Hachishomon

Book Title: Eight Life Gates

Author: Junzi Shuyang

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In his previous life, the big devil that everyone shouted and beaten, Lu Wangchuan, fell to his wits and died. After being reincarnated as a human, he was unwilling to be lonely and went back to his old job, and embarked on the path of cultivating demons to death——

Falling into the devil's way, he is happy, but the more he looks at a noble, glamorous and stunning mage, the more pleasing to the eye, so what should he do?Broken sleeves or continuous sleeves, this is really a fucking tangled question!

Crazy, cool, sick and delicate, VS noble, glamorous and infatuated attack.

Duan Chongshu: Wangchuan, I would like to spend the spring and autumn with you in the morning and evening, and bury Nanshan Hill together after a hundred years.

Lu Wangchuan: If you do this, you will be fucked! Let me tell you!

This is a sad story of an evil, charming and second-year-old devil who lived two lifetimes before realizing that he had been broken-bent-ed long ago.

Cultivation text, 1VS1, plot flow, I really don't know how to write a copy, let's read the text.

Content tags: Rebirth, Love, Killing, Xianxia Cultivation, Past and Present

Search keywords: Protagonist: Lu Wangchuan, Duan Chongshu┃Supporting actors: Nie Huayin, Chu Huanian, Luo Yutang, Mu Youcai, Jiang Hua, Tang He┃Others: 1VS1, HE

☆, Gentleman 【[-]】

Daqi's country has been precariously supported for nearly a hundred years. The country and the people's peace at the beginning of the dynasty have long passed. Since the old emperor on the dragon chair ascended the throne, the country has declined inch by inch. The life of the people is not good, so there will be troubles, not only the court fights endlessly, even the peasants who farm the land can't stand the rich and noble people of the ruling class who don't govern the country, don't love the people, and the treasury is empty All of them are still jumping around trying to usurp the throne, thinking about the broken dragon chair that was murdered by the gods!

Well, you rebel against me and everyone rebels, and only if you rebel together is the real rebellion!

A group of poor guys felt that life was too damn hard to live on, so they called a few bankers from the neighboring village who were also stubborn, and they pulled up a tiger flag, and it was the opposite!

There is no peace in the four seas, but there are rebellions everywhere. This worries the old emperor in the palace. Life is worse than that of an old man from a poor family.

The national treasury was empty, and the heavy taxes and corvees couldn't fill up even a single star. The ministers were crazy, one by one, they persuaded him to step down, secretly recruited soldiers and bought horses, and prepared to add another fire to the smoky Daqi Jiangshan.

The old emperor sat on the dragon chair and didn't close his eyes all night, thinking about how the country he won so hard back then has collapsed like this, how can this fragmented and dilapidated country be defended?

Ugh……

The old emperor was gloomy, sitting on the dragon chair and sighing for a long time.

After a while, the eunuch came to report, saying that he found a monk who broke into the imperial dining room without authorization, and he was caught by the Habayashi army and did not know how to deal with it, so he came to report to His Majesty.

To say that this little eunuch is also clever, if he finds a trespasser on weekdays, he must be stabbed to death with a sword, and then report to the emperor, even sit in the imperial guards, and then kill his whole family, but now it is obviously not the same as usual , because the national calamity is at the forefront, he is a monk, he is half a Buddha, if he is involved in the fate of the country... If he stabs him to death with a sword without authorization, the little eunuch will also suffer.

Sure enough, the old emperor was furious when he heard about it. Could it be that the imperial guards are so disorganized?Is it impossible to help these unscrupulous people destroy his country? !

Wait a minute, monk?

The old emperor jumped up and rushed out like a flash of light.

Could it be that Buddha helps me? !

When he saw the monk who was surrounded by the imperial guards with knives, the old emperor's heart fell again.

This monk is older than him, at the end of his life, his clothes are full of holes and oil stains, he is so poor that he can't even wear shoes, even if he catches a person and throws him into the mud, he will be cleaner than him, the old emperor is far away I could smell the sour smell on him.

