the male protagonist, in today's terms, the old man is Wang Busui's direct guardian. Of course, Wang Busui is also the first heir to the old man's inheritance. How can the identity be mediocre? The old man once wanted to be famous. In order to attract some readers who are more curious about knowledge, we will keep the identity of the old man secret for now. We will not mention it here. The story will be told later. He eats chicken with one hand and plays games with the other. , this is definitely a senior player, and at this level, you can definitely play chicken every day.
Open your cherry mouth, um. Okay, let’s take a big mouthful. After all, I’m not a transvestite. He tore off a piece of chicken, closed his mouth, and chewed it slowly until it was completely chewed, and then swallowed it gently. This posture was elegant, like flowing clouds and flowing water. When it was smooth, it can be seen that The old man eats chicken in a professional way, and seeing the old man smiling and looking in high spirits, it is no surprise that the old man eats chicken in a professional way.
After the roast chicken was finished, the old man picked up the towel beside the desk and wiped his greasy hands. Then he took a sip of tea and said proudly: "You idiot, running so slowly and not knowing how to hide is not asking for death."
As expected, the old man got chicken again.
The temple is not big. Apart from a few houses that look very historical on the outside, there is nothing else. A wall surrounds the small temple, leaving an open space in the middle. It is estimated that when Buddhism was popular, it was convenient for giving sermons to the people. Use.
Believing in Buddhism, our dynasty still has traditions. Since Buddhism was introduced to our country, it suppressed Taoism, our native sect. I don’t quite understand what the old monk meant. In short, I have enough money to serve the Buddha, and I feel at ease.
In times of trouble, you pray to the Buddha to bless you and keep you safe. When you are safe, you will thank the Buddha for keeping you safe. People always know how to be grateful. It can be seen that being a monk is definitely a promising and guaranteed career that can survive droughts and floods. No wonder, the government regulates it and conducts regular inspections.
But later, people gradually discovered that this Buddha was very ineffective. After ten times of prayer, it was ineffective. Slowly, fewer and fewer people believed in Buddhism.
Nowadays, religious beliefs are slowly disappearing, and major monasteries are also having a hard time. Some certified monks are better off, with the court paying them salaries. The poor ones are the wild monks who shaved their heads. The people do not believe in Buddhism, so naturally they There is no income.
Just like the previous owner of this small temple, because he had no financial income, he had to leave the small temple and go to a wider world to promote Buddhism and save the common people. Well, well, it is said that the previous owner was very unfortunate and had only been down the mountain for a few days. , he starved to death on the roadside, as he wished, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, Western bliss. he came.
The old man also came here by chance. He saw this temple, sitting between two mountains. It should be a place to gather energy and energy. The old man liked it very much. The key was that it didn't cost money, so he stayed there. For more than ten years, I have completely regarded this as my home. No one comes to collect rent, the old man does not allow others to interfere with it, and no one comes to the mountain. Except for the annoying Li Zheng, he goes up the mountain to collect taxes every now and then, and there are many types, such as land use tax, air use tax, etc. Fortunately, the old man is very poor. Every time Li Zheng comes, he comes in good spirits and returns disappointed. .
The old man had no income, so he had no money to repair the temple, and the surrounding walls were somewhat collapsed. Fortunately, the younger generation was there and diligent in cleaning. Although the small temple was dilapidated, it was still tidy.
The villagers at the foot of the mountain are no longer kind. Roof tiles are often lost. The old man has to bear the pain and raise a dog. Although the dog doesn't eat much, it makes the old man's already poor life worse and the burden is heavier. In the past, he had three meals a day. If there is meat, now it can only be changed to one meal.
The name of the big yellow dog is Wangcai. Among the animals, this name should be a household name. Its fame is no less than that of some emperors and superstars. Belongs to internet celebrity internet name.
Wangcai lazily lay in the corner with his ears drooped. The midday sun was baking the ground, making it boiling hot. Wangcai had to get up and leave his one-bedroom apartment. Well, a small nest made of stones can also provide shelter from the wind and rain. Yes, for a beast, this was a mansion. Wangcai lay down again in the shade in the corner, and then drooped his ears again, motionless, probably to save energy.
