If you don't hate you, you won't become a Buddha

Goose feathers and heavy snow are flying.

The carpenter's shop is filled with a unique smell of freshness and staleness of wood. A set of polished and uniquely shaped tables and chairs is placed in the center, which is incompatible with the layout of the whole shop.

There were some trivial sawdust scattered on the ground.

A five or six-year-old boy was wearing a thick padded jacket, wrapped like a round bun, standing in the middle of the shop, holding a broom that was taller than others, and cleaning the sawdust.His movements were a bit clumsy, and he was breathing heavily, but he swept carefully and cleanly.

Suddenly, a ray of cold wind penetrated.

The half-open door of the shop was pushed open with a creak, and the heavy torn cotton curtain was lifted, and a slender figure poured in accompanied by whistling snowflakes.

"God, what about sweeping the floor?"

The person who came was wrapped in a thick and heavy cloak. The fur was not good, but it was warm and tight.

As soon as he came in, he raised his hand to untie his cloak, and the little Xie Zhou, who was called a dog, immediately put down the broom, and gave him a fierce look, "It's cold in the shop, uncle wears it! If you are sick, you will be scolded." gone."

Wu Yan gave a big hand: "You are a big kid. Did your Uncle Cheng teach you?"

As he said that, he withdrew his hand, wrapped in his bloated body, fumbled to sit down at the table, and brushed the snowflakes off his body casually.

"Uncle Cheng is doing it for your own good."

Xiao Xie Zhou exhaled a breath of white air, moved out the brazier under the table, poured another cup of hot tea for Wuyan, then sat down opposite Wuyan, blinked, with a gossiping face: "Uncle Wuyan, what happened today? Made Uncle Cheng angry?"

Wu Yan took a sip of hot tea slowly, feeling his whole body warmed up a lot.

He could hear the kid's excited tone, and smiled helplessly: "I'm so angry that I went up the mountain yesterday." He paused, and then said, "It's his birthday in a few days, I think he's worn those buckskin boots for two years I want to make a new pair for him. But the leather in the west of the city doesn’t even look good.”

Xie Zhou was stunned: "Then you went up the mountain to hunt?"

"I thought I'd be back soon." Wu Yan smiled wryly, "But it didn't happen. It snowed heavily on the way. I came back late and was bumped into by him."

"Oh."

Xie Zhou shook his little head wearing a tiger hat, "It's no fault of Uncle Wuyan, it's an unexpected event. Who knew it would snow? But it's not good to go up the mountain secretly without telling Uncle Cheng. Wuyan Uncle, you have bad eyesight and weak body, so be careful."

"Yes."

Wu Yan smiled and sighed, took another sip of tea to dispel the deep chill in his body.

He has bad eyesight and is weak.This is something that all the neighbors and neighbors have known in the past few years.

At the very beginning, the insatiable cultivation has not been completely lost, and when there is nothing left, he can still be called strong and strong, and he will not take a breath even if he has to drive for several hours.

But later, with the passage of time, all mana leaked out from the riddled dantian, clean and without a trace, and all the problems on his body appeared.The dantian is short of energy and blood, which makes Wuyan become afraid of the cold, has a lot of internal fire, is susceptible to wind and cold, and is a little weaker than ordinary people.And without the extraordinary ability of the monk, his eyes are really blind.

Such a process is gradual, and it is not so unacceptable.

It was just unavoidable that boredom became Cheng Siqi's heart disease.

Day and night, they must be tightly wrapped, and everything they eat and drink must be warm and warm, and they must not touch cold.If you go out in the morning or evening and the weather is slightly cold, you will see Cheng Siqi looking for him soon, add some clothes for him, wrap him in a cloak, and wish to wrap him up to keep warm.

But even so, Wuyan occasionally gets sick.

That was the most difficult time for Cheng Siqi.

Wuyan still remembers the first time he caught the wind and cold, he opened his eyes dizzily, and saw Cheng Shaozong, who was always fearless, looking at him in panic, pressing his trembling hand on his forehead. His lips were trembling, and he kept muttering: "It's okay, it's okay..."

That look was too exaggerated, as if it was the first time he knew that mortals would get sick.

No, or maybe it was because he knew for the first time that Wuyan was also a mortal.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are so close.

"Master Wuyan is here."

The curtain behind the carpenter's shop was lifted, and the old carpenter, Uncle Wang, walked in with a wine jug, he picked up Xie Zhou with a smile, and weighed it, "My boy, the new padded jacket your mother made for you has only been worn for a long time. , as if covered in mud? Why are you so naughty?"

"I'm good, Grandpa."

Little Xie Zhou dissatisfied, "I'm teaching Uncle Wuyan which kind of washboard is comfortable to kneel on..."