Seeing the old emperor, the old monk stood up with a cane and a bad leg, smiling like a foolish old man in the village.

"Old man, come here, the poor monk has something to say to you."

When the emperor heard this, he almost didn't roll his eyes at him. If he hadn't thought that he was a monk, and now that the country was facing a crisis, he still wanted to use the fortune of the country to keep the country, and he would have killed this crazy monk who dared to call him an old man.

The old emperor waved the imperial guards and approached: "What does the master have to teach?"

The old monk raised his crutches and stood alone, pointing at the overcast and cloudy sky these past few days, shaking his head pretending to be a ghost, as soon as he opened his mouth, he rushed to find the dead one: "Do you know that today is the day when the Sifang God Realm accepts demons? The Xie family's country is about to end."

Hearing this, the old emperor didn't catch his breath and almost suffocated himself to death. He held his heart and blew on his beard, and several court ladies followed his heart.

"You, what did you say?!"

The old monk didn't know that his death was approaching and laughed wantonly: "The country is in trouble, and there will be no monsters in the world. Once this monster comes out, the country will change hands, hahahahahahahahaha!"

The old emperor's face was blood red: "Presumptuous!"

The old monk shook his head and chanted a mantra: "No, no, it's the benefactor. You are too presumptuous. You Xie Jiakai, the emperor, borrowed the fortune of the country from my heavenly Buddha for 73 years at the beginning of the founding of the country. Now that the time limit has passed, you still stick to the dragon chair and refuse to accept it." Abdicated, do you still remember the Chu prince who was beheaded by you at the Meridian Gate three years ago? He is the person who succeeded your Xie family's dragon veins. If you behead him, you will cut off the Xie family's dragon's spine. Amitabha is really presumptuous—"

Hearing this, the old emperor's three souls lost seven souls in anger, and almost pouted.

At this time, a thunderstorm suddenly fell from the sky, and it exploded on the top of the South China Sea, followed by several streaks of sky light, floating under the sky like multicolored silk like a celestial maid's untied robe.

Everyone was stunned by this strange sight that had never happened in a thousand years, even the emperor himself looked up.

The old monk pinched his fingers and made the calculations, and sighed: "It's too late, the monster is born... disciple, you have to go for a while."

Whispering, he flicked his finger towards the sky, and suddenly a strange bird with fiery red feathers appeared with a long chirp, dragging a blazing flame tail, spinning rapidly into the sky and breaking through the clouds.

In the purple bamboo forest of Mount Penglai, a man dressed in Buddhist attire stretched out his hand towards the flying bird, and the bird landed firmly on his arm with long sleeves hanging down to his knees, and the flames all over his body faded away.

The South China Sea is roaring, and monsters are born...

The man in snow-white clothes let go of the flamingos, and spread out his right hand, and there was already a nine-linked Zen stick in his hand.

In the clouds and mist in the distance, a crane flew out and stopped beside him.

"Alright, then you can go with me to the South China Sea."

With a cry of immortality, the crane dragged him out of the purple bamboo forest surrounded by mist and immortality in Yunshan Mountain, and shuttled among the clouds.

After leaving the purple bamboo forest, several cranes followed him one after another. The man stood on the back of the crane, holding a stick in one hand and clasped hands in the other.

The old monk squinted his eyes and saw a flash of white Buddha light in the sky.

"I recognize the light!"

A guard shouted loudly: "That is the Buddha light of Great Master Chongshu. The great master has gone to collect the demons. Your Majesty, the great master has gone to collect the demons!"

The old emperor almost burst into tears with joy: "Okay, okay, I will be saved if I accept this demon! That demon monk, what else can you say!"

The old monk was not afraid at all, and said with a smile: "The benefactor does not know, there are two demons, one is in the South China Sea, and the other is in the palace."

As she said that, she saw the concubine in a gorgeous palace attire approaching, walking slowly and carefully supported by two maids, her abdomen was swollen high, obviously she was about to give birth.

When the old monk saw it, he stretched his neck like a fighting cock and jumped up, yelling strangely: "Monster! It's not a monster! It's not for you! It's not for you!"

