At the moment when the three madmen jumped up, King Yama took two steps tightly, just avoiding the sneak attack of the three madmen. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"I don't believe I can't beat you!" The three madmen did not give up, and they turned around and pounced again!

"It's really hopeless, I really think I have the ability to do it......" King Yama still looked indifferent, and looked back at him with some disgust.

Because he was too anxious, the three madmen did not stand firm under their feet, and a dog ate and lay on the Gu Bai, and his head hit the corner of the tombstone, and blood oozed directly from his eye sockets.

"Your uncle!" The three madmen raised their middle fingers at King Yama.

"Hahaha! This is called stealing chickens and not becoming counter-erosion! Looking at the appearance of the three madmen, King Yama, who turned into a child, was even more happy, not at all like a fairy.

"Kind of heads-up?" The three madmen sat on the ground and pointed at the king of Yama and said.

"Have you forgotten how it feels to be trampled under my feet?" King Yama was still laughing.

It's okay not to mention this stubble, but when it comes to this stubble, the three madmen are even more furious, and they pick up things and throw them towards King Yama.

"You play slowly! I had to go beforehand! After the king of Yama finished speaking, he disappeared directly into the void, and there was no room for the three madmen to answer, but after all, the king of Yama was the king, and there was nothing to be done there.

"You're a coward, don't run if you have the ability!" The three madmen roared there.

But he knew what he meant by these roars, and others thought he was a dumb man.

scolded hard for a long time, there was no opponent, and no one cared about it, but the three madmen were also interested, so they sat directly on the root of the tree, leaned against the big tree and began to look at this stone tablet?

The three madmen knew that they had some customs there, especially the cypress trees in the north, and the locust trees were generally planted in a very particular location, or they had some special commemorative significance, so the three madmen concluded that there was a person buried under this tree......

In fact, the custom of worshiping ancient trees is not only in the north, for example, Jiangxi will worship the camphor tree, and Guangxi will worship the banyan tree.

When he was very young, the three madmen often listened to his grandfather tell the story of several old locust trees on the Zhuangzi, in the story are five brothers, these five people, are brothers with different surnames, because the friendship is deep is the red blood for the alliance, rubbing the soil for the incense, worshiping the gods, and forming eight worship friends, one day the brothers in order to make a living, is to go their separate ways, but the brothers are reluctant to this relationship, is to leave the day of the mutual agreement, On that day, a locust tree was planted in the place where he worshipped, and the gods were worshipped.

A long time passed, and the five brothers who traveled north and south each had their own family business, and their families, like the five little saplings planted together, slowly grew up enough to shade one side.

But all things will eventually wither one day, one day one of the locust trees suddenly died, the third child who had not gone far from the Zhuangzi saw it, and knelt under the tree and wept bitterly, and the passers-by saw it and asked her, "What's wrong with you?" Why did you cry like this? ”

The eldest of the brothers beat his chest and howled: "Brother, you just leave as soon as you say this, and you won't give your brother a chance to take one last look!" ”

Everyone laughed and said: He was too careful, how could a tree be related to people when it died.

But the third child knelt on the ground for a long time, and even ordered his son to bring some spirits, saying that he wanted to have a drink with these brothers.

Everyone laughed and said that his third child was old and confused, and became an old madman, but no one understood the importance of the third child's heart, for three days, the third child seemed to return to his youth under the tree, and one person drank as if he sang a big play, and talked about his youth in detail to the remaining three trees.

When the wine was drunk and the people were drunk, the old man lay under the tree, covered himself with a quilt, and fell asleep......

Waiting for the third child to fall asleep, this post horse letter was to inform him that the eldest brother from afar was indeed driving west, and when the family rushed to the tree to wake up the old father, he found that the old father had already gone with his eldest brother, and the locust tree he planted was slowly dying......

Once the three madmen once wanted to be with the fat man and the stone like the five old men, with the story of the mountains and rivers, but everything has become the past, now that I think about it, the three madmen's hearts are still faintly painful, he loves the land under his feet so much, but that land makes him look back on it is full of scars.

Now the three madmen are very curious about who is buried under this tree, and it is also a touching story. But the tree has taken shape, and it is difficult to go back to its past, and the three madmen can only sigh under this tree, empty nostalgia.

He just felt that his heart was a little blocked, a little stuffy, a little out of breath, he always wanted to do something, but he didn't know what he should do?

"Master? Are you there? Can you hear me? Tell me what I should do, master! The three madmen knelt on the ground with tears on their faces.

The breeze rose until it blew off the red ribbon from the tree and fell on the shoulders of the three madmen.

"Master! Is that you? The three madmen looked up at the sky.

But even if he tried his best to see the figure of the seventh uncle, the sky was still like that.

"Master, I see what you mean!" The three madmen muttered to themselves, took off the red ribbon, and stood up.

Seeing the three madmen raise their hands above their heads, respectfully holding the red ribbon, bowing to Changtian, they closed their eyes, and danced the divine descent that the seventh uncle taught him.

He stepped on every step with his heart, he did every action respectfully, he was in turmoil, and wanted to find a trace of relief and comfort from here!

"Master! Can you hear me calling you? The three madmen said in their hearts.

The faster and faster the dance, the more skilled the dance, the three madmen were intoxicated, as if they were flying in Dunhuang, and they seemed to be dragons going to sea.

The awkward notes reappeared, and this time the three madmen seemed to grasp some of the meanings, as if they understood what those syllables meant.

What the three madmen didn't know was that there was a true god three feet above his head, majestic and proud.

It was a true god, the first true god he had invited when he first learned about God's descent!

As if inspired by something, the three madmen suddenly opened their eyes, as if countless fragments crossed in front of his eyes, a little, a little connected into a line, and finally turned into a face.

"Everything grows!" Three madmen make it clear! His tongue had some sensation near the end of the descent.