"Oh little ancestor, is your father blind again?"

Uncle Wang was overjoyed, "Your Uncle Cheng loves others, so he speaks fiercely, but I can't bear your Uncle Wuyan kneeling on the washboard." As he spoke, he looked at Wuyan, "Why, are you being scolded again?" He came to tease Xiao Xie Zhou after being scolded, Uncle Wang has long been accustomed to it.

"That thing yesterday."

Infinity smiled and said, "By the way, Uncle Wang, why are Seventh Sister and their young couple not here these days? I also want to ask my sister-in-law to help me bring something to the abbot."

Uncle Wang sat down with Xie Zhou in his arms, and said: "It's a coincidence. They have gone to the county. Isn't this dog Dan's age is about the same, he has to learn something, and he can't just stay at home. He is old I'm also a worthless carpenter."

"His parents were thinking about it and went to the county to have a look."

Knowing this all the time.

Nowadays, children from ordinary families in the world, as long as they reach the age of five or six, they have to try their luck to test their spiritual roots to see if they have the qualifications to cultivate immortals.

If there is, then it is natural to reach the sky in one step, escape from the dust net and change fate.If not, it doesn't matter.After the revival of spiritual qi, even ordinary people who cannot cultivate can also learn external skills to improve their body. Although it is not as good as refining qi and cultivating immortals, they can still be called extraordinary after all, and their status is different from ordinary people.

"Going to test the spirit root?"

asked tirelessly.

Uncle Wang nodded: "If you say we're wishful thinking, or something else, we have to try. We're not afraid of ten thousand, just in case. If our dog has this life, we can't delay it in our hands. This There is a lot of money for the test, but I have saved a lot of money for such an old man, so I will give it a go."

"If... If it really doesn't work, then see what Goudan wants to learn, and send him to learn."

Speaking of this, Uncle Wang seemed to be thinking of something, heyed, and took a long look, "Just say you two... plan to live like this? The child that Qiuniang mentioned last time, really don't want to adopt? Don't look at it." Boy Cheng is still healthy right now, when you both get old and there is no one around you who is filial, you will know the pain."

"never mind."

Shaking his head with an insatiable smile, his pale lips were warmed by the hot tea, "The two of us are used to living together, how can we take care of the children? Even if Si Qi has enough energy, I don't want him to suffer."

"Tsk."

Uncle Wang looked like he had knocked out his teeth, "It makes me sore."

Wu Yan looked calm, smiled and talked about something else.

While the two were talking and laughing, the door of the shop was pushed open again.

This time, no one in the room had to look back to guess that it must be Cheng Siqi.

As soon as he heard the familiar footsteps behind him, Wuyan immediately put away his smile in a disciplined manner, turned around and said seriously: "I was wrong, don't be angry, I'm going home now, I want to eat the noodle soup you made."

The footsteps paused and slowly moved over.

"Longer memory."

Cheng Siqi pretended to be reprimanded, and then put down a bag of sugar and a bag of tea, "Uncle Wang, I'm sorry to trouble you again. This is the good tea I brought to the county. You can keep it for drinking. Dog, don't eat too much sugar. Otherwise, if the teeth fall out, they will become shriveled eggplants."

Uncle Wang sniffed the tea bag, and immediately heyed, "Good tea!"

Xie Zhou was very calm, he glanced at Tang Tang like a little adult, then looked at Cheng Siqi, and said in a childlike voice, "Uncle Cheng, the snow will stop in a few days, I'll go play with you. You wait for me at home. "

"Okay, waiting for you."

Cheng Siqi smiled and patted Xie Zhou's head, then warmed his hands with the brazier before reaching out to hold Wu Yan's hand, "We're going back, Uncle Wang, you are busy."

With that said, the two lifted the curtain and walked out of the carpenter's shop.

Little Xie Zhou twisted his body, lying on the window sill, and saw the two figures walking into the wind and snow through the crack of the window, and was blown all white in the blink of an eye.

The two walked forward slowly, leaving a series of mixed footprints on the empty snow, either deep or shallow, neither fast nor slow.

"What are you looking at?"

Uncle Wang snorted little Xie Zhou's head.

Little Xie Zhou shook his head, retracted, and said, "Grandpa, have you finished my little wooden sword?"

Uncle Wang hugged Xiao Xie Zhou, turned on the brazier, and said, "Hurry up, why are you in a hurry? Come on, tell grandpa first, what happened to Uncle Wugan, let grandpa be happy..."

In the carpenter's shop, the old man's old and happy laughter mixed with the child's immature voice.

On the other side, Wu Yan and Cheng Siqi, who had returned home, had already sat at the dinner table.