When the imperial concubine heard this, she was so scared that she dared not move, her beautiful face was full of shock and fear.

The old emperor Long Wei was furious, thinking that he was so old and finally looking forward to a successor who was about to be born, and now he is being pointed at and scolded as a monster.

What is the monk, I will kill the Buddha!Die, die, die, everyone!

"Get it for me!"

Unexpectedly, the old monk's old bones are still quite strong, he dragged a useless leg and abruptly broke out of the siege of swords, and jumped in front of the noble concubine with one foot, scaring away the servants who served the noble concubine with his wretched face like an old toad The little maid also turned the imperial concubine's face pale in shock.

The old monk pointed at the imperial concubine's belly, and said with a crazy smile: "You, you, it's karma, good friend!"

A group of guards raised their swords and rushed over to strike, when suddenly they heard the sound of the earth cracking, and a roar like a river breaking came from the South China Sea, shaking thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and thunder struck like the wrath of the sky.

At this time, a demonic light invisible to ordinary people penetrated into the imperial concubine's belly like a meteor from the sky.

The imperial concubine held her stomach and screamed for pain, and broke out in a cold sweat in an instant.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty is about to give birth!"

The maid stepped forward to help her in panic, but the old monk pushed the maid away and suddenly reached out and slapped the imperial concubine on the stomach.

"What a powerful little guy, did you want your mother's life?!"

The old monk was caught by the guards, and the emperor sent someone to escort the noble concubine back to the palace, and then issued an oral order: "Kill!"

The old monk knelt on the ground and laughed maniacally at the emperor's embarrassed back: "You have been sitting on the dragon bed for more than a hundred years, and you have not heard the waves of the world. Let's see the way of heaven and reincarnation!"

After speaking, the person turned into a gust of wind and disappeared.

The swords in the hands of the guards were on the ground one after another, and they called the gods to the sky.

In the end, a resounding sound resounded like a Buddha bell resounded through the palace——Your son is the monster of the Wangchuan River, if you keep it, you will become a disaster!

Later, according to the people, there was a big fire in the palace that night, a fire that could not be extinguished by a heavy rain, and burned the whole palace up and down, inside and out. one torch.

Some well-informed old people say that a fire that cannot be extinguished by heavy rain is karmic fire. No matter how much sin you have committed, God will burn it with karmic fire.

The old emperor refused to listen to dissuasion with his naked eyes, humiliated the Buddha, and left the devil behind. His crime is unforgivable...

Right and wrong, no one can tell, Daqi died, and the country changed its surname to Chu.

On the day when the Great Chu Emperor ascended the throne, colorful auspicious clouds appeared on the repaired palace walls. All of a sudden, the new emperor won the destiny and the hearts of the people.

It seems that the broken dragon vein has been reconnected, the stability of the country has been restored, and the people have taken care of their own families, and they can live and work in peace and contentment if they make a living.

As for the prince who was born subjugated, it is still a mystery whether he is dead or alive. Some people say that a red light flew out from the palace on the day the palace was burned by fire, and some people said that the prince was burned to death in the arms of the noble concubine.

There are different opinions. Whether it is true or not is not so important when the dynasty changes. In the days when the country was prosperous and the people were peaceful, who still remembered the prince who died.

12 years later———

In a remote mountain village thousands of miles away from the imperial capital, people here hunt and farm, and lead a peaceful life of contentment.

In Lao Tongsheng's classroom, more than a dozen commoner children held crudely made scriptures and shook their heads after Lao Tongsheng.

A big banyan tree stretched out its canopy to cover a mud house tightly, which is very gratifying in the shade in today's scorching heat.

Suddenly, a head popped out slowly from the window, revealing only a pair of black and white beautiful eyes, those eyes rolled around, and then looked at the book of a little boy below, did not read a few words with them, and heard Someone shouted.

"The little beggar is here again!"

A rather muscular boy compared to his peers jumped up and pointed out the window, shouting, "Look, sir! The little beggar is here to eavesdrop again!"

