The scholar waited anxiously for an answer.

But Tong Xinluo didn't say right or wrong, but asked lightly: "Boy, when are you going to leave, do you really plan to eat the old man all the time, and then wipe your mouth and leave?"

The scholar gritted his teeth and smiled: "I want to stay for a few more days, you see if it's okay, the juniors are quite diligent in their hands and feet, it shouldn't be considered for nothing to give you a beating, right?"

Tong Xinlu glared and said: "When the old man was sleeping in the morning, you were chiseling that broken thing, in the afternoon when the old man was working, you raised an iron rod in front of you to make a gesture, at night, the old man was sleeping sweetly, and was woken up by your chatter, boy, the old man has endured you enough, I knew that today, I shouldn't have saved you from the blind man?"

"Blind?"

"yes, you're not even as blind as a man. ”

"Then why did the blind man kill me?"

"Because you broke the rules of the rivers and lakes. ”

"A group of scoundrels bullied two weak women, what kind of rules are these called. ”

"Yes, an offspring doll with hands and feet who can move and rely on an old man who is dying to live, what kind of bullshit is it, you tell the old man. ”

The scholar was momentarily speechless.

Tong Xinlu snorted coldly and sneered: "Boy, don't think that I don't know what crooked ideas you are fighting, relying on not leaving is nothing more than wanting the old man to pass on some of your abilities, you might as well tell you the truth, the old man's ability is all from fighting, fighting a fight grows a little ability, killing a person grows two skills, and slowly the ability is getting bigger and bigger, isn't this the truth?"

The scholar nodded again and again, thinking about it carefully, this is really the reason.

The scholar rolled his eyes and smiled kindly: "It seems that the junior guessed the answer correctly." ”

Tong Xinlu knocked on the tea table with his hand and motioned for the scholar to continue.

The scholar said: "The same stone, half of the carved Buddha is carved into the Buddha, for the world to admire and worship for all generations, but the other half is made into a step, stepping on the stinky feet of people all day long, the difference is that the step stone has only suffered a knife, and the Buddha stone has experienced thousands of hairpin carvings, so it is very important to temper and practice, in fact, the carving and the practice of the truth is almost the same, starting from the rough stone, and finally constantly improving the meticulous carving, such as the predecessors, fight a fight to understand a truth, the road of cultivation will be a little brighter, the emphasis is on the accumulation of time. ”

After the scholar finished speaking, the ascetic seemed to be touched, and said indifferently: "My heart is to the Buddha, but I don't believe in the Buddha, I am a Buddha myself, so fast!"

Tong Xinmian frowned, and his expression struggled slightly.

The scholar thought that the old man didn't understand or that he didn't explain clearly enough, so he wanted to explain in more detail, but Tong Xinlu suddenly pushed his leftover half cup of tea in front of the scholar, looked at the scholar with a wooden expression, and said in a low voice: "Boy, take a sip to moisten your throat." ”

The scholar thought that he had made a mistake, and said cautiously: "The holy tea of the seniors, the younger generations dare not drink it together." ”

Tong Xinluo suddenly got up, glared and said: "What kind of holy tea, drink together, and hand over a cup of tea, saying that you are an idiot, I have wronged you at all, I can't see the old man, I am about to pee into the crotch of my pants, I don't have a little bit of knowledge." ”

The scholar was stunned, and rushed out with his legs between his legs.

The dervishes said in a deep voice: "The blessing root left to you, this is the most generous time for the old man, and if you miss it, you will be punished by heaven." ”

The scholar was immediately stunned, he was a little afraid of this old guy, and when he said this, he chuckled in his heart, could it be that this tea is exquisite?

It's really Fugen, Fugen is a good thing.

The scholar remembers that there is a saying in his hometown that it is said that the rice that others can't eat or the leftover rice is called Fugen, which is something that others can't bless, but in fact it is a rice bowl. But no matter what the argument is, since it was deliberately left to him by the child, he dislikes it and drinks it, maybe it is really as the ascetic said, if he misses it, he will be punished by God.

Tea is good tea, the scholar has already smelled the fragrance of tea from afar, but the teacup is really a little flattering, I don't know how long it has not been washed, there are clear finger prints on it, and there are childlike lip prints on the rim of the cup, as if a big seal is buckled somewhere, I can't bear to see.

The scholar looked at the teacup with disgust, struggled again and again, slowly picked up the teacup, and then closed his breath and poured all the water in the half cup of tea into his mouth.

Tea is very special, bitter and difficult to swallow in the mouth, this is the so-called big closed moon?

The scholar took the big closed moon tea in his mouth, feeling that he couldn't swallow it, and the tea kept churning and turning in circles in his mouth.

At this moment, the childlike heart came over with a hunched waist and whistled, and the scholar hurriedly swallowed the bitter water into his stomach.

When the tea entered his stomach, the scholar regretted it a little, obviously drinking hot tea, but as soon as he entered his stomach, it turned into herbal tea, and the coolness was extremely restless in his body, as if he was looking for a breakthrough and poured thousands of miles.

Childlike schadenfreude smiled and said, "Boy, do you feel that the sea of air is cold, and you feel like you are going to be frozen?"

The scholar nodded palely, and said in surprise: "Senior, what kind of tea is this big closed moon?"

