The old man held back a lot of anger, and from noon, he educated us until the evening.

I have seen this method in books when I nail the coffin open the vein, and then tie it up and seal it with a chicken blood rope, but I didn't think of it in that case....... This is indeed a failure!

But I think that's a good thing.

If I break the kettle and do things absolutely in order to save my life, and directly let all the people in Wangshan Village die in the yin eye, then Qin Xiaolan and the others will definitely not survive, and they will have to be buried for them unconsciously.

Overall, I'm quite lucky.

not only rescued Qin Xiaolan and them, but also saved the lives of all of us, this ending couldn't be better.

At dinner in the evening, the old man's anger was mostly gone, and he took us out of the house and went straight to the hot pot restaurant, and specially opened a private room to eat.

At the dinner table, the old man began to point out the country and made a short-term plan for us.

"I'm relatively idle during this time, so don't think about being idle." The old man took the chopsticks and pointed at Qibao first: "You melon baby is not a good seedling, and you have more bad water in your brain than anyone else, but just by virtue of this, I appreciate you!" ”

"Thank you, Master appreciate!" Qibao laughed and toasted the old man with a glass of wine.

When Chen Qiuyan saw this scene, she secretly touched me with her arm and asked me in a whisper if my old man had drunk too much.

"I guess so." I said, looking at the two empty bottles at his feet, and being more sure, "Really." ”

"Since you want to give Shi'an a hand, I can't hide my secrets, but let's talk first......." The old man smiled: "I can't teach you the things of the Shen family, this is the rule, but the miscellaneous techniques I learned can be passed on to you." ”

Hearing this, Shippo's eyes lit up, and he trembled with excitement when he held the wine glass.

"This ...... Isn't that good? ”

"Then I won't teach." The old man turned his face instantly, and scolded impatiently: "What are you pretending to be polite to me?" ”

"Master! Father! You're welcome! Qibao called Ye directly, nodded and said: "What you teach, I learn, I promise to be more serious than the college entrance examination!" ”

The old man nodded, turned to look at Chang Longxiang and said, "You are the same as Qibao, what do you learn from what I teach, understand?" ”

"Okay." Chang Long Xianghan smiled and said that he had no opinion, and he would definitely follow the big army.

"Grandpa Shen! What about me?! Chen Qiuyan raised her hand and said unconvinced: "They can all learn!" I'm sure I can learn too! Besides, I'm not stupid! ”

"You can't." The old man waved his hand: "Your grandfather has repeatedly told me that even if you die, he can't let you enter our business." ”

Hearing this answer, Chen Qiuyan pursed her mouth, as if she was about to cry, and the expression on her face was a grievance.

"Qibao and Dragon Elephant have no foundation, I will teach you some practical things first, it is enough to deal with ordinary Yin Soul injustices, as for dealing with the ....... of living people" The old man hesitated for a while and said: "Let's teach it later, first lay a solid foundation and then talk about it." ”

Qibao didn't have any opinion on the old man's arrangement, and raised his hands in approval.

While eating hot pot, I also chatted with the old man and asked him, what is the magic weapon of our master?

It can't be those coffin nails, right?

"You said that most of the Taoist gentlemen use swords, and most of the Buddhist gentlemen use pestles, what is the gentleman who descended the door?"

"One word."

The old man said, and put a piece of tripe in his mouth.

"Miscellaneous."

Qibao stared into the pot and asked tentatively, "Cow...... Mixed? ”

Hearing this tentative analysis, the swear words in the old man's mouth suddenly turned upside down, and he was counting Qibao in and out of his words.

"We don't have a single magic weapon, we can use a sword, a pestle, or a coffin." The old man glared at Qibao, slowly put down his chopsticks, and explained: "Lu Bandou, Gu Blood Rope, Chong God Statue, any magic weapon of the Fa School, we can use it." ”

"Grandpa Shen, among these magic weapons, which magic weapon is the most ruthless?" Chang Longxiang asked curiously.

"I can't say it, there are a lot of powerful magic weapons, but among these magic weapons I have seen, the most powerful one should be the mountain and river sword of Shanhemen......" The old man smiled, his eyes were full of envy: "The sword body was smelted with copper coins, and then let the gentleman of Shanhemen enter the earth qi of the three mountains and five mountains, so it is also called the Three Mountains and Five Mountains Sword." ”

"How powerful?" Chang Longxiang asked with his eyes shining.

"If you let me hold it in my hand, what kind of bullshit Miao martial artist, Lao Tzu can stab him to death with a sword when he meets." The old man smacked his lips: "The mountains and rivers are one of the righteous qi, and the Gu qi on the Miao Wu people is a kind of evil qi, and using the mountains and rivers sword to suppress the Miao Wu people is simply something that can be done with an easy fart." ”

Speaking of this, the old man also looked a little lost, picked up the wine glass, and drank the liquor in the glass in one gulp.

