CH 92

Hearing Li Huowang's words, Wu Qing, whose half of the face was still swollen, snorted coldly, moved his stool while holding his bowl, and turned his back to the young man who came out of the West Wing.

"Heh, that makes me look stingy, Senior Brother Li. You must have spent a lot of silver to convince him, right?"

After saying that, he walked straight to the lobby and picked up a beige steamed bun from the bowl and started munching on it.

"Hey! You little brat, how dare you speak like that!! Don't you have a mother?"

With Li Huowang backing him up, Wu Qing's momentum was obviously different from when he was tied up last night.

Hearing this old man dare to insult his own mother, the fire in his heart burst instantly. With a "clang!" sound, the long sword that was as sharp as mud was pulled out, pointing directly at Wu Qing's goat beard. "Say it again if you have the guts!!"

"What are you doing, what are you doing!" Wu Qing's six sons and eight grandsons put down their bowls and rolled up their sleeves, aggressively surrounding him.

"Fuck your grandpa, do you think I'm afraid of you? Whoever dares to come forward and try it out, I have hundreds of lives in my hands! I can add a few more, come on if you have the guts!"

Looking at the unfriendly eyes of the people in front of him, he instinctively felt extremely annoyed, and his heartbeat accelerated.

"Put down the sword and stand outside the door!" A scolding voice broke the tense atmosphere.

Seeing that Li Huowang's expression had become cold, he knew that Senior Brother was really angry. He disdainfully glanced at the Wu family around him, put away his sword, and turned around to walk towards the door.

Li Senior Brother's voice kept coming into his ears from behind. "Old man, young people like to brag and talk tough, but in fact, they're all fake. This kid hasn't even killed anyone."

"Hmph, this little kid is all talk and no substance. Can't I see through him? Hey, this kind of young man thinks he's capable, but he's just a little yellow-haired boy. I've eaten more salt than he's eaten rice."

When he heard this, he was about to turn around angrily. What's wrong with being young? Isn't a fourteen-year-old a man? This old man only knows how to rely on his age.

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

In the early morning, a thin layer of white mist rose on the village road, and the air was very refreshing. He stretched his hands and yawned, then rolled up the patched cuffs on his body and squatted down to watch the ants.

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

He stood up, straightened his yellow monk robe, and politely clasped his hands together in front of the white-haired girl in front of him. "Amitabha, good karma, good karma. This monk is meditating."

"Hehe, you're such an interesting monk, like a child. Watching ants move and still saying it's meditation."Looking at the slight trembling of the white eyelashes of the girl, the monk was a little absent-minded, as if he had remembered something.

But as soon as he came back to his senses, he immediately lowered his head and began to recite the sutras, no longer daring to look at the girl who had easily shaken his Buddhist mind.

"You focus on your meditation, goodbye."

Watching the girl enter the Wu family compound, he found that there were still many unfamiliar faces in the yard. "Has the village chief's house received guests? Why haven't I heard about it in the past few days?"

The monk stood in place, looking at these strange-looking outsiders. Suddenly, he slapped his forehead with his hand.

"What's wrong with me? Why am I asking about other people's affairs like those gossipy women in the village? As a monk, I shouldn't be attached to worldly matters. I'd better go and recite my sutras." The monk quickly turned around and walked towards his temple, turning the Buddhist beads in his hand.

As he walked, he saw a pile of dung on the ground. Before he could get close, a child carrying a bamboo basket on his back rushed over and threw the cow dung towards the basket behind him, saying, "This is the dung from my cow! It's mine!"

He became anxious when he heard this. "What do you mean it's from your cow? I said it's from my cow! No way! This cow dung must be mine!"

The child put his hands on his face and made a face at him. "Shame, shame, shame~ You're such an old man, and you're still fighting over cow dung with a child."

His face turned red, and he raised his cane to teach the disrespectful child a lesson.

Seeing the other person making faces and quickly running away, he couldn't help but laugh. "I'm already so old, why am I still getting angry with a child?"

Leaning on his cane, he slowly came to the small courtyard where he had lived his whole life, and sat down on the rocking chair, quietly watching the fallen leaves in the yard, reminiscing about his ordinary life.

At this time, the voice of his old neighbor's teasing came from the door. "Old bones~ You're 84 years old this year. As the old saying goes, if you're 73 or 84, the King of Hell won't call you. When are you going to go? Hahaha~"

"Hey! This old guy only knows how to curse me. Let me curse him back."

Just as he was about to get up from the rocking chair, he suddenly had a feeling that his time had come. He had often heard the elderly say that there were omens before death, but he never thought it would happen to him.

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

But the next moment, everything around him suddenly twisted, even his wrinkled face twisted rapidly.

Sometimes he became a teenager, sometimes a monk with a scar on his head, and even tried to transform into an old woman.

But after changing several times in a row, his face finally settled into that of a teenager.Looking at the familiar yet strange 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 am I? What am I supposed to do?"

Coincidentally, two people in hospital gowns walked past him from the nearby window, chatting as they walked.

"I'm different from you guys. I have a neurological disorder, not a mental illness. Neurological disorder refers to the disease of central or peripheral nervous tissues. Neurological disorders are fundamentally stigmatized by mental illness! Look, people like Xiao Li are the real mental patients, always talking nonsense and self-harming."

"You should keep your mouth shut. This kid is also a pitiful person, suffering from such a serious illness at such a young age."

"Is Li Huowang going to jump up and curse me? Heh, it would be better if he did. I'd rather take a few curses."

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

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

"I'm not a monk or an old man at all! I'm Li Huowang! The evil spirit of Làyuè shíbā stole my name!!"