The students all turned their heads to look at it.

The one who eavesdropped outside the window didn't say anything, just took out his slingshot and shot a stone at the boy who reported him.

"Whoops"

Wang Shuigang rubbed his forehead and angrily chased after him, followed by a group of spectators howling.

The eavesdropping little boy saw that they were chasing them anxiously, he bit the slingshot's hands and feet, ran up the big banyan tree like a monkey, and smiled proudly at them while riding on the branch.

The group of children below picked up stones and threw him, and Wang Shuiguan put his hips on his hips and shouted, "Come down if you have the ability, and I will beat you to death!"

The twelve or thirteen-year-old boy didn't compete with him, he even picked a handful of leaves and rolled them into a ball, then pulled out the slingshot and hit him in the face.

The young boy flicked the slingshot in his hand and smiled with dimples on his face. His eyes were filled with ghostly awns, and the dimples seemed to be full of bad water. Moving his eyeballs was a bad idea. It was really impressive. I really want to punch him!

The little boy shook his legs confidently: "Come up, I'll let you beat me up"

The little friends screamed and booed, Wang Shuiguan started to climb up without saying anything, and fell down after climbing a few times. He could only be anxious, and suddenly turned his eyes, and saw a little black cat squatting on the side .

The little boy's heart skipped a beat: "Don't touch my cat!"

Wang Shuiguan picked up a kitten that was a few inches bigger than his hand and showed it to him: "Come down, or I won't be able to beat you and I will beat your cat!"

"Come down, come down, if you dare to touch my cat, I will kill you!"

The little boy pinned the slingshot to his waist, hugged the tree trunk and slid down.

The friends swarmed up and kicked him one by one because there were too many people. After kicking a few times, he saw him slipping like a loach and slipped away.

Wang Shuiguan hadn't had fun holding the cat for a while, when he saw a figure flashing in front of him, avoiding the cat, and ran away. Before he ran, he even spit at himself!

For more than ten years, Lu Wangchuan went up to the house to expose tiles and go down to the river to fish and fish. Everyone who saw him wanted to catch him and beat him a few times, but he was forced to practice his excellent skills. You If he was not caught carelessly, he had already run two miles away, which was both popular and hated.

Wang Shuiguan at the back shouted angrily: "Lu Wangchuan, you little beggar, you wait, I will let my father beat you to death!"

The author has something to say: New article, to tell the truth from the bottom of my heart, I am very confident in this article, but I have no confidence in the current reading atmosphere.

I was lucky to get some results, and it would be normal if I had to die again.

Please be good to the old ones, please hey inside the guest officer!

☆, Gentleman【[-]】

Lu Wangchuan ran all the way to the small river outside the village before stopping. He looked back to see that no one was chasing him, so he sat down to take a breath, took a cup of water to wash his face, and then took a few sips without hesitation. and scooped up a little to feed his precious cat.

The little black cat took a few sips of water and then lay down on his palm. It was so obedient and clever that it didn't mess with anything. It didn't know how much better it was than its master.

He put the kitten on the soft grass, looked left and right, as if he was always worried that someone would grab his things, pulled out a handful of grass and scattered it on the little black cat, covered it with a thin layer of green grass, and then pinched it. Pinch its fingernail-sized ears and say, "Go to sleep for a while"

Wading waist-deep into the river, he took off his homemade jacket and took a simple bath, then wrung out the clothes and sat in the river holding the clothes to dry. At that time, he saw another peach tree on the east side of the small hill bearing fruit. It was bright red, which was very beautiful.

Putting wet clothes on his body, Lu Wangchuan, an annoying person, happily ran towards Xiaoguolin.

Wow, it really is a peach, it's big and round and it looks sweet!

He couldn't wait to pick a few hairs that he hugged and gnawed.

People call him a little beggar for no reason. He has no father since he was a child, and he wandered around with his mother to beg for a living. , but not dirty.

His mother, a gentle and kind-hearted Jiangnan woman, often cuts his short robe a little shorter than others, so that the cloth can be saved to make an extra pair of shoes for him. Children grow up fast, and he is Running around all day and night without making a few more pairs of shoes, the child will suffer, so Lu Wangchuan often wears short clothes, which looks stretched.