"It's a pity, that sword is in the hands of my old brother, and acquaintances can't wipe it off, if someone else holds it, I'll have to grab it......."

At this time, the old man's mood seemed to be low, and his temper also came up, and when he saw that the rat was still squatting on the table and gnawing on the beef, he suddenly became angry and kicked it over.

The rat's reaction was not slow, he didn't even look at it, he jumped to the side twice, and easily dodged it.

"You brute and you have a face to eat! If it weren't for you this time, would they have been able to toss it this far! ”

"Squeak!!"

Hearing the old man scolding it, the rat also looked a little aggrieved, squeaking, as if to justify himself.

"That's right!" I suddenly remembered this, and hurriedly asked the old man: "Master, didn't you say that the rat is very powerful?" Why did you let those mountain people clean it up? ”

"This brute probably hasn't fought before, so it's inexperienced." The old man sighed: "It is said that rats are timid, and it is no exception, when I see so many people surrounding me, I must be ......panicking."

"Isn't it enough to spit out a little bit of bad breath?" I don't understand.

"It's all scared, how can it vomit?" The old man smiled bitterly: "This beast is also stupid, when it is surrounded, it doesn't say that it lifts up the evil qi in its body, if you don't mention the evil qi, its body is similar to an ordinary mouse, and you can trample it to death with any kick......."

"Then why wasn't it shot to death?"

"I reacted, and I raised my evil qi in time to protect myself, so I didn't get shot to death......" The old man said helplessly: "It's a pity, it should have been able to kill those villagers with injuries at that time, just because it was timid, it only dared to run with you, and didn't dare to do anything with them......"

"Shame!" Shippo smiled and threw a piece of tripe to it.

The rat didn't even look at it, jumped directly on the old man's knees, and squeaked at him.

"Don't call it, you and they are all the way, and the shame is all thrown to your hometown." The old man said angrily.

I watched this scene funny, and I just thought it was more interesting than the Spring Festival Gala.

The old man fought with the rat for a while, seemed to be in a hurry, and as soon as he reached out to grab it, he threw it directly into the corner.

"Scolding is scolding, you still have to praise where you should be praised."

When he said this, the old man suddenly laughed, and looked at us with a look of relief in his eyes.

"You don't have much ability, but this heart is quite right, now most of the people in the industry are dirty, can you be like you with a kind heart to do good deeds......."

The old man sighed and shook his head: "I'm afraid there really isn't much...... There may be fewer ....... in the future"

"It's okay, we'll just do it." I comforted: "As the saying goes, the devil is one foot high and the road is one foot high, as long as we suppress their unhealthy tendencies, the tendencies in the industry will change sooner or later." ”

"So confident?" The old man was stunned: "You're not pessimistic?" ”

"What's so pessimistic about this, there are few people in the industry, and it's much easier to change them than to change outsiders." I laughed, and then asked the old man, do you remember the book "Evening Collection" that I had read.

The book was given by an old lady nearby.

The old lady believed in Buddhism and wanted us to believe it, so she sent this book to the old man, intending to let the book "save" us.

Of course, in the end, we didn't come to Buddhahood.

But there's no denying that the book was quite interesting, and there are a lot of things that I still remember vividly.

One of the sentences reads.

"If you don't forget, there will be an echo."

The meaning of this is simple.

The sun is a valley of echoes, and when someone shouts loudly with righteous thoughts, the valley responds with its own voice.

Layer by layer, the sound spreads thousands of miles.

Not only can you hear those countless echoes, but everyone and the whole world can hear them, because you are speaking your own heart.

When you stop shouting, you'll find that Echo Valley still has its voice.

It's just that these voices are no longer your echoes, but the voices of the living people who inhabit the valley of echoes in the yang world.

To put it simply, as long as your beliefs are strong to a certain point, everything will respond to you.

"Master, we can't care about other people, let's just take the right path ourselves."

"As long as we don't follow the crowd, one day, they will find out that our path is the right one."

As I spoke, I filled the old man with a glass of wine.

He picked up his glass and looked at me deeply, his bitter expression faintly revealing a hint of hope.

"The world is too big, the industry is too small, and it's much easier to change them."

The old man smiled, raised his glass, drank it all, and muttered in his mouth.

"Never forget...... There will be repercussions......."

"I just hope that the sound doesn't go away....... ...... be able to keep ringing."

"If so...... I'm blind to death......."

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Notes: "Evening Collection", the author Li Shutong, is one of the pioneers of Chinese drama, and later shaved as a monk, the legal name is Yanyin, the name is Hongyi, the late number is the old man, and the descendants respect him as Master Hongyi.

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