"Dao Chief! You're really not lying to me? ”

The rotten-faced old man stroked the sparse beard on his chin, and pretended to say to Zhu Yuanrun: "What's the good of the poor way to lie to you? Is it the poor who will benefit in the end? ”

Zhu Yuan's chest rose and fell violently, his breathing became heavier and heavier, and he was fighting fiercely in his mind, not knowing how to make a choice for a while.

"Hehe, why should Xiaoyou be so entangled, the deceased is gone. For Taoists, the mortal body is just illusory, and since it is illusory, then there is no need to care too much. What's more, isn't there a saying in the secular world that the living don't ......"

"Dao Chief! Don't say it! I just want to ask you, can my wife and daughter really die in bliss? Zhu Yuanrun actually didn't care about what the rotten old man said, what he wanted was nothing more than to say what he thought through the mouths of others.

The rotten old man saw that he was going to be ruthless, so he immediately pressed down the last straw and said to him in a seductive tone: "Throwing away the mortal body and reincarnating in bliss is not just a Taoist thing. Transmit. Buddhism also has a heavenly burial, and the shamans in the northern kingdom also have ......"

"Good! I believe in you! Now how do I do it? Zhu Yuanrun interrupted him again, at this time all he wanted was to stop living so poorly, he wanted to live a good life and live a personal life.

Seeing that Zhu Yuanrun had finally made up his mind, the rotten face Lao Dao secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He still can't believe that he can get an unexpected harvest with a few words on a whim. It's really an old saying, if you have the intention to plant flowers and flowers, you can't bloom, and you have no intention to plant willows and willows.

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, he tried his best to say to Zhu Yuanrun in a calm tone: "Since Xiaoyou has already made a choice, then Poor Dao will definitely help you." In this way, Xiaoyou will give your address to the poor road, and the poor road will make some preparations. At eight o'clock tonight, Poor Dao will go directly to your house. ”

Now that he has decided to embark on this road of no return, Zhu Yuanrun didn't think much about it, and after leaving his address, he went home directly and prepared to go.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the rotten face Lao Dao went to the appointment on time, and after the two met, he directly threw a rag package to Zhu Yuanrun, and said to him: "Xiaoyou, I still have to bother you to take this bag of grass and boil it for an hour." Oh! By the way, where are the bodies of your wife and daughter? ”

Zhu Yuanrun didn't speak after taking the package, just pointed to the back room with a gloomy face, and then walked straight to the kitchen.

The rotten face looked at his back and sneered secretly, and walked into the back room unhurriedly with his hands behind his back. The back room is not big, there are only some simple furniture and a double bed in the cramped space, and Zhu's wife and daughter are lying quietly on the bed at this time.

Looking at the two of them lying on the bed as if they were asleep, he shook his head slightly, and muttered to himself with a little pity in his tone: "It's a pity, it's already ...... at such an age Alas~ It's really sad and lamentable......"

After expressing the emotion in his heart, the rotten face Lao Dao took out an old sandalwood box from his arms, put it on the edge of the bed and opened it without hurry. Picking out an antique sharp knife from inside, he gently ran his fingers across the blade, nodded in satisfaction, and then stabbed one of the corpses with his backhand on the hilt......

More than two hours later, the rotten face sat calmly at the dining table in the front hall, comfortably drinking tea made from inferior tea leaves, and burping from time to time.

Zhu Yuanrun sat directly opposite him, holding tears, staring at the leftover bones on the table with a sad face, and said to himself: "I have no way, I don't want to, this world is a world of cannibalism, don't blame me, I really don't want to do this, I was forced to ...... helplessly"

Seeing that he was like a mournful woman, the rotten old man frowned, and said to him angrily: "Okay, okay, what a big thing, since it has been done, don't be a little woman anymore, let's think about what to do in the future." ”

Zhu Yuanrun listened to his words, looked at his hideous rotten face angrily with blood-red eyes, and sneered: "Ghost Face Dao Chief? Hehe, I don't think you should be called the Ghost Face Dao Chief, you should be called the Evil Ghost Dao Chief, because you are not human at all! You're a demon! ”

The rotten face snorted coldly with disdain, pointed to the broken bones on the table and said to him: "You have this leisure, it is better to dispose of these bones first." ”

After saying this, he got up directly and walked towards the door, and after opening the door, he suddenly remembered something, so he stopped and said to Zhu Yuanrun, "By the way, I will help you boil some meat oil for the rest of the fat, and remember to put it away when it is cold." I'll go first, and I'll come back to you in two days......"

Half a month later, late one night, Zhu Yuanrun sneaked into the workshop where he worked, found the sleeping squad leader Zheng in the duty room, woke him up, pointed at him with a steel pipe and said: "Squad leader, why did you violate labor discipline and sleep while on duty." ”

Squad leader Zheng saw in a trance that it was Zhu Yuanrun, who was a coward, and he didn't have time to think about it, so he instinctively scolded: "NTMB's brain is in water!" I can't stay at home in the middle of the night, MBD comes to entertain Lao Tzu! ”

Zhu Yuanrun waited patiently for him to finish speaking, and then said to it happily: "Lao Zheng, what do you say you are doing with such a big temper day by day? Tired or not. ”

Squad leader Zheng, who had not yet recognized his situation, saw that Zhu Yuanrun, who was usually timid and cautious, dared to ridicule himself, and scolded angrily: "I'm CNM! You heartless SB, can you call Lao Zheng? Is NMBD itchy on the skin? If you want to die, Lao Tzu will fulfill your two hundred and five, your uncle ......"