The old man looked at Wangcai, and then said hello, and Wangcai flew to the old man's side. Well, Wangcai is not an angel and does not have wings.
Without any greeting, Wangcai crawled under the table and started eating. The chicken was delicious, and the chicken bones were even better. For those who are hungry and have a full meal, eating chicken bones is like catching up with the New Year, and it can be regarded as a gift from God. It can be seen that reincarnation is a technical job. It is like this for people, but it is not like this for dogs. If Wangcai is a famous dog, he will not be complacent just because he ate a chicken bone. Then Wangcai's food is absolutely luxurious, he has clothes to wear, and he can take a bath and get a haircut. , they will also have their own separate room, with toys, and people to accompany them, and food and drink are also shipped across the ocean from outside. Some families’ expenses for a dog in one year are often more than that of ordinary people in the Ming Empire in ten years. The cost of living is even higher. Of course, if you give it shit, the dog will eat it.
When it comes to reincarnation, we start talking about the immortal king. In his previous life, the immortal king had a very hard life. After going through a lot of hardships, he finally became a man of four kinds, but in the end, he did not travel again with the regrets of a man. Before I could enjoy my happy life, I felt sorry for my school beauty wife.
But the king in this world will not be happy even if he is not dead. Since he woke up, the only living thing he has seen is the old man eating chicken. In his mind, this old man is still his relative - grandpa. Of course, there is also the big yellow dog Wangcai feasting on chicken under the table.
There are no mansions, no luxury cars, let alone maids who serve people. They are all wishful thinking. Once you travel through time, you will be in hell mode. Even simple three meals a day has become a problem, potatoes, cabbage, cabbage and potatoes, even like this All the food and drinks provided for him were borrowed from the country of Li Zheng and Li Bao at the foot of the mountain. I have to say that Li Zheng is a good person, and he is unlucky. On those days when Mr. Li Zheng is not feeling well every month, Wang Budie is very likely to return empty-handed. .
Wang Busheng woke up, and according to the old man's explanation, the reason why he passed out was that he went to Li Zheng's house to steal a chicken at noon, and was hit by an iron pot thrown by Li Baoguo. Guo horoscope is a sign of conflict. Fortunately, Wangfeng Wangcai found the old man in time, otherwise Wang Busheng would have been in bad luck, and there would be no possibility of traveling through time again. Wang Busheng was rescued, and Wangcai became Wang Busheng's great benefactor.
When Wang Bu die woke up, he only felt that his mind was groggy. After drinking so much Meng Po soup, Wang Bu die still had a faint impression of the memory of his previous life, but he couldn't think of it for a while, so he simply didn't think about it, and the memory of this life was still there. My memory is also limited. I only remember the small temple and the Wuhu Village at the foot of the mountain.
Besides, Wang Busheng's appearance is still somewhat similar to his previous life. Well, the meaning is very simple and easy to understand. Wang Busheng in his previous life was not outstanding in appearance and had a popular face. It is the same in this life as well. The only difference is The place is now Wang Busheng. He always has a bad smile on his lips. I always feel that this kid is preparing to trick people.
Let’s talk about Wang Busei’s height. He is very popular, but being tall can also attract the attention of girls. However, Wang Busheng’s height is also very popular. One foot is about 33 centimeters. Wang Busheng can only be a little over five feet. He is only around 1.7 meters tall. According to the old man, twenty-five grows taller and thirty-three dashes faster. Wang Busheng is less than twenty this year, so there is still a chance for improvement.
On days when he wakes up and sleeps, Wang Busheng feels very happy. But within a few days, happiness left him. Wang Busheng was kicked out of bed by the old man, and he once again began a life of darkness.
In June, when the sun is shining brightly, talented people will also recite a poem. In midsummer, gold and fire compete, yin and yang compete for each other, the heaven and earth drums bake the furnace, and Kua Fu is dying of thirst. Well, this poet is straight White, change to a more elegant one, Pavilion Wu Guo Ge Yang, Guifeng shrinks his head and does not meet each other.