He also knew that he was wasting shoes, so he simply tore off the sleeves in summer and asked his mother to make shoes for him.

Lady Lu held both sleeves and laughed for a long time, then nodded his forehead: "Tear off the sleeves, how will you wear them in winter?"

Ever since, Lu Wangchuan never did that stupid thing again.

Back to the present, when he saw that Taozi was good, how could he not want to give some to his mother? He stuffed the peach in his mouth, rolled up his sleeves, and started this petty and petty business. After doing more than a dozen rounds, he jumped back to the small river as if he had found a treasure, picked up the little black cat that was still sleeping, and ran home excitedly.

His house is a small yard with only two adobe houses, but the yard is full of colorful summer flowers and a lush vegetable garden, and the small place where the couple live is kept alive and green by this poetic Jiangnan woman. .

Mrs. Lu was choosing vegetables by the well, and took the peaches and asked him where they came from.

A woman from Jiangnan was blind, probably more than ten years ago. There was a fire at home, and the burned beams fell down and killed her infant child. She mourned the loss of her child. She cried and went blind because of her. blinded, divorced by her husband.

There has been no one in her natal family for a long time. In order to make a living, she carried a pipa and sold and sang for a living. In the career of walking, selling and singing, there is an extra child to accompany him.

Lu Wangchuan squatted on the ground and warmed her red hands soaked in well water, talking nonsense made up on the road: "I changed it, I helped Uncle Yang build the cowshed, and he gave it to me."

Mrs. Lu touched his head, and said with a gratified smile: "It's great, Xiao Chuan has grown up, is he tired? Are your hands blistered? Let my mother touch it."

Lu Wangchuan smirked and said no, and pushed the peach to her mouth: "Mother, try it, this peach is so sweet."

The two finished eating a peach facing each other, and Mrs. Lu went into the kitchen to cook, while he squatted in the yard to tease a bee whose wings had been pinched off by him.

Wujin Xichui, when the smoke was rising from every house, Wang Shuigang led his mother to come.

Lu Wangchuan looked through the fence and hurried into the hut: "Oh my mother, I have a stomachache"

As soon as the door of the hut was closed, Wang Shuiguan's mother, who was as strong as Wang Shuiguan, walked into the yard imposingly: "Is the lady of the Lu family at home? Come out!"

Mrs. Lu came out of the kitchen, and smiled before saying anything: "Is the eldest sister of the Wang family? Is there something wrong?"

Mrs. Wang pushed her son in front of him: "Look, it's all good things done by your son!"

After that, he said in a harsh voice, "You can't see it either, so let me tell you, your son punched two bumps on my son's head, and the swelling was as high as a chestnut!"

Mrs. Lu smiled more quietly: "What's the matter? Did Xiao Chuan call him?"

A young boy already knows how to play tricks, Wang Shuiguan recounted what happened in the afternoon in detail, every time he said a word, Madam Lu's face turned pale.

"This is because I can't teach you well, so I will apologize to you, big sister."

Mrs. Lu apologized repeatedly with a smile on her face, but Mrs. Wang refused and insisted on asking Lu Wangchuan to come out and clean him up. For a while, the neighbors were alarmed by her and came to watch the fun, those who persuaded and cheered Both, after all, the Lu family is an outsider and a singing girl, and Lu Wangchuan is too lively, which has long made people in the village dislike the mother and child for a long time, and some people feel sorry for them and speak for them. Nothing less.

Lu Wangchuan in the hut couldn't stay any longer, and when he was about to roll up his sleeves and go out for a fight, he saw a group of people rushing towards his house.

It turned out that the owner of Xiaotaoyuan had arrived, and the middle-aged man approached Master Lu Jiaxing to question him based on several witnesses, without a word of politeness in his mouth.

The Lu family has never been so lively, the small yard is full of people, and the neighbors who came over after hearing the wind also joined the team to crusade against Lu Wangchuan, nothing more than bullying them as outsiders That's all.

