That's right, who else can that figure be besides Jingyang Dao Chief?

When she heard the voice of Jingyang Daoist, the old grandmother, who had originally raised the firewood knife in her hand, suddenly stopped in mid-air. She turned around slowly, and after seeing Daoist Jingyang again, she asked in horror, "You, why are you okay?" I obviously killed you, you are a ghost, no, no, there are no ghosts in this world. ”

The old lady was talking a little gibberish, and I could tell that she was very scared because she had killed the Jingyang Daoist. But what appeared in front of her was still alive and well, Daoist Jingyang, she couldn't figure out what was going on, how could she not be afraid?

"Hmph, do you think I don't know that little bit of your thoughts? I have long found out about your conspiracy, you are cutting your life, not me, and you don't see if there is blood on your knife, do you dare to assert that I was hacked to death by you? Jingyang Daoist said jokingly.

"Huh?"

"I've been watching you since I saw you. Whether it is your acting skills or the way you speak, it is very realistic, but your tricks can only deceive him. Daoist Jingyang said, pointing his finger at me.

"However, if you want to hide it from my eyes, you don't look at how many pounds and taels you have."

"What the hell is going on, I remember to hack you to death."

"Where do you think I am? Am I sleeping next to him? Wrong, I've been somewhere else, not in your room at all. Jingyang Dao Chang explained.

I was also a little confused, so I asked, "That's not right, Dao Chief, I can hear your breathing." How could it not be by my side? Where did that breathing sound come from? ”

Daoist Jingyang took out his mobile phone and shook it in front of me. The whole woods suddenly became quiet, and the sound of "whew, whew" was heard from the lit phone.

"Holy." I was a little dumbfounded, this ginger is really still old and spicy. Daoist Jingyang actually recorded his breathing sound in advance with his mobile phone, and then put it next to me. I mistook it for the sound of his breathing, but he wasn't sleeping at all.

"Stop killing, lay down your weapons!" Jingyang Daoist persuaded him.

"No, let you go, and you'll tell me about it. Wouldn't I have no escape? I have killed so many people, and the end must be death. The old lady waved her hand and said.

"You don't have a choice." I interjected.

"Is there really not? It's dead both horizontally and vertically, it's better to pull one more cushion back, and let me go to Huangquan Road as a companion! After the old lady finished speaking, she turned around and slashed at me directly with her firewood.

I didn't think about anything, and instinctively took a step back. But I forgot that there was a pit of bones behind me, but it was too late to say anything.

"Poof."

There was a pain in my stomach and it felt like something was sticking ~ into my flesh. It turns out that this is what it feels like, and it turns out that this feeling is so painful.

"Chen Lin." Elder Jingyang shouted, and then I saw him running towards me.

My eyes became heavy, and it was the seventh day of my rebirth. If you die today, you can count the first seven as passing it together, right?

The sound of the fight in my ears grew smaller and quieter, and finally disappeared completely. Nothing could be heard, no wind could be heard, no sound of their fighting.

Did the fight stop? I asked myself this, but I didn't give myself an answer. Because I don't know it, and I can't see it.

At that time, I wanted to laugh. Life is nothing more than this, and my life is nothing more than this, a few days after being reborn and then dying. It's better not to be reborn and live in the state of the soul all the time, which is equivalent to a kind of eternal life.

All of a sudden, there was a light in front of my eyes, and yes, it was light. I opened my eyes, only to see Daoist Jingyang sitting next to me. And I was lying on the bed in the wooden house~, and the pain in my stomach was much less, and the sky was bright.

"Awake? How does it feel? Daoist Jingyang looked at me and asked.

"It hurts a little." I said with a frown.

"The pain is right, the pain proves that you are still alive."

I'm a little speechless, shouldn't you comfort me? My eyes swept the room and asked, "What about the old woman?" ”

"She?" Jingyang Dao Chang sighed and said, "It's dead." ”

I whispered a little without revealing too much sadness. When is the time for the so-called revenge, and it is not too late for the so-called gentleman to take revenge for ten years. She is not a gentleman, but it took less than forty years to kill all the people who brought harm to her in the first place.

Those people are indeed innocent, but what the grandmother did also pushed herself into the abyss.

I recuperated here for two days, and then I filled the bone pit with soil with Daoist Jingyang. I found a wooden plaque and carved a few large characters on it with a knife.

"Tomb of the Nameless."

Then I left here with Daoist Jingyang and continued walking.

Not many people know about this matter, and only three people know about it. I, Chen Mu, and Jingyang Dao Chang.

Daoist Jingyang also said, I don't have a heart yet. You can feel pain, but no matter how severe the scar is, it won't die, but there is one thing that is difficult for the wound to heal.

We took some food with us and left the place. Originally, I proposed to burn this wooden house, right? But Jingyang Daoist said: "You can't play with fire in the forest, don't you know this common sense?" ”

I give a thumbs up to the reason of Jingyang Daochang, what a kind of unconventional novelty, out of low-level fun? What better reason to do so?

We walked a halfway and at noon we came across a village. Daoist Jingyang used some of his own small means to get some food for the two of us. Of course, this little trick does not mean to deceive people, but just to calculate a hexagram for them, and those people praise them again and again, saying that "the calculation is really accurate." ”

I also jokingly said to Jingyang Dao Chief: "You also give me a hexagram, right?" See what my future holdings? ”

Daoist Jingyang glanced at me and said, "What's it?" Rich? ”

I gave him a blank look and said, "Do you still need money for this relationship?" ”

"If you don't have any money, you won't give it."

"Holy."

At that time, I was indeed a little reckless, and completely forgot the reason why Jingyang Daoist couldn't accept apprentices. Isn't it because there are too many leaked heavenly opportunities? But I still asked him to do the math, if this is not accurate, he may be complained by me. If it was accurate, it wouldn't do him any good, and of course he wouldn't do it for me.

However, this matter is only in the past. I didn't have to pull Jingyang Dao Chief, I had to force him to calculate a hexagram for me. That's really not good, besides, the fate of the future will still come out on your own? Just listening to fortune tellers will affect you.

There is a story about a poor man who used what little money he had left to find a fortune teller. He asked the fortune teller, "When will I be able to make a fortune?" ”

The fortune teller looked at him and said, "After forty." "And the poor man was thirty-five years old. When he heard this, he gave the fortune teller the money, and he went home happy.

All the way, I was thinking that if I survived the past five years, I would be rich. When the time comes, you won't have to do anything, and you'll have a lot of money. In the past five years, it is not too much, and it is not too much to say less. The poor man spent five years like that, but he only grew poorer and poorer, and did not get rich.

The poor man went to the fortune teller and asked, "Didn't you say that I would be rich in five years?" Why am I still so poor? ”

The fortune teller smiled and said, "I'm talking about you, after the age of forty, you will get used to this poor life of yours." The poor man was only angry, but he had nothing to do, and left.

Therefore, this person and man cannot completely obey orders. As long as you don't violate the morality of heaven, don't violate discipline, don't prostitute ~ gamble, don't drink and smoke. Seize the opportunity~ and dare to try, the opportunity is reserved for those who are prepared. Don't feel that if you don't do anything, the money will blow like the wind. It's completely impossible, and if that's the case, then everyone can just sleep with a pillow every day.

Why do you have to work so hard to earn money? Hard work will not disappoint people, there is a reward for paying, ladies and gentlemen, what do you think?