Crack, crackle…
In Xiyang County, firecrackers were blasting in front of Yuan Wen's house, and gongs and drums were noisy.
Inside and outside the house, there was great joy.
Because Yuan Wen's newly married ninth concubine gave birth to a daughter of his.
Logically speaking, you should be so happy because you are blessed with a precious son. You are blessed with a daughter of a concubine. If it were placed in the home of other landowners and gentry, most of them would not even bother to take a look, and even the concubine would fall out of favor.
However, Wen Yuan's wife is just the opposite.
The Warden has been coveting girls for several years, but from the wife of the principal wife to the concubines of several houses, all he has given birth to are sons. He has had sixteen sons in a row, but not one of them is a girl. He is so angry that he scolds his mother all day long. The wife of the first wife and all the concubines were so aggrieved that they burst into tears, saying to themselves that there was no reason in the world for giving birth to a son and still being scolded.
So today, the girl I was looking forward to finally came, and I was so happy that Mr. Wen smiled from ear to ear.
"Master, this recipe for giving birth to a girl was found for you by my concubine. Don't you want to reward me with something?" the principal wife asked from the side.
"Haha, reward, reward must be given! There is reward for everything!" Wen Yuanwai waved his hand and rewarded everyone in the house. Even the guard dog was rewarded with two meat bones, and there was a feast for three days. Invite people from the whole county to eat.
"Sir, there is an old monk asking for alms outside the door. I think he has an extraordinary temperament, as if he is an eminent monk, so I came to ask if I would like to invite him into the house?" A servant at the gate came to report.
Upon hearing this, Wen Yuanwai immediately nodded and said, "Please, please come soon! The eminent monk has arrived just in time. Let him give my little girl a blessed name."
"Okay." The servant responded.
After a while, the servant brought the old monk to the hall for alms.
When Wen Wen saw the old monk for the first time, he couldn't help but chew his teeth. He cast an angry look at the servant and cursed in his heart: "Do you have fucking eyes on your butt? This fucking monk is a qualified monk." ? It’s clearly one—one—”
He couldn't find the right words to describe the old monk in front of him.
I saw that the old monk had a very strange face. His eyes, ears, mouth and nose were almost squeezed together. The corners of his eyes were twitching, the corners of his mouth were turned down, and his nose was wrinkled. At first glance, he looked like he was crying. At second glance, he looked like he was crying. It still looks like crying, just a sad face.
Looking at this face, Wen Yuanwai felt as if the Sangmenxing had come to visit him on a happy day. He was cursing the bad luck in his heart, and his joyful mood suddenly cooled down by half. He was about to stand up to greet him, and he lifted up half of his chair. Buttocks, immediately sat back, excited
Zhiqueque asked, "Dare you ask the eminent monk his name?"
"Amitabha, the poor monk's name is so painful." The old monk replied.
When Wen Wenwai heard this, he frowned and thought to himself: "You are already suffering, and yet you still take the name "How Suffering". Are you afraid that you will not be suffering enough in this life?" Bad luck, really bad luck! Why did such a person come to the big day? It's better to send him away quickly. "
So he said: "Master Duoku, today I am very happy to have a thousand pieces of gold. Everyone who comes in will be rewarded. Wang You, take this master to the kitchen and ask the cook to cook some delicious vegetarian dishes for him, and give some more before leaving. money for the journey."
The servant named Wang You had already sensed Yuan Wen's displeasure from his expression and cold tone, and he quickly responded, "Yes. Master, please come this way."
"Amitabha, can I let the poor monk and my uncle Yuan say something?" the old monk asked.
"Master, please speak." Wen Yuanwai said, suppressing his discomfort.
"According to the poor monk's observation, my father-in-law is destined to have many children but no daughters. Therefore, even if a baby girl is born today, she must have died in infancy——"
When Wen Wen heard this, he immediately became furious. He stood up suddenly and shouted angrily: "Here, come here, kick this bald donkey out who talks nonsense! No, kick him out!"
Wang You was so frightened by the old monk's words that he felt that he was going to kill him. He couldn't help but get angry in his heart. He kicked the old monk to the ground with his flying kick and cursed: "You old bald donkey, how dare you... If you dare to talk nonsense, I will beat you to death!"
He said that he would ride on the old monk and give him a hard beating.
, and then he stopped beating the old monk until his mouth and nose started to bleed.
Then he grabbed the old monk by his collar and dragged him out of the house and threw him into the street.
After hearing the good news, the beggars who came to ask for money heard that the old monk was rude to Wen Wai. They immediately swarmed up and punched and kicked the old monk, then dragged him to a distant street corner and threw him away, so as not to be upset by Wen Wai's sight. Don't give them happy money.
"Master, I really deserve death. I blindly invited a crazy monk into the door. Damn it! Damn it! Damn it..."
Bang bang bang…
Wang You returned to the hall and took the initiative to kneel down outside the Wen officer to plead guilty. Every time he said "Damn", he slapped himself hard. The slaps were so severe that his face became swollen after three or two slaps.
"Okay." Officer Wen waved his hand.
"Thank you, sir, thank you, sir!" Wang You suddenly felt as if he was forgiven.
"I heard the monk whining and saying something outside the door. What did he say?" Wen asked.
"The little one...the little one dare not say it
. "Wang You lowered his head and hesitated.
"Excuse me, tell me."
"The old bald donkey said - that the young lady was born to have a hard life. She was in conflict with wealth and had to be raised poor. Otherwise - otherwise -"
"What else?"
"Otherwise - otherwise I won't live long."
"You bastard!" Wen Yuanwai was almost furious. He gritted his teeth and said bitterly, "Take a few people and drive the thief out of Xiyang County!"
"yes."
Wang You took several domestic slaves and found the old monk who was abandoned by the beggar on the street corner. He beat and kicked him again and then threw him out of Xiyang County.
The old monk lay on the side of the road for a long time before taking a breath. He got up with difficulty, patted the dirt on his body, and found a path to walk eastward.
…
Zhang Xiaozu set up two tombstones on the top of a hill.
A tombstone reads: Zhang Meng’s Tomb.
Another tombstone reads: Tomb of Zhang Damao.
However, the tomb was empty, because one of them was blasted into blood mist by Zial's punch, and the other self-destructed, leaving no bones left.
"Senior Brother, can I still practice when one Qi transforms into three pure states?" Zhang Xiaozu bowed to the two tombs and then asked Qingqu.
Qingqu frowned and whispered: "Although One Qi Transforms Three Purities is Master's strongest secret technique, it has a big problem. You should have discovered it, right?"
"Did the clone create an independent personality, break away from the main body, or even disobey the main body's control?" Zhang Xiaozhu asked.
"Yes." Qingqu nodded, "Actually, it doesn't matter if the clone separates from the main body. Just think that he has two more twin brothers. But he is afraid that the clone will become jealous of the main body and want to replace the existence of the main body. My clone was like this back then, and I finally killed it with a sword.
Even, I can no longer tell whether it was the main body that killed the clone, or the clone that killed the main body. That means I am not sure whether I am the main body or the clone now?
Scary, right? "
Zhang Xiaozu turned his head and looked at Qingqu in shock. A sense of panic ran from his tailbone to the back of his head, and he shuddered involuntarily.
"You'd better stop practicing it if you can help it." Clear the channel.
"I won't practice anymore." Zhang Xiaozhu said firmly.
He didn't want to be like Qingqu, unable to tell who he was. That would be really scary.
Furthermore, it must have been extremely painful to kill the twin brother who had fought alongside him with a sword.