Madam Lu's thin and slender body stood opposite them like a bluegrass plant that would be blown down by the wind at any time, she just kept her dull eyes down and said nothing.

The man whose peach was stolen asked her to hand over Lu Wangchuan, and threatened to help her educate the child. Seeing that she was just standing there stupidly, he prepared to do it by himself. Unexpectedly, as soon as he moved, Mrs. Lu was like an irritated food protector. Like a she-wolf, he picked up a bamboo flat carrying water and waved it around: "Don't move! Who of you dares to touch him!"

This woman has always been kind, easy-going and gentle, and everyone never expected that she would be so aggressive.

The owner of Taoyuan was stunned for a moment, then grabbed the bamboo flat in her hand and threw it aside, yelling.

Lu Wangchuan slammed the door of the hut, picked up a brick at the base of the wall and ran over, jumped up a few steps and slapped the brick on the man's head!

Startled, the crowd backed away.

Fortunately, it was Tuzhuan, otherwise it would have killed someone, the man angrily grabbed his collar and slapped him.

Lu Wangchuan was knocked down to the ground, and immediately picked up the bamboo weaving, got up and swept the man's legs relentlessly: "You scold my mother and I'll beat you to death! I'll beat you to death!"

The young man waved the bamboo weaving wildly as if he had lost his mind, and the crowd quickly retreated, standing outside the wall and angrily pointing a few words.

The man was also taken away by the neighbor.

Lu Wangchuan shooed them away, then pulled Mrs. Lu into the house and hung the door latch, and shouted through the door panel with reddened eyes: "We won't stay in this damn place anymore! You will all die!"

The crowd dispersed with a sigh.

Lu Wangchuan rattled away his parcels, and kept muttering about finding a place near the sea to live, mother, I will fish to support you.

Lady Lu sat on the bed without moving, and Wang Chuan ran over to hold her hand: "Mom, what's wrong with you?"

Mrs. Lu was still motionless, her face was pale and her eyes were dull.

Wang Chuan burst into tears: "Mother, talk to me, don't ignore me, I was wrong, I will never steal peaches and I will never hit anyone again, I was wrong, mother—"

Mrs. Lu blinked her gray eyes, and seemed to have some charm, tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, she looked in his direction and asked, "Really?"

"Really, mother, I really won't cause trouble again, woo woo woo woo"

Wang Chuan was out of breath from crying, and knelt down at her knees with a common sound.

Mrs. Lu gently stroked his face with some rough palms. Before she could speak, tears welled up in her eyes, and a bitter smile appeared on the corners of her lips: "Xiao Chuan, you have to remember, be steady when things happen, and think about it a few times in your heart. If you can't hold back your temperament, you will always suffer losses wherever you go, do you understand?"

In my memory, my mother has never cried, no matter how difficult and difficult their situation is, this gentle and affectionate Jiangnan woman has never shed tears, only today.

Lu Wangchuan was both shocked and hurt, and kept wiping her tears.

"I understand, mother, I really understand, please stop crying"

After finishing speaking, he himself cried out louder and cried even harder.

Sigh... Cry, cry, now that we've all started, let's have a good cry.

The two hugged and cried for a long time, until the middle of the night, when Lu Wangchuan, who was sleepy and tired from crying, was called up.

Mrs. Lu went to the town to get the wages owed to her by a big family for singing, and asked Wang Chuan to pack her bags and wait for her at the entrance of the village before dawn.

Lu Wangchuan vaguely agreed, and then took two small packages on his back and went out in the bright night before dawn.

Before leaving, he stood in the yard for a while and looked at the flower garden and vegetable garden that his mother had carefully tended. After watching, he suddenly went to the kitchen and took a torch out. He threw it into the flower garden without any hesitation, and the flame gradually ignited... …

They're all gone, so why stay here, don't leave it to anyone!

Lu Wangchuan walked forward without looking back, but saw Wang Shuiguan and several other people in the small woods beside the road. The sudden alertness made him walk in quietly and take a look. Yihong could hardly suppress the mania that was always haunting her body.