Zhu Yuanrun, who was not very murderous, has been struggling with whether to kill squad leader Zheng since he woke him up, but he didn't expect to be provoked by his death scolding, and then his face was blue, and without saying a word, he directly pumped the head of squad leader Zheng with a steel pipe.

Half an hour later, Zhu Yuanrun struggled to carry a sack and sneaked out of the workshop where he worked. After leaving the factory, he looked nervously left and right for a moment, and then took a step and disappeared into the night......

One day half a year later, Zhu Yuanrun, who had obviously gained a lot of weight, sat at the dining table at home, drinking a little wine leisurely, and said to the rotten-faced old Taoist with a smile: "Dao Chief, it looks like the New Year is coming to an end, and things will not be too easy to do at that time." ”

The rotten old man threw the half-gnawed sauce bones on the table, picked up the wine cup and snorted the wine in the glass, and after taking a sip of wine comfortably, he said disapprerovitously: "Xiaoyou, do you have to know some things?" Words cannot be exhausted, blessings cannot be exhausted. Don't ...... doing things."

"Alright, alright! I'll say a few words, you have to reply a few words, I really don't understand where you got so many words! After Zhu Yuanrun became familiar with the rotten face of the old way, his speech began to become direct, and when he saw that he was rambling and talking, he interrupted him a little annoyedly.

"Hehe, you, you~ But speaking of which, are you going to go on like that forever? Haven't you thought about how to go in the future? The rotten face was also used to his tone, so he didn't care, but asked him about his future plans with concern.

Zhu Yuanrun was stunned for a moment, since he was pulled into the water by the rotten face old man, he really hadn't thought about this question, and he didn't know how to answer it for a while.

Seeing that he was deep in thought, the rotten-faced old Taoist simply picked out and said to him: "Xiaoyou, you shouldn't have thought about how to go in the future, in fact, the road of you and me is not easy to walk, but it is not without opportunities." ”

"What's the way to go?" Zhu Yuanrun heard the voice outside the words, and asked impatiently.

"Hehe, poor Dao sees that the recent disaster has begun to slow down, and the next year should be much better. After coming into contact with you during this time, Poor Dao feels that you have some talent for eating, so it is better to open a restaurant in the next year. ”

As soon as his words landed, Zhu Yuanrun pointed out the key problem: "But this also requires money, the problem is that I don't have money!" ”

"Hehe, Xiaoyou is still too impatient, since Poor Dao proposed to let you open a restaurant, then it will not be untargeted. What do you see this is? As he spoke, he took out two gold bars from his arms and threw them in front of him with a "clang".

Zhu Yuanrun looked at the gold bar in front of him, showing an expression of disbelief, he carefully picked one up, weighed it in his hand, and then asked the old man with a bad face suspiciously: "This gold bar has to be two or two, right?" Dao Chief, where did this come from? ”

The rotten-faced old man was not in a hurry to answer, but first leisurely filled himself with wine, picked up the wine glass, took a small sip, and then pretended to be chic and said: "As the old saying goes, there are still three catties of nails in a broken temple, and people outside the temple are not really without long things." ”

Seeing that he began to play tricks again, Zhu Yuanrun said to him with some displeasure: "Dao Chief! Can you talk well! ”

"Alas~ Poor Dao is not talking, these two gold bars were left by the master of Poor Dao to repair the Taoist temple, but unfortunately his old man did not ...... until the day of his immortal death Alas~ Don't say it, don't say it, come and come, Xiaoyou drink, drink. As he spoke, his eyes began to redden, and he was afraid that he would lose his temper if he continued to speak, so he stopped talking.

Zhu Yuanrun has known the rotten face Lao Dao for more than half a year, and he has never seen him show his true feelings, and he never thought that he would pave the way for himself, so he said to him with some emotion: "Daoist, don't worry!" If I have a bright future, I will definitely rebuild the Taoist temple for you! By the way, speaking of this, I still don't know what the name of the Taoist temple where you live, Daoist. ”

After drinking the wine in the cup, the rotten-faced old Taoist sighed and said sadly: "The dojo of the poor road is called Qingfeng Guan ......."

"What happened to my father? Why haven't you woken up yet! ”

Zhu Yuanrun's attending doctor was a little overwhelmed by Zhu Dachang's aura, for fear that the man in front of him would clean himself up, so he tried to speak as well as possible, "Teacher Zhu is fine, but he is getting older and his body functions are deteriorating, so he ......"

Zhu Dachang interrupted the doctor's words in a cold tone, "Don't talk this nonsense to me, I just need to know his current situation!" ”

The doctor swallowed and said timidly, "It's okay, it's okay, it's just asleep, but it's better not to disturb him." Although Mr. Zhu's vital signs are a little weak, they are still within the normal range. Mr. Zhu, don't worry, it's okay, I promise! ”

"That's good, I hope you're not lying to me!" After Zhu Dachang dropped this sentence to the doctor, he turned to the middle-aged woman on the side and said, "Wife, the old man estimates that he won't wake up for a while, let's deal with Xiaochang's affairs first." ”

The middle-aged woman glanced at Zhu Yuanrun on the hospital bed, and said with some dissatisfaction: "Hmph! This old thing, as long as something happens, pretends to be a turtle! After saying this, she left Zhu's large intestine and walked out of the intensive care unit directly.

Zhu Dachang saw that the middle-aged woman left without saying a word, his face suddenly became a little ugly, and then he followed with a black face.