The past wears the present-modern

When going downstairs, Qiu Youwei specially asked Zhuo Xiaonian to bring his bus card.

Zhuo Xiaonian was holding a thin card in his fat and swollen hand, flipping it left and right, with a strange look on his face.

Qiu Youwei stood a little further away, damn, why have I never felt that I can look so ugly.

So sad.

Walking all the way according to what Qiu Youwei said, the gray ground and extremely short plants made him feel that the modern scenery is not bad.

when passing a corner.

Qiu Youwei suddenly saw something and said something. "Run." Sa Yazi disappeared.

Unfortunately, when he reached a certain distance, he couldn't run anymore.

Looking back, Zhuo Xiaonian was still standing there without responding.

Qiu Youwei was so anxious that he was sweating profusely and floated back.

Seeing a few gangsters who often bullied him, they came to him.

Among them, the one wearing earrings was even more arrogant.

He didn't even say hello, he just punched him.

Qiu Youwei squatted down reflexively, hugging his head.

As a result, "Aiyo, aiyo, damn it, let me go."

Open your eyes and take a look.

Zhuo Xiaonian was pinching the gangster's hand very unhappy, as if he could crush someone's hand with just a little movement.

Qiu Youwei rushed over immediately, and was about to shout, "Damn it, I'm asking for advice."

As a result, Zhuo Xiaonian looked at him slowly.

It was peaceful.

Qiu Youwei suddenly felt that he... seemed to be ignored.

This feeling of being thumped in the heart.

At the same time, the little girl passing by saw this scene.

Although Zhuo Xiaonian's movements are weird and handsome enough, can you imagine the visual impact this fat body will bring to others?

Girls, cover your face.

Mom, I'm going home.

The little bastard who felt ashamed scolded the little guys next to him.

"What the hell are you still looking at? Why don't you hurry up and help?"

The little boy behind hesitated for a moment.

However, due to the despicable prestige that the gangster has accumulated on weekdays, he still bites the bullet.

Unexpectedly, Zhuo Xiao moved a step forward, like chopping melons and vegetables, and easily settled down the little guys in front of him.

Qiu Youwei's chin fell directly to the ground, how about it being so easy.

Could it be that he beat himself lightly before?

This thought made him shiver, and he became more determined not to offend Zhuo Xiaonian.

Seeing that he couldn't make it, the little gangster scrambled and ran away while Zhuo Xiaonian was cleaning up his subordinates.

"Continue?" Zhuo Xiaonian looked in the direction where Qiu Youwei was squatting.

The little guy lying on the ground screaming thought that Zhuo Xiaonian was going to fight again, so he jumped up and ran in the direction of their boss regardless of the pain on his body.

Qiu Youwei stood up from the ground.

"Well, go to Route [-] now."

When Zhuo Xiaonian heard this number, he felt an indescribable strange feeling.

Qiu Youwei floated to the front to lead him the way, Zhuo Xiaonian felt very regretful when he squeezed in.

Who would have thought that this small place is crowded with so many people, and the smell inside is really unbearable.

Chou Youwei passed one person's body like a dog, and said to Zhuo Xiaonian: "Stop here, you can breathe fresh air."

Zhuo Xiaonian passed in doubt.

As a result, it attracted a few words from the people around.

At this time, a woman's harsh voice sounded. "Fatty man, so fat, still moving, if you move, we will be squeezed to death."

Zhuo Xiaonian looked along the line of sight.

Seeing his fat body, the woman yelled guiltyly: "What? What? Do you still want to hit someone?"

The people around were full of disgust for this bluffing woman, but they didn't care about it because it had nothing to do with them.

The woman is still chattering.

A man couldn't help but uttered, "This bus still belongs to your family? Just say a few words, and you're still motivated."

The woman scolded back immediately, and the man was not weak.

Zhuo Xiaonian watched this scene, remembered the words in his mind, and read them out. "Good men do not fight with women."

With that said, the people on the bus don’t know who they are laughing at.

The woman's neck was stalked, as if she was about to start a war with Zhuo Xiaonian, when the car arrived at the stop, the woman cursed as she walked, as if greeting someone else's ancestors.

Zhuo Xiaonian's face darkened, thinking that he had never been so rude by a woman in the Sui Dynasty.

The man didn't let her go, and scolded her harshly, but let the woman leave first.

The man patted Xiao Nian on the shoulder, he didn't seem to mind that he was fat, and said, "Brother, this crowded bus is just like that, some people make more and more progress."

Zhuo Xiaonian nodded, not sure if he listened or not.

However, Qiu Youwei, who was floating behind, was swearing all kinds of dirty words, and after finally being quiet for a while, he had already arrived at his destination.

Because, I was very annoyed on the bus.

Zhuo Xiaonian didn't intend to speak.

Near here, Qiu Youwei approached again, but this time, he changed the direction of the topic.

He asked, "Do you know kung fu?"