The steaming hot air of the noodle soup hit his face.

Insatiably smelling this smell, before the chopsticks moved, he sighed in his heart.

After he fell ill, Cheng Siqi went crazy overnight. He had to learn how to cook, how to sew and mend clothes, and bought a few chickens to raise in the yard. Make up.

But a genius is not a genius at everything.

Cheng Siqi's food was either clear soup and watery, or so salty that his teeth ached, but his clothes were okay, at least the cloth head could be sewed on. As for how long it took for the thread to break and the clothes to rot, let's not mention it.

And those chickens in the yard, if Cheng Siqi hadn't looked at them tirelessly, Cheng Siqi didn't even know that the chickens he bought were all roosters and couldn't lay eggs.

But no matter what, Cheng Siqi's management made this temporarily settled home really have a sense of family.

"good to eat."

Picking a chopstick noodle, it was salty, and swallowed it without changing his face, and even smiled and drank the soup, "It's even more chewy than last time."

Cheng Siqi seemed to have some problem with his sense of taste, he really couldn't taste it, so he took it seriously, and said rather proudly: "This time I kneaded the noodles so much that my shoulders hurt, so it's better."

After finishing speaking, he took a tireless look.

After all these years, how can Wuyan not understand Cheng Siqi's thoughts.

Hearing this, Wuyan laughed: "Then rest early tonight, and I will rub you with medicinal oil."

Cheng Siqi kissed Wuyan with his oily lips: "I need to massage other places..."

"it is good."

Insatiable promises to be quick and easy, which is a bit obedient.

Now that the two of them have become mortals, they naturally don't have to follow the rules of becoming gods and cultivating both. They have done some things countless times.But mortals are no better than monks, if they work too hard, they will hurt their health, if they don't work hard, if they do it once in a while, Cheng Siqi will cry and scream in pain, scratching his back forever.

So this speed is really tormenting people.

After dinner, Cheng Siqi went to boil a bucket of hot water, poured it into a large wooden basin, and spread a layer of fine pebbles on the bottom of the basin, and sat on the edge of the bed with Wuyan to soak his feet.

"Give me your hand."

Cheng Siqi grabbed Insatiable's hands and hugged her in his arms, "It's still a bit cold. Put another brazier in the room so I won't be able to breathe, so I have to do this first. You put on some quilts, and Mrs. Tang will warm the quilts." Now, if you are not that strong, don't try to be brave..."

At some point, Master Cheng Shao also became chattering.

Wuyan listened quietly, but he didn't seem impatient, so he responded, and then took advantage of the situation to hug Cheng Siqi, wiped his feet together and got into the warm blanket.

"I know it all."

With a clean and flexible body clung to his bosom, Wu Yan slowly squeezed Cheng Siqi's shoulder with one hand, and slid down to the depths of the quilt with the other hand.

With a groan, Cheng Siqi buried his face in Wuyan's neck, panted lightly, opened his legs, and hummed from his throat: "You know...that's right, dare to do it again!"

"Well, my fault... punish me with a kiss."

Insatiably kissed her tenderly, with a flick of her finger, layers of veils fell down like snow veils.

The melting warmth was covered.

The heavy snow and cold wind whizzed endlessly outside the house, enveloping the flickering lights of thousands of households.

This night is no different from ordinary nights, candles that are extinguished one after another, and people who have fallen asleep and returned home with good dreams.

But on such a night, a brightly lit house suddenly appeared beside the official road outside Yanbei City.

A group of caravans driving through the wind and snow all night passed by, and one of the men who had been taciturn suddenly said, "The snow is getting heavier, or go to this family for a night."

His voice was blown away by the wind and snow.

But the leader still heard it, and said in surprise: "Not far ahead is Yanbei City, the gates and towers of the city can be seen, and there is an inn under the city wall to rest, why should we stay here... Hey, boy Liu, what are you doing?"

"Wait! You wait for me!"

"Come up!"

The man who opened his mouth ran towards the house, the people in the caravan didn't know why, so they hurriedly chased after him, but unexpectedly, the figure of the man disappeared in the blink of an eye.

A few people were muttering in their hearts, but they saw the door of the house suddenly opened, and a young woman appeared at the door, wrapped in a fur waistcoat, carrying a red lantern, and smiled at them: "It's a coincidence, my lords, today I am in Hongfen Pavilion." The door just opened, so don't miss it."

"Red Pink Pavilion? A kiln?"

A group of men from the caravan were suddenly moved, and entered the door half-push and half-push. They were immediately overwhelmed by the smell of makeup, and they didn't notice at all that the young woman closed the door with her backhand after they entered, and pressed her face with her hand. Slip off half of the people. Skin.

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