The town is called Langxian Town, a total of more than 70 households, the traffic is blocked, there are not many outsiders, there are many empty houses on the street, Xin Zhuo spent five taels of silver a year to rent a storefront on the street.

There was only an old chair, a broken bed and a desk that was about to fall apart in the room, and the landlord saw that he was "pitiful" and sent a broken pot and two broken bowls.

I bought a shabby gray cloth robe at the only ready-to-wear store in the town, and bought some tin sheets at the blacksmith to repair the tables and chairs, cleaned them, and sat on the bed in a daze.

At dusk, the coughing sound from the next door from time to time disturbed his thoughts, and when he walked out the door, he saw that the next door seemed to be a clay figure shop.

In front of the shop, a middle-aged man in his fifties sat on the ground and pinched a clay figure, his wrist was light, and he pinched out a small figure in three or two clicks.

Xin Zhuo walked over and watched silently.

The middle-aged man smiled and asked, "Where did you come from?"

Xin Zhuo said: "Far away."

The middle-aged man said: "Will you live here in the future?"

Xin Zhuo nodded.

The middle-aged man asked again, "What do you call my brother?"

Xin Zhuo was silent for a while, and the old brother ......

"The surname is Xin."

"It's a rare surname." The middle-aged man said: "My name is Lao Tie, they are all neighbors, and they have something to talk about."

Old Iron ......

Good name.

Xin Zhuo said, "Thank you."

"No thanks!"

Lao Tie stopped talking, and concentrated on pinching the clay figure, using the ten fingers of both hands together, and picking the nails lightly, and the facial features of the clay figure appeared very three-dimensionally.

Xin Zhuo watched for a full hour, until it was dark, and he returned to the house.

There was no light in the room, it was pitch black, Xiao Huang ran out to wave, he continued to be in a daze, trying to run the mental method, the dirt in his body was more, and the entry was very slow.

The first of the five decays of heaven and man, I don't know when it will pass.

Lie down, toss and turn, unable to sleep.

He got up suddenly, took out a spoonful of water from the water tank, and also lived a pile of thin mud, learning from the old iron next door to knead the clay man.

The first, four are not like.

The second, paradoxical.

Until the tenth, barely humanoid.

He found that pinching this thing made him feel very peaceful and could pass the time.

I didn't sleep all night, and when it was just dawn, there were three clay figurines on the table......

The fluttering Zhao Yizhu, the charming and colorful Xue Ji and a short-haired middle-aged woman who is completely different from the people of this world.

It was his mother in his previous life.

He didn't know who to think of, or who else to worry about, it seemed ...... That's all there are three, right? Maybe I want to add a Jiang Yuwei......

Silently looking at the three seven-point clay figurines on the table, he suddenly looked happy like a child, with a "clean" smile on his face that he had never seen before.

Then he hugged the three clay figures and lay down, especially looking at the middle-aged woman with short hair, and muttered: "Mom, I miss you so much now, it's so lonely here, it hurts so much......"

I fell asleep in a daze.

At noon, he was awakened by the noise outside the door, he got up and walked to the door, only to see a group of people on the street surrounding a white-haired old man, the old man had white lips, terminally ill, seeing that he couldn't do it, someone hurriedly said: "Go to the next town to find Dr. Wang, bring more money, quickly!"

A group of men and women anxiously lifted the old man and ran straight into the distance.

Xin Zhuo raised his hand and put it down again.

Birth, old age, sickness and death, human nature, practicing Buddhism, how can you use cultivation to intervene in ordinary people?

He walked back to the house, and Xiao Huang came back from nowhere, with big shoulders and round waist, and a wild boar leg in his mouth, with a smug face.

Xin Zhuo washed the pork legs, boiled them in a large pot, and ate them as he pleased.

In the afternoon, there was a cry in the distance, the old man was dead, and although he had gone to see the doctor in the next town, he did not survive an hour.

The whole street was crying, and everyone wore filial piety.

Xin Zhuo stood in front of the door and watched for a long time, his figure flashed, disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, it was almost dusk, and he poured out half of the room of herbs and bamboo from the "Mochizuki Bag".