When Zhuo Xiaonian went to see him, he felt disgusted for no reason.

"It's martial arts." Qiu Youwei felt corrected.

"He knows how to punch and kick." Zhuo Xiaonian said.

Qiu Youwei felt a little disappointed. In fact, he had to be a powerful ancient talent to do it!

No matter what can show his importance, and he is so close, it's okay to steal a little bit.

Qiu Youwei still felt that something was wrong, in case, if he didn't leave, he couldn't beat him.

Qiu Youwei was very depressed.

Zhuo Xiaonian ignored the fat man who was thinking too much, and walked straight to the path.

Seeing that Zhuo Xiaonian was gone, Qiu Youwei hurriedly shouted, "No, the road is this way."

Zhuo Xiaonian returned with a calm face.

Halfway up the mountain, the suffering Zhuo Xiaonian finally climbed up.

If it weren't for the soul piercing here, Zhuo Xiaonian would have cut off the fat that got in the way with a sword.

Qiu Youwei, who was floating in front very relaxed, suddenly felt a chill down his back.

Open the door and enter, it is a small temple.

There are a few green pines planted inside, and it seems that someone has taken good care of them.

Slowly approaching the Buddha statue, I could hear the monks in the temple chanting sutras.

Zhuo Xiaonian lifted the hem of his clothes reverently, and was about to kneel down when he remembered that he was wearing a T-shirt. He could only comfort him by saying that the Buddha would not blame him, so he knelt down on the mat.

Although, Zhuo Xiaonian does not believe in ghosts and gods.

However, he respected his mother very much, and this respect also spread to the Buddha.

Qiu Youwei, who was standing behind, felt that this action was a bit stupid.

Today's people don't believe this.

However, the thought of being a soul body froze again.

Floating in the background, although I never burn incense and worship Buddha, as long as the Buddha gets rid of this ghost, I... Qiu Youwei didn't know what I could give after thinking about it.

Then, he said loudly: "I am willing to give 200 yuan of sesame oil money."

Zhuo Xiaonian was already getting up, when he heard Qiu Youwei say this, he asked, "Give it now?"

Qiu Youwei nodded, then immediately shook his head.

The fat on the neck swayed, "This can only be given after the Buddha has realized it."

Just as he was speaking, a little monk came out from behind the Buddha.

He chanted, "Amitabha."

Zhuo Xiaonian and Qiu Youwei all looked at him.

The little monk took out a bucket of lottery, handed it over and said, "The benefactor, please draw lots."

Zhuo Xiaonian stretched out one hand, took out the lottery, and saw that it said Han Wengong met snow.

He asked, "What does this mean?"

The little monk took a look and laughed. "The heavenly secret must not be leaked."

Qiu Youwei rolled up his sleeves and was about to beat him up.

As a result, the little monk left first.

As soon as Qiu Youwei stepped into the inner hall, he was bounced back by a huge force.

Qiu Youwei got up from the ground and cursed, "Damn it."

He hurried to Zhuo Xiaonian and asked him to go back quickly.

Who knows, Zhuo Xiaonian insisted on refusing.

He was about to go to the inner hall and ask the little monk about it.

However, an invisible force blocked the direction of progress.

Now, Zhuo Xiaonian and Qiu Youwei looked at each other in blank dismay.

Zhuo Xiaonian was about to call the little monk out.

As a result, a taller monk came out. He put his hands together and said, "Please come back, two benefactors. If you want to understand, you can go to Baidu for the answer."

Zhuo Xiaonian suddenly felt that something was broken.

To the side, Qiu Youwei was yelling, what kind of service.

In the end, the two came down empty-handed.

On the way back, while fiddling with his mobile phone, Zhuo Xiaonian lost the lottery he had just drawn according to the method Qiu Youwei said.

On the palm-sized screen, an explanation of a certain search popped up.

Zhuo Xiaonian took a closer look, and understood that there should be no twists and turns in the matter of Chang'an this time, maybe it will be safe to go back to see Xu Niang in the future.

At that moment, Zhuo Xiaonian felt relieved.

He asked, "Where is the Taoist who exorcises ghosts?"

Qiu Youwei spat out a mouthful of saliva, "Exorcism?"

"Yes, according to the woman, this method is feasible."

Qiu Youwei's reaction was a bit unusual.

Originally, he didn't think of someone else, but if it's about exorcising ghosts, maybe someone's part-time job is feasible.

However, Qiu Youwei thought of his disgusting face for thousands of years, so let's spend money to eliminate the disaster!

"I'm going to Linshi next Saturday, and I have to go to class tomorrow." Qiu Youwei said this sentence.

According to the memory in his mind, Zhuo Xiaonian vaguely knew that Qiu Youwei would also go to school like he did before.

Ten years of hard study can be mixed up like this, Zhuo Xiao's annual report looks sympathetic.

The author has something to say: If there is a list this week, it will probably be updated twice a day, and the author who reads as dead will continue to write code words, with a target of 5.