Mo Chuan looked at the wolf king as if he was lying, his eyes turned slightly, and he fell on the dry bones of the new tomb at the entrance of the town again.

Seeing the true Taoist priest, the reason why Laixian Town became a ghost overnight was because of the leakage of erysipelas.

In that case, where did so many poisonous corpses go?

You can't be eaten by beasts and ants, right?

Or did the true Taoist guess wrong, or was he lying?

Hundreds of corpses collapsed and scattered dust and mud, and few people knew that the skull landed on the ground.

Mo Chuan lowered his head and muttered for a long time, looked at the Wolf King and said, "Do you know the true Taoist?" ”

The Wolf King said: "But the people who live in the west of Lanshan Town? ”

Mo Chuan bowed: "That's right." ”

"Don't hide it from the Daoist, if Xiao Wang is not mistaken, then after seeing that the true Taoist entered Immortal Town by mistake five years ago, he settled in seclusion near Lanshan Town, and he would always go around here every three or five months, thinking that it should be to break this ghost."

"He's cultivated geometry?"

"Xiao Wang doesn't know, he never goes into the mountains to hunt, and Xiao Wang has never provoked, so the well water has always been safe and sound."

"You're quite acquiescent." Mo Chuan seemed to be joking, but he didn't hide it.

"Don't blame the immortal, it's really ...... It is really true that the truth is hidden in the wilderness, quiet as flowing water, if it is not mentioned by the immortals, Xiao Wang will forget him. ”

The wolf king broke out in a cold sweat and explained again and again.

"Really?"

Mo Chuan nodded, his attitude ambiguous.

Five years of neighbors, I don't know anything.

He didn't know that this was the wolf king's awe, so he hid it? Or did you really subconsciously ignore it? Either way, however, is worth being wary of.

"Then do you know the Wuding Dao people?"

"I don't know."

Mo Chuan's eyes flashed slightly when he heard this, and after asking some more details, he asked Huang Buyu to fill in the grave, put away his teeth, and walked away.

- He plans to meet the Truth again.

However, when he was about to reach his destination, he stopped again, thought about it, and turned around and rushed to Lanshan Town, planning to eat a bowl of wontons first and then go.

In case you see that the truth is lying, once there is a conflict, it is good to fight;

If you can't beat it, you will definitely have to run away.

I don't eat this bowl of wontons now, and I don't know the Year of the Monkey next time.

Entering Lanshan Town, under the locust tree at the entrance of the town, the expected wonton stall was not there, and the vacant land was still occupied by the sheep soup noodle stall.

Mo Chuan had a trace of doubt in his heart, and when he walked to the door of the second son's house at the end of the town, he saw a red cloth pasted on the door.

Above: "Eat wontons, go to the east of the fish pond thatched hut." ”

Seeing this, Mo Chuan knew that this was He Xuanzi leaving him a message!

Then he walked away, and not long after leaving the town, there was a sound of "bleating".

If you look closely, there is a fence sheepfold around the edge of the field outside the town, and there is a fish pond next to the sheepfold. By the fish pond, a thatched hut with a big palm is crumbling.

When you get closer, you can see that the sheepfold is quite clean, and there is not much sheep droppings.

Mo Chuan looked at the sheep feces sprinkled on the shore of the fish pond and suddenly understood.

There is a saying in the "Complete Book of Agricultural Administration: Shepherding": or the sheep are enclosed on the bank of the fish pond, and the grass manure is swept in the pond every morning to feed the grass fish, and the sheep manure can be fed to the silver carp, killing three birds with one stone.

- It turns out that Lanshan Town uses sheep feces to raise fish!

Mo Chuan sighed, approached the hut, and shouted loudly: "Uncle He?" ”

The sound fell, and there was a sound of pots and pans colliding in the hut, and the next moment, a spirited old man came out, rubbing his hands excitedly, and hunched his waist.

"Immortals, you're here!"

"Uncle is polite, just call me Taoist."

"How can that! Immortals, that ...... It's cramped inside, so it's better to sit outside the house, knowing that you're coming, I've already prepared the ingredients, and the old man has what kind of wontons you like. ”

While speaking, He Jiaozi had already prepared to pick out the burden of wontons, set up a simple table, propped up the maza, and lit the stove, with skillful and pleasing movements.

Looking at the wonton stall again, although it is quite old, it is cleaned cleanly, and the old man's nails are trimmed neatly, which makes Mo Chuan quite satisfied.

He sat down and chatted while looking at the old man and the ravioli.

"Uncle, why do you live here?"

He picks up the wonton and pauses slightly, and then said with a smile:

"Hey, don't hide it from the immortals, although it is the old man's son's house, but there is always a feeling of being under the fence when I live, so I simply came over to help people look at the fish pond, and I wanted to be clean and comfortable."

Mo Chuan nodded thoughtfully, and tacitly changed the topic and talked about wontons.

