Jingxian said that after everyone dispersed, he went all over the world to find the black dog. After looking for more than two hours, I found a black dog with no miscellaneous hair in the village's big luck house, and I should compensate someone for a big dog after the day, so I finally got home. Go home and kill the dog, and use a brush to smear the black dog's blood on the doors and windows. I went to the big white peach store and bought some offerings, and the yellow paper Buddha incense was available at home.

Hurriedly went to the temple at the back of the village to pray, the incense table was placed on the offerings, ready to light the incense, when he touched his pocket and forgot to bring the fire, he was so anxious that he stomped his feet, and blamed himself for throwing three or four in a hurry. There's no way to come back and get the fire. But when he returned, he was surprised to find that something had moved the offering on the incense table. It's messed up and messed up.

He thought that he might have been spoiled by rats and cats, and some of the animals in this wasteland and wild temple came when they smelled food. The offerings are not backed up, and I am afraid it will be too late to run back and forth, so I will make up and go down.

Isn't there a sub-couplet that says, "It's useless to burn incense with a wicked heart, and it's okay to help me see that I don't worship." As long as he had the heart to do it, he hastily blew the soiled offerings with his mouth, and threw them away from the dirty places. Light incense, incense is left when others come to ask for Buddha, I don't know when, some damp.

It took him a lot of effort to light the incense, knelt down and kowtowed a few times, muttered a few words, hoping that the gods would bless and eliminate the calamity, and then he returned. When he came back, he always felt much more steady. Thinking about it, after a day of tossing, I was tired and sore, and I couldn't take care of anything, so I would make a pot of water and rest for a while. In the past two or three days, I felt physically and mentally exhausted, and when I turned my head and saw the mirror inadvertently, I inevitably felt a sour feeling in my heart.

Old, the full head of white hair has quietly climbed up the sideburns, he is confident that in his life, dare to think and dare to do, I am me. Say what others like to say, go their own way, and let others have no way out.

In the eyes of the people in the village in this life, it seems that he is different, but he feels that people can't be wronged, although people treat each other with white eyes, he also goes his own way. He hung two banners in his home hall, "two feet kicking over the road of the world, and shouldering the sorrows of the past and the present." There are also two text panels in the bedroom of the back room, "Look up to the sky and laugh and go out, how can my generation be a Penghao person."

Gone are the years of pride and righteousness, and the character will change with the years.

In the afternoon, his son Xiaogang ripped all the things that the yard had done for nothing, and he panicked when he saw this. The red parrot was chattering while helping, "What do you say your father did for the New Year? Life and death are uncertain. But it's still fucking dead, how can people stand it!"

"What are you talking about, Dad is willing, an ignorant loser, always block me!" Xiao Gang said angrily.

"If your dad doesn't kill that thing, and doesn't get some little leather pants for the son, will there be such a thing? Let me say a few words, look at your virtue!"

"What's the use of complaining? Who wants to do this during the New Year!"

"Hmph, my mother, let the people of ten miles and eight villages listen to it, eight hundred years can't catch up with such a big news! ”

"No matter how fucking nonsense you are, be careful that Lao Tzu beats you!"

"You will bully me at home, do you have other skills? Okay, now my mother will let you beat me, you can't beat me, you are not beaten by your own mother!"

Xiao Gang was defenseless, and squatted on the ground. Xiao Gang was annoyed and angry, got up and grabbed the red parrot and beat it. The red parrot was Xiao Gang's opponent, and when she was knocked to the ground, Xiao Gang slapped her head and face when she rode on her.

The red parrot was scolding Xiao Gang's grandmother who was rolling under him, and the more angry Xiao Gang became, the heavier his hand became. The red parrot finally couldn't bear the pain of flesh and skin, and cried out like a pig: "Kill people, kill people!"

The neighbors were puzzled when they heard this, what was the matter, they all rushed over to take a look, what was this doing, and quickly pulled them away. The red parrot has its hair disheveled, its nose and mouth are bloody, and its whole body is full of dirt as if it had come out of a hole in the ground. Someone told Jingxian that the pot of tea had just been brewed and he hadn't drunk it. It's happening again.

When I came to the yard, I saw that the two of them were scolding their mother. He knew that he couldn't afford to mess with the red parrot, so let's talk about his son. In the past, he punched his son twice on the back: "My ancestor, can I tell you to do it with your father?" Let's stop making trouble, have a good New Year, that thing will make trouble for us, let's not make trouble ourselves, okay?"

Xiao Gang also had a diarrhea in anger: "Do you think I want to make trouble, this cowardly girl is sneezing and sneezing, squirting feces all over her mouth! Don't talk to people! Return her mother's dead hand, dragging my life below." ”

I don't know who is still poor at this juncture: "People are also good for you, become a eunuch, and go to work in the palace to earn more money!"

Jingxian couldn't cry or laugh, sighed angrily, and shook his head.

A group of women over there dragged the red parrot to prevent her from going, and her mouth was not idle: "Damn, dare to beat the old lady?

Everyone laughed. These two people are also full of food, not talking about the merits of things, but their mouths are full of ashes.

Jingxian's face was ugly for a while, and he couldn't speak, Wang Ba drilled into the stove pit, holding his breath and bringing a nest fire.

After calming down, Jingxian returned to his yard. My heart felt like I had lost my soul, and I was restless. In the evening, the little living Buddha was hungry and was about to cook, when the red parrot ran over unkemptly: "I can't live this day, Xiaogang is talking nonsense in the yard again, you dare to take a look!"

Jing Xian's brain buzzed big, this, this, dare to love is endless? Tell the little living Buddha not to run around, take out the snacks in the cabinet and let him eat them. The little living Buddha looked at it and was a little hearted, and the little yellow eyes were so happy that they were fascinated into a slit, and the small black teeth only grinned out, and nodded, that means go, go, as long as it doesn't disturb me.

Jingxian has come and gone many times today, and he can't pull his legs and feet apart. But I have to go, what's this called!

Xiao Gang was in the yard, it was so cold, he was only wearing an autumn coat, and he was singing, singing the Henan opera "Roll Sweeping Tube", "Xiaocang Wa, I left Dengfeng County, I suffered from hunger and suffering along the way, and the second solution was like the bull head and horse face, and he turned his face ......back as soon as he talked to me. ”

Jingxian looked at it, obediently, Xiaogang couldn't even sing a children's song since he was a child, how can he sing Henan Opera now? This and that? No way, he didn't have a curse. Let the red parrot be optimistic about the little living Buddha and turn around and come to the farm.

Jingxian told us about these situations in 1510. Wangcai and I looked at each other and suddenly felt bad.