Wang Shuiguan led a big black dog to bite his little black cat!

The little black cat was lying on the ground as if its leg had been bitten off. The black dog's nose was arching over its body, and the aqua regia was still urging it: "Bite, bite!"

Lu Wangchuan hugged the little black cat without saying a word and knocked someone away. The anger and hostility in his eyes were not what a 12-year-old boy should have.

Before Wang Shuiguan had time to say anything, the big dog he was leading started barking at the stranger, fiercely trying to rush over.

The king water tank was dragged by the dog and screamed.

Lu Wangchuan has never been afraid of people, he is not afraid of people scarier than dogs, why is he afraid of this dog? !

He picked up a stone on the ground and threw it at the dog's head!

This smack was so hard that it hit the dog's head, probably the bones were broken, and the big dog fell to the ground whimpering.

"Lu Wangchuan, you are crazy!"

Wang Shuigang said so.

Lu Wangchuan had already carried his kitten on the road, a few drops of blood splashed on his clothes.

When he got to the entrance of the village, the sky was just getting brighter, and he didn't wait for a while when he saw a few people around the small river where he had bathed not far away, talking loudly and not knowing what to say, someone saw him and greeted him past.

Lu Wangchuan suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, he hesitated for a while and walked over.

People who got up early to pick lotus found a woman in the river, her body was not soaked, so it was easy to identify, it was Mrs. Lu who went out to beg for wages.

The mother's face was pale, and the corners of her lips that were always smiling were smoothed, other than that, she was no different from usual.

But she just lay on the ground like that, no matter how much he shouted, she would not move.

Lu Wangchuan knelt beside her, he wanted to cry, but it seemed that he cried too hard last night, and today he couldn't cry anymore.

Only then did I know that the pain of great grief is silent.

He held Mrs. Lu's hand, as if sensing her coldness, he was trembling all over. This coldness, which was more vicious than the cold winter gale, did not dissipate until the sun rose.

There were more and more people watching behind him, but no one came forward to ask or help. It is unlucky for a foreign singer to die, and whoever intervenes will be unlucky.

After a while, the crowd ushered in another piece of bad news.

The Lu family set fire to a neighbor's house, and the fire had just been extinguished.

The author has something to say: there is another update at seven o'clock

☆, Gentleman【[-]】

Although the fire that Lu Wangchuan set off did not produce anything famous, it just destroyed a thatched cottage next door, but because of that fire, he is really on fire now, and he is about to burn himself to death.

Mrs. Lu's cold body was left unattended, and the people in the village took away the little bastard Baiyanlang who dared to set fire to the murder, and brought him to the home of the old boy who ran a private school to wait for the three parties to interrogate him, and deal with him properly!

Lao Tongsheng and two other well-known elders from the village sat around the stone table in the yard discussing what to do with the messy things that happened that day. It was full, and outside the fence was crowded with villagers who were listening to the government, and some even came from other villages to join in the fun. For a while, the old Tongsheng's house was as lively as visiting a temple fair.

As for the little bastard protagonist, his hands were tied and he was thrown under the haystack in the corner. The monkey-like boy lost his vitality, lying on a pile of dead grass, dying, which looked unlucky.

Fearing that he would die, Mr. Wang's water tank stabbed him with a stick. Before he woke up, he was dragged away by his mother and pushed in front of some old sauerkraut clappers who were in the meeting, saying, "Quick, tell me about our family. How did the dog get sucked to death by such a little white-eyed wolf!"

Old Tongsheng stroked his thin gray beard, and said sourly: "My grandson, let's start from the beginning."

Mr. Water Tank scratched his hair, covered up the humming and chirping words, and finally said: "Sir, what about Xiao Chuan's mother? It hasn't been buried yet?"

The old boy blinked his small eyes squeezed into a wavy line by wrinkles: "You don't care, the old man can arrange it freely"

The water tank mother thought the water tank was useless, so she pushed her son away and went out herself, spitting all over the place and yelling at her family's old dog who died in vain.

