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Chapter 5 Buddha

I'm Zhu Laofu, a pig killer. Since the age of eight, he has been learning to kill pigs, cut pigs, remove pigs, and wash pig intestines with his master, all year round. If you don't do it well, you will be beaten by the master. Well done, it's just a spoonful of oil in the meal

In his sleep, Zhu Dapeng saw a stubborn young man, surnamed Zhu, whose name was eighty-one, and his nickname was Zhu Laofu.

The young man was very stout, with dark skin and a wooden expression, but Zhu Dapeng felt as if he had known this person for many years, and he felt kind in his heart.

Unlike the unlucky ghost who killed his sister, nephew and brother-in-law in Mr. Su's mouth, this young man named Zhu Bayi is extremely vivid.

His fate was also extremely bumpy.

The master was an alcoholic, childless and daughterless, and he did not like his only apprentice very much. Every day, he is forced to work hard, work, and if he is a little unsatisfactory, he will immediately punch and kick.

Chopping wood, carrying water, washing pots, tying pigs, cleaning manure and bloodstains, washing pig intestines.

Cold water must be used to wash pig intestines, hot water will leave the taste of pig manure on the intestines, while cold water can make the intestines clean and smooth, and with the unique fragrance of internal organs.

Must be used cold water, no matter the weather, any season. Even if it's a cold winter, it's the same.

Among all the memories, the only warmth in Zhu Bayi's memory is his sister's hand.

But my sister was forcibly dragged back to the mansion to be a concubine by the inspector. That inspector was already in his fifties, older than Zhu Eighty-one's grandfather who was swept away by the flood.

From then on, he could no longer accept his sister's touch. Even if it is a New Year's holiday, I can only walk to the back door of the inspection adult's house and say hello to my sister through the crack in the door. Then, under the disdainful eyes of the family, he took over a pair of cloth shoes and a few sets of foot clothes made by his sister.

One day, my sister told her that she was pregnant, probably a boy.

Zhu Laofu was very happy, although his brother-in-law had never given him a good look. But with a boy, my sister's position in the patrol family has been preserved, at least, she will not be kicked out of the door in her old age, without food and clothing.

During that time, he had the strength to do everything, always thinking that he could save some money to buy a decent gift for his unborn nephew. Those who are uncles are looked down upon, but those who are nephews will definitely get ahead and live a good life.

However, before he could save enough money, his sister's body was sent out of the inspection house. One corpse with two lives, said to be a difficult birth. But Zhu Laofu clearly saw blue and purple scars on his sister's neck and wrists.

If you die, you die, and you have nothing but a straw mat.

The status of a concubine is equivalent to that of a domestic slave.

And for a homeless person like Zhu Eighty-one, the inspection master is the sky. He couldn't get justice for his sister, not even asking her about the cause of her death.

Fortunately, God has eyes, and last year's inspection inspector suddenly broke his neck while wrestling, and died a miserable death.

My sister is gone, and so is my enemy. Zhu Eighty-one has no nostalgia in this world.

Buy pigs, kill pigs, and sell meat every day. Then buy pigs, kill pigs, sell meat, and then continue the cycle, sunrise and sunset, endlessly. For him, the shell has long become a cage, and when he leaves, he has no regrets.

The thugs took the meat and didn't give money, and they didn't have the heart to fight.

The shrews sent their children to steal meat and bones, and with one eye open and one eye closed, just a few bones, who would not eat them.

Until one day, a soft green appeared in the boy's eyes.

Life suddenly lit up, and Zhu Eighty tried desperately to earn money and save money at the beginning, hoping that one day, he would keep that green forever.

However, that touch of green was personally sent by Mr. Li to the mansion of Lord Dalu Huachi. That's Mr. Li's biological daughter, married to an old Mongolian man in his sixties, and he was ruthless.

On the day of marriage, Zhu Laofeng followed the sedan chair and walked through street after street.

Seeing the sedan chair enter the house of Lord Daru Huachi, the vermilion door suddenly closed, separating the inside and outside of the door into two worlds.

On the way home, the little jailers of the yamen rushed out and knocked him to the ground. Splash dirty water on him and scold him for being a toad and wanting to eat swan meat.

He didn't dare to fight back, he didn't dare to beg for mercy. He hated himself, why could he only be a toad? Why never the day when you fly into the clouds. Even a short moment is better than a thousand years.

Mr. Li, the archer, came to the door and made things difficult in every possible way.

Zhu Laofu endured again and again.

Until yesterday evening, he was smashed on the back of his head by Mr. Li with an iron ruler.

At that moment, Zhu Eighty-one saw that he had finally flew, and from then on he was no longer bound by the red dust, and he no longer paid attention to the hustle and bustle of the world.

It's a good feeling to fly!

It's just that the evening sun is so dazzling. Something flew against the evening sun, is it the legendary Tai Sui?

Tai Sui is facing the sun, and the world is turned upside down!

The white light from the sky, wrapped in cars, computers, the Internet, and the virtual world, collided with the soul of Eighty-One, exploded, and then fell into boundless darkness.

Darkness, boundless darkness.

Two streams of energy from different worlds entangle, collide, destroy, and merge in the darkness.

I don't know how long it has been, maybe it's a moment, maybe it's tens of millions of years.