Tong Xin said happily: "Naturally, it is good tea, the old man reminded you that it must be clamped, don't pour thousands of miles now, otherwise your cotton ball-like sea of qi will really be frozen." ”

The scholar nodded in a daze, his forehead was drenched in sweat, but the inside of his body was cold and windy, it was simply two heavens of ice and fire, and soon the scholar could not perceive the existence of the sea of qi, and the frozen meaning gradually spread to the whole body with the sea of qi as a point, and when the frozen meaning passed through the body, the scholar felt like a slow knife stabbing into the body, and his body was also frozen a little bit.

The scholar looked at the two old things in shock, but he opened his mouth and was speechless.

With that coolness all over his body, the beads of sweat on the scholar's body instantly turned into something like ice crystals, in addition, the childlike heart was his whistle, which made him suffocate it really hard, and the feeling of pouring thousands of miles became more and more obvious, he didn't know whether what the child said was true or not, but at the moment he could only take it seriously.

Soon, the scholar's face had become red and his neck was thick, and his body began to tremble.

Tong Xinlu and the ascetic looked at each other and smiled, and unconsciously stopped drinking tea, you look at me again, looking at the scholar like a monster.

The ascetic said, "Tong old monster, how long do you think this kid can hold back?"

Tong Xinlu said lightly: "If you don't eat or drink, it shouldn't be a problem at dawn." ”

The ascetic sighed: "With such qualifications, it's a pity that Wu Erjia is really a tyrannical thing." ”

Tong Xinlu was puzzled: "Old guy, how can you tell that it's Wu'er Jia, not Qing'er Jia?"

The ascetic let out a rare laugh, as if he was making fun of the child's ignorance, "How can you not distinguish between a female and a male?"

The childlike heart suddenly realized.

The scholar was stunned by what he was listening to, he wanted to ask what Wu'er Jia and Qing Er Jia were, and what it had to do with the tea he drank, but the scholar's careful thinking had already been seen through by the two, and Tong Xinyu waved his hand and said: "Hold on until dawn, maybe you can still be saved." ”

The dervish added: "Remember not to resist. ”

The scholar walked away in ashes, and in order to forget the pain on his body for a while, he could only continue the unfinished statue.

Because of the feeling of pouring thousands of miles, he was a little absent-minded, the chisel in his hand has been staying on the face of the stone statue and cannot fall, although the stone statue has not yet been fully formed, but it has a human shape, whether it is the eyebrows or the corners of the mouth, even if the thickness of the earlobes is not bad with the scholar's memory, the difficulty is that he doesn't know how much she has lost weight now, so the face can't fall down the chisel.

At this moment, Tong Xinlu smiled proudly: "I was fortunate to see the Wu'er silkworm and the Qing'er silkworm back then, it is indeed a rare thing in this heaven and earth, and I don't know if those two dead ghosts have regretted it, for this kid can be regarded as a bloody investment." ”

The ascetic took a sip of tea casually, and said with emotion: "Wu'er turned into a armor, which can be worth thousands of troops and horses, and what a beautiful sentence was ruined by that kid." ”

The ascetic looked distressed, as if a big girl with yellow flowers had been ruined by that scoundrel.

While repairing the face of the stone statue with a delicate small hairpin, the scholar pricked up his ears to listen to the chatter of the two seniors, until late at night, the valley floor was lit up with faint lamps and candles, and he even forgot a lot of discomfort in his body.

The stone statue was almost completely completed, and the fly in the ointment was that when he was refining his earlobe, he accidentally left a deep hatred that was difficult to repair, which made the scholar extremely annoyed.

When the day was about to dawn, Tong Xinlu was still chatting with the ascetic monk in high spirits.

After the sky was bright, the ascetic came over, looked at the scholar's "masterpiece" in the past few days and smiled with satisfaction, and then shook his head in disappointment, and said in a low voice: "She has three lives and three lives, the first life is in ancient times, and the second life is a thousand years ago, but unfortunately the old man missed her second life, but you can't miss her third life, otherwise, you will really be punished by God." ”

Just as the dervishes were leaving, the scholar said, "Her first life was a white-haired woman. ”

The dervishes had already gone far and turned back and said, "The second life is too. ”

After the ascetic left, the scholar found a place for the carved stone statue and then went to say goodbye to Tong Xinmi.

The two sat cross-legged on the ground and drank the porridge, the thick golden porridge, the scholar drank three bowls in a row, and the childlike heart only drank half a bowl, the scholar smiled apologetically and said: "The seniors should not count the matter of comparing a few grains of rice." ”

Tong Xin rolled his eyes and said: "There is a thin field in the back mountain, which is the most suitable for growing soft and sticky millet, and I don't let you drink it, because the old man is worried that you are a white-eyed wolf and you can't feed it." ”

The old and the young laughed.

When he was about to go on the road, Tong Xinyu suddenly asked: "Boy, do you want to go up the mountain to find that blind man for revenge, as long as the old man uses a little trick, killing him is the kung fu of soaking in pee." ”

The scholar smiled: "The younger generation is still unwilling to kill people in the Daomen, after all, the Daomen is kind to me, if I meet it outside the mountain that day, I will definitely kill the blind man and not spare it." ”

Tong Xinlu waved his hand in satisfaction.

The scholar walked far away, looked back at the stone statue again, and said impatiently: "Hurry up, since the old man promised to take care of it for you, naturally he won't even let a speck of dust float up." ”

The scholar bowed and bowed, and turned away.