But if it were Wang BuShi, Wang BuShi could only curse weakly: "I'll go, it's so hot."
The old man was sitting under the eaves, with Wangcai lying under the table. On the other hand, Wang Busheng stood with his feet parallel and shoulder width apart, his knees bent in a half-squat, his thighs slightly flat, his toes clasped inward, and his five toes grasped. On the ground, the center of gravity is between the legs, the knees are abducted, perpendicular to the toes, the crotch is rounded, the head is straight, the strength is straight, the chest is held, the abdomen is tightened, the anus is raised, the waist is erect, the hips are opened, the shoulders are lowered, and the hips are drawn in.
Well, that's right, this is the essentials of the Zamabu movement. Wang BuSheng has been maintaining the movement for several hours now. The only difference is that Wang BuShi has no idle hands. One hand is stretched forward and the other hand is holding a pen.
On the table are several stacks of paper, and of course there are several books, such as "Tao Te Ching", "Book of Changes", "Tai Shang Ying Pian", "Xisheng Jing", "Nan Hua Zhen Jing", "Chongxu Zhen Jing" and "The Original Purpose of Dao Xuan Jing" , Well, yes, they are all Taoist classics. I guess the old man did not believe in Buddhism and converted to Christianity.
Everyone guessed correctly, Wang Bu was copying a book, and the one next to him should have been finished. Looking at this handwriting, I have to say that God still did not give Wang Busui an outstanding appearance in this life, but the writing is still OK. Sometimes it is vigorous and powerful, like a silver hook and iron painting, and the bones are penetrating, and sometimes it is like scratches in the sand. Cherish paper and be stingy with ink. Don't look at the face, just look at the words, which is quite popular.
I guess the old man is also a huge fan of Sanqing, otherwise there wouldn’t be so many unique copies of Taoism, some of which are difficult to buy on the market.
Wang Bushi can no longer remember how long he has been like this. Ever since he was able to get out of bed and move around, the old man has been exercising himself in this way. In the old man's words: "Tone your muscles and bones, and you will not be afraid of Li Zheng's iron pot."
Wang Bushi didn't understand very much. If he wanted to resist the iron pots of Li Zheng's family, shouldn't he practice Iron Head Kung Fu? He couldn't do the same thing every day, so he couldn't do it. He could just practice the Vajra Cover Iron Cloth Shirt, which was better than doing the same thing every day. Squatting like a fool.
Wang Bushi protested many times, but the old man turned out to be very undemocratic. After several beatings, Wang Bushi became honest.
This morning, before dawn, Wang Bu was called out. He wanted to say that he was still growing and needed enough sleep, but when he saw the pole in the old man's hand, Wang Bu was shut up again.
In this way, Wang Busheng started his day's work, going to the mountain to fetch water. Others had the habit of doing morning exercises, but the old man had the habit of taking a bath in the morning. Moreover, the old man loved to be clean, so he consumed a lot of water. Generally, Wang Bushui needed to carry twenty A few buckets, and then it was time to prepare breakfast. There was nothing in the small temple, so I could only quietly go to Li Zheng's house to borrow some. A few cucumbers and tomatoes today, and a chicken or something tomorrow.
Today, Wang Busheng was lucky enough to borrow a chicken, which was the one the old man was eating.
Watching the old man's swallowing movements, Wang Bushi couldn't help but swallow. Seeing Wangcai chewing bones, Wang Bushu wanted to kick it away and add a few bites himself.
Wang Bu die's vision was very aggressive, and his animal sense was particularly sensitive. Sensing Wang Bu die's intention, Wang Cai took the leftover bones in his mouth, fled quickly, dug a hole and buried it in his house, and then buried it in the corner of his house. Bury a few pieces in each place. Dogs have evolved these days and know that eggs cannot be put in the same basket.
Of course, Wang Busheng still has noble sentiments. He fought with dogs for food. Wang Busheng did it in his previous life, but he has never tried it in this life.
Having maintained this posture for several hours, Wang Busui's legs and feet were already numb, and his waist didn't seem to be affected by himself. Seeing that the old man was having fun, Wang Busui quietly put down his pen and stretched.