A green seedling, suddenly emerging from the darkness, thrives!

The entire chaotic world suddenly brightened.

That seedling is called a dream!

When Zhu Dapeng woke up from the dream again, it was close to noon. Sunlight shines through the pale green screen windows on the tung oil-coated floor, rippling with warm greenery.

He subconsciously looked at his hand, it was large, rough, covered with calluses, and the knuckles were obviously thicker than a normal person, because of the years of working in cold water, the tendon sheath inside had been deformed. In the memory of the previous world, his fingers were thin and long, and he had only hit the keyboard except for the piano.

If it's rough, it's a little rougher, at least it looks more powerful than the hands in the previous life. In troubled times, a little more strength is one more way to live. The hand that plays the piano can only starve to death. In line with the idea of being at ease with what happens, Zhu Dapeng comforted himself.

After experiencing the collision and fusion in the dream, he has slowly accepted his new identity and the miserable fate of Zhu Bayi. I was about to get up with my hands supporting my body and looking for a mirror to see what my new body looked like as a whole, but unintentionally, the sleeves on my wrists appeared, which were completely different from the memories of the two worlds.

The clothes were made of a very fine fabric, and Zhu Dapeng couldn't tell the texture of it, but he knew that its value would definitely not be cheap. Looking down again, the wide wooden bed under him, the satin pillows under his head, and the desk with delicate patterns carved on the edge of the window next to the window, one by one, the same, unexpectedly exuded a sense of wealth from the inside out.

"Are you wearing it again?!" Zhu Dapeng was stunned, jumped out of bed quickly, and looked around barefoot. "This time it looks like it's a good deal! At least a rich family! ”

Just as he was secretly rejoicing, a nasty face suddenly appeared in front of him. Mr. Su smiled all over his face and asked coquettishly, "Lord Buddha has woken up, do you need to clean your face and change your clothes?" The small, the small, will call the maid in for you! Qiu Ju - ! ”

"Wait!" Zhu Dapeng Xun took half a step forward and grabbed Mr. Su's collar.

Mr. Su was taken aback, and the second half of the sentence was instantly stuck in his throat. With a red face, he waved his hands, and desperately stepped back, "My lord, my lord's grace." Small, small and vulgar body, really, really blessed, not blessed to bear the pity of adults. ”

"Pity?!" Zhu Dapeng was slightly stunned again, let go of his hand, and looked up and down in surprise. I really can't figure out what is rude about Mr. Su, who is dressed as a scribe in front of him.

Mr. Na Su jumped a few steps away with a neatness that was extremely inappropriate for his age, his butt was tightly pressed against the wall, and he continued to plead while gasping, "The little one doesn't know, I don't know the preferences of the adults before, so I didn't dare to arrange it indiscriminately." The small, the little one will go, see if there is a pink little guy in the yard, and invite him over to serve the adults! ”

"Little guy? What am I going to do with the little guy? Zhu Dapeng was confused at first, and in an instant, his square face instantly turned the color of pig liver. You're the glass, your whole family is glass! It's just asking you to ask something, what are you doing hiding so far away, get out of here! ”

"Alas, alas!" Although Mr. Su didn't understand why his whole family turned into glass, he guessed from Zhu Dapeng's face that it was indeed a misunderstanding just now. hurriedly whispered yes, rubbing towards the side of the bed little by little. But the ass is always facing the wall, ready to stick it at any time, and would rather die than obey.

Seeing his appearance of three chastity and nine martyrs, Zhu Dapeng couldn't help but laugh dumbly. After laughing, the anger is gone. Shaking his head helplessly, he walked quickly to the desk. Pick up the teapot on the table and swallow it mouth to mouth.

"Lord Buddha, be careful of the tea cool!" Mr. Su hurriedly opened his mouth to dissuade him, but he was afraid that he would go against the nature of the Buddha in front of him. watched Zhu Dapeng drink a pot of herbal tea, then took the teapot with both hands and added in a low voice: "If you want to drink water, just shake the bell at the head of the bed." You are the body of ten thousand gold, and if something happens, the little ones can't afford it! ”

"Ten thousand gold? When did I become so expensive? What about the Buddha? Why do you keep calling me Buddha," Zhu Dapeng repeated in a low voice while savoring the sweetness of the tea. This is the most common way he speaks since the crossing. I can't get used to many things, so I can only passively accept them while continuing to get to the bottom of them.

"My lord, are you not because Maitreya Buddha turned around and forgot all the previous things?!" Mr. Su's eyes were slightly confused, avoiding Zhu Dapeng's gaze, and he responded thoughtfully, "You are the hall master of the Maitreya Sect's Great Wisdom Hall, and you have been secretly lurking in Xuzhou City to spread the sect, looking for an opportunity to expel the Tartars. Xiao Thirteen, Sun Thirty-one, Wu Twenty-two, as well as Niu Da and Zhou Xiaotie, are all members of your sect. Last night, taking advantage of the arrival of the Red Turban Army outside the city, Lord Buddha, you categorically asked Maitreya to come up and lead us to cause an incident in Mule and Horse Lane. When the street killed Kongmu Mahama who led the troops to suppress it, the archers Li Cheng and Wang Jin, as well as the rest of the soldiers five people, seven helpers, and more than 20 rout soldiers who took advantage of the fire to rob"

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