This time it exploded, and the big guys scrambled to say that this child is a wolf cub, and our village took them in with good intentions, but this family surnamed Lu wanted to set fire to death, if he was let go, wait When he grows up, he can't help but set fire to the village!

The water tank sneaked up to Lu Wangchuan's side, leaned into his ear and said, "What about Xiaochuan, they won't let you go, they seem to want to hand you over to the government!"

Lu Wangchuan opened his gloomy eyes, his eyes were cold and cloudy, as if he had been soaked in the Wangchuan River.

"my cat"

"What?"

His voice was as low as that of a mosquito, and the water tank moved forward again with pouted buttocks.

Lu Wangchuan said: "My cat is under the old banyan tree, it should still be alive, you take care of my cat"

Wang Shuigang asked: "Then what will your mother do?"

After finishing speaking, Lu Wangchuan blinked and finally shed a tear.

"Can you...help me bury my mother? People in the village won't let her be buried in the back mountain. Please help me and bury her secretly."

In the beginning, people are much kinder.

Wang Shuigang was entrusted, and sneaked to the entrance of the village with a few friends who were also at odds with Lu Wangchuan.

Not long after the water tank went out, the trilateral trial came to a conclusion, and Lu Wangchuan was sent to the government.

As soon as the men dragged him up, they saw a bustling crowd at the door, and an old man who was blind in one eye came in.

Wearing a Taoist robe worse than rotten vegetable leaves, the old man walked in with a whisk that was thinner than his goatee, walked up to Lu Wangchuan and glanced at him.

Lu Wangchuan felt tired when he saw him, and closed his eyes again.

The old man snorted, swung Fo Chen around, and left.

He recognized this old man. He was originally a monk in Lingyin Temple. He was kicked out of the temple because Bajie violated the Nine Precepts. People tell fortunes and measure feng shui, and they also take care of stealing chickens and dogs to dig people's corns. After wandering around for decades, they have gained a reputation in ten miles and eight villages, and they have been nicknamed an old fairy.

I really want to anger the gods.

To say that the villagers are not stupid, the reason why they worship this guy as a god, and they respect him very much, not only are there any important events in the village to ask him to preside over the important events of opening mountains, building roads, spring plowing and planting, but even weddings and funerals are indispensable. That is, this bragging guy is not afraid of being struck by lightning.

Boasting that he is a casual cultivator disciple of the Nine Micro Sect of Yukun Mountain!

My dear!This name is really big. Since the generation of grandpa's grandpa's grandpa, the question of cultivating immortals has spread from the royal family, and soon spread to the common people. It can be said that everyone wants to be a god, so it seems to be everywhere. There are monks everywhere in sects. In those years, there were three steps, one sect, ten steps, and one sect. There were crowds of people all from the same sect, and there were fairy elders everywhere. It was very chaotic.

Even though there are so many sects like pheasant feathers pretending to be gods, everyone is familiar with the first sect of cultivation, which is the Nine Wei School. On the top of Yukun Mountain, the ancestor of Wanshan, there are really immortals in battle, and they are involved with the emperors of all dynasties. It is said that they control the national destiny of the country, which is very noble.

It is even more difficult for the royal relatives and relatives to send their descendants to Yukun Mountain, let alone the homes of ordinary people. , the villagers worshiped him as a god.

Because according to the old man in the village, a hundred years ago, there was an inexplicable flood in the village one year, and how many people were drowned. Later, Jiuwei sent several immortals to take away a cow in Houshan Unlike monsters like cows and deer, the mountain torrents stopped immediately, what a god, the villagers at that time were lucky to see a few gods in the clouds, and they sighed when they thought about it, what a god—— —

Therefore, the old man said that he is a casual cultivator disciple of the Nine Micro Sect, so one can imagine his reputation.

Even with the old boy and several elders, the big guys bowed their waists and asked him to sit on the seat.

As soon as the old man sat down, he said something amazing, which caused everyone in the room to be speechless.

"Are you going to send him to the government? Hmph, this is a monster!"

The old boy is busy asking this