Why is He Pickzi Wonton unique?

He Jiaozi was also quite proud and talked eloquently.

His parents died young, and in his early years he lived by digging wild vegetables.

After eating too much, I slowly felt the pulse of the wild vegetables and knew how to deal with them better.

By mistake, I started to buy and sell wild vegetable wontons, because the quantity is large and cheap, the business has been very good, and once I sell it, it will be a lifetime.

He is an orphan with no father and mother, and he insists on picking children from wontons, marries a wife and has children in middle age, and lives out of two generations of life.

In the midst of small talk, a bowl of wontons with shepherd's cabbage crust is freshly baked.

The black pottery sea bowl is full of portions, steaming, and the wontons with thin skin and large fillings are like green-bellied geese piercing the pond.

Mo Chuan took out the spoon and took a bite, I don't know if it is a psychological effect, and suddenly I feel that it is extremely delicious.

"Yes, it's comparable to the delicacies of the mountains and the sea."

After He Jiaozi served the wontons, he sat opposite, observing Mo Chuan's expression, and when he heard this compliment, he smiled with his eyebrows.

"This is not as good as the delicacies of the mountains and seas, the immortals are tired of eating the delicacies of the mountains and the sea, and they want this farmer to take a bite of game, taste a mouthful of freshness, and then feel delicious."

Mo Chuan chuckled when he heard this, the old man understands people!

He Zhuozi saw that Mo Chuan was in a good mood, and suddenly asked worriedly: "The immortals are well-informed, and the old man has a doubt, and he wants to ask the immortals to solve his doubts." ”

Mo Chuan said: "You say." ”

"Everyone says that the longevity of the elderly is a curse, this is the life of the children and grandchildren, is this, is this true?"

"If it's true, Poor Dao will still save you?"

A rhetorical question made He Pickzi stunned, and in the next second, the whole person visibly relaxed, and his old face, which was as old as orange peel, smiled like a chrysanthemum.

Seeing this, Mo Chuan asked: "The matter of the old uncle's family, Poor Dao has heard a little, but the old man was ...... before Deliberately seeking death? ”

He Xuanzi sighed and said: "Don't hide it from the immortals, the old man is used to seeing dead people when he was a child, in order to survive, he has eaten grave sacrifices and robbed wild dog bones, how dare he seek death?" It's just that the eldest grandson died young, was in a trance, slipped his foot, and was old and frail, so he fell into a paralyzed person. ”

"Alas, when I was lying in bed for a few days, I was thinking, if there is really a saying about the longevity of living children and grandchildren, my life is also given by my parents before they die, which round will I get grandchildren? The eldest grandson is fate! ”

"yes, it's fate."

Mo Chuan sighed and asked again, "The old man is seriously ill, there is no gossip in the town, right?" Do you need help from the poor? ”

Xu died once, He Xuanzi looked at it quite openly, waved his hand with a disapprehensive face, and said: "A little long-tongued woman chews the root of the tongue, don't tighten it, don't tighten it." ”

"That's good!" Mo Chuan nodded.

"It's a pity that the eldest grandson didn't have the life to see the immortal ......"

He Xuanzi suddenly sighed, which made Mo Chuan's scalp tingle, and Li Guanqi's matter suddenly flashed in his mind.

"Speaking of which, if only the Wuding Dao people were still there, grab a prescription from him, and my poor eldest grandson might be able to survive."

Mo Chuan was stunned when he heard this.

"No Dingdao people? Does the old man know Wuding Dao people? ”

"Ah, yes!" He Xuanzi was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Speaking of which, Wuding Dao people used to live in Laixian Town, and their medical skills are very good, but it's a pity that ......"

"Really? What does Wuding Zhenren look like? ”

"Oh, it's been six or seven years, I can't remember exactly, but the old man remembers that he had a mole on his forehead......"

Hula!

Hearing this, Mo Chuan suddenly got up, with an incredible look on his face.

"Immortal Chief!"

"Uncle, Poor Dao suddenly remembered an urgent matter, so he took his leave first."

"Okay, good, fairy go slowly."

Mo Chuan bowed his head, turned around and walked away quickly, his steps seemed to be slow and fast, and he disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

He Jiaozi looked at the immortal chief who flicked his fingers and only left his back, and there was no look of amazement in his eyes.

He got up and sat in Mo Chuan's position, looked at the few wontons left in the bowl, picked up the spoon, and ate it.

He ate slowly, chewing on each bite until sunset, when he swallowed the last bite of ravioli.

Then he took advantage of the last afterglow to clean and set the dishes and chopsticks, and then slowly walked towards the mountains, followed the faded memory, found the grave of his parents, leaned on the grave, looked at the starry sky within reach, took out a pot of wine from his arms, and poured it down.

He is not afraid of gossip, but he is afraid that his second son will lose his daughter-in-law, and he is even more afraid that his little grandson will become an orphan.