Then he took the little yellow to dig well water, clean the herbs, and weave bamboo baskets to dry.

was busy working, a ghostly little boy wearing only shorts came up: "Uncle, what are you doing?"

Xin Zhuo smiled: "Dry herbs."

"Herbs?" The little boy didn't understand, and grinned: "I know you, you are the flower child on the side of the road at dusk the day before yesterday."

"I know you too."

Xin Zhuo patted his little head: "You are the little guy on the donkey cart."

The little boy shrunk his neck: "Uncle has a really good memory, my name is Ah Gou, why did you come to live in our town."

Xin Zhuo said: "I don't have a place to live."

Ah Gou thought for a while, lowered his voice and said, "You're from far away, right?" Do you know martial arts? ”

Stand up and gesture: "The kind that flew into the sky with a whoosh."

Xin Zhuo smiled: "Why do you ask that?"

Ah Gou's face was full of longing, and he said: "I heard people say that people outside can do martial arts, they can fly in the sky, and they can blow up a mountain with one punch, and the pavilion chief is afraid when he sees it."

There are no martial artists in this town, not even the lowest level of the Acquired Nine Rank Realm.

Xin Zhuo was stunned for a moment.

The things he has been in contact with over the years are all high-level sect forces, and they are in an environment where martial artists gather, but he doesn't know that there are more mortals who don't know martial arts in this world. It's even more extravagant.

If the great cadres want to dominate the world and rule hundreds of millions of people, why not sort out the principles of heaven and earth, restrain the martial artists, and give mortals a way to live?

He laughed, "Possibly."

Ah Gou was interested, squatted aside, and said, "Uncle, will you be the kind of master you say in the singing, hiding your name in the world, and flying away with a flying sword another day?"

Xin Zhuo said: "Frankly speaking, I am, I don't even need to step on the flying sword, I can reach the sky with a swish."

Ah Gou lost interest in an instant, got up and left in a huff: "You're not, a master won't admit that you're a master, you're so old, you stink."

Xin Zhuo smiled and continued to weave the bamboo frame.

A month, fleeting.

In front of Xin Zhuo's shop, there are sun-dried herbs, and there are more clay pots burned in clay pots, and there are hand-rubbed pills inside.

That's right! He directly used the knowledge of pharmacology of [xxxx medical skills], simply rubbed the pills, did not use martial arts, did not use medical skills, and did not expose martial arts, which was his insistence on transcending the five decays of heaven and man and practicing Buddhist secret arts.

The people in the town began to be a little wary of him, and gradually attracted by his honest but "strange" behavior, and people came to watch every day, especially the little boy Ah Gou and the old iron next door, who would come to chat a few words every day.

However, only no one buys the hand-rubbed pills of "Uncle Xin", which doesn't seem to be very reliable.

Xin Zhuo didn't care, and still pinched pills every day.

On this day, just rubbing a can of pills for the treatment of colds and flu, Ah Gou ran over with a snot and a flushed face, sat on the ground, and said dejectedly: "Uncle, I'm going to die, I have a cold, my father and mother just run a grocery store, don't make money, go to the next town to see the doctor want our family's harvest for a year......"

"Can't die, open your mouth." Xin Zhuo picked up a pill at random and threw it into his mouth.

The dog swallowed with a "coo", his bitter little face was wrinkled, and he ran out.

After a while, the thirty-year-old couple who met on the road a few days ago came over, their chests rose and fell, their eyes changed slightly, and they carefully took out a few copper coins: "Thank you, Brother Xin."

"Dog, how's it going?"

Xin Zhuo pushed the copper coin back, this thing, it's useless for him to come.

Ah Gou's father was full of respect: "Okay, it's alive, I'm going to touch the shrimp in the river now, and I'm going to send it to you, but I didn't expect the eldest brother to ...... It's a guy with real skills, and our town will have its own doctor in the future. ”

The word "doctor" seems to be very sensitive, and Lao Tie next door and the neighbors on the street have surrounded him, excited, suspicious, and scrutinizing.

(End of chapter)