Summer goes to autumn, autumn to winter solstice, unconsciously, the breath of winter has entered the valley, the north wind is howling, shaking the valley, Jia Mengle has lived here for three months, the thatched hut has already thickened, it has already changed from one to four, the living room, bedroom, storage room, kitchen has everything, he no longer seems to be waiting for the arrival of Cui Kaiyu, he just wants to live here, otherwise how can the thatched hut be built so thoughtfully?

No, he still hopes that Cui Kaiyu will appear, or he wouldn't be waiting here. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Does he want to stay here, or wait for the world to point to Cui Kaiyu, even he doesn't know, the autumn wind rises with the wind, and the debauchery valley is natural. Is the wind bullying the leaves, or is the leaves chasing the wind? Only the wind leaves know, only the valley knows.

"Ouch, there are still hares to eat here, it's rare!" One day, an old man came to the mountains, only to see yellow muscles, a dark face, a piece of dirty and tattered clothes wrapped in his thin body, as if a gust of wind could blow him down. This person came to Jia Mengle's residence, looked at the fragrant hare meat roasted on the fire, and was not polite at all, so he took it and began to gnaw it.

"Well, it's so fragrant, so delicious, if only there was wine!" The funny old man seemed to be talking to himself, Jia Mengle was not angry, for months, this old man was still the same kind he had met for the first time since he went up the mountain, no matter what, at least it was a living creature, at least it was the same language, why should he be angry?

"It's a pity I don't have any wine here!" Jia Mengle replied with a smile.

"You don't, I have!" the old man stood up, took a gourd from his waist that was about as black and oily as his clothes, "Come and take a drink!"

The world is so big, there are no surprises, just now I was still talking about wine, but I actually brought wine myself, and I was so provocative. Jia Mengle didn't care about this, took the gourd, and took a sip of it. Ah, where is this wine, it is clearly water, and it is cold water to the heart, drink it in the mouth, cool to the heart, and ice to the navel and eyes.

"Good wine!" Jia Mengle couldn't help but admire, his mouth still sluggling.

The old man was stunned and looked at Jia Mengle, "I have a problem, this is obviously water, how did you get the wine?"

"In the cold winter, guests come to water as wine, **** roasted rabbit mountain is more secluded, the worldly dust goes with him, and the water and wine family is long-lasting. It is a gentleman's thing, and drinking water is also wine. Jia Mengle responded with a smile.

"Okay, good enough, and test the river water with the new fire, poetry and wine while you are in the prime of life, go, I'll take you to find wine to drink!" The old man stood up with a smile, wiped his greasy hands on his body, and prepared to leave.

"Except for me here, where is there any wine except for going down the mountain?" Jia Mengle was already familiar with the terrain here, and did not move.

"Look, boy, isn't there a family there? The old man pointed to the world and pointed to Cui Kaiyu's thatched hut that was about to collapse and said.

"That's Dr. Cui's house. Jia Mengle knew that what the old man was talking about was Cui Kaiyu's thatched hut.

"It doesn't matter if he is a god or not, if there is wine, he is a god, go, go to him and beg for wine!" the old man took a step and began to walk towards the hut.

"No one else is at home!" Jia Mengle remained motionless, sitting by the fire and adding fuel to the fire.

"It's just right that he's not at home, he must have a lot of good wine hidden in his house, and when I go to get a few jars, it's worth the wine worm in his belly. The old man ignored Jia Mengle and insisted on going to the hut to find wine.

Jia Mengle saw that he was breaking through, so he hurriedly greeted him and blocked the old man's way, "Sir, the master is not at home, what is the difference between going like this and a thief?"

"Oh, what did you say just now that the worldly dust went with him, and the water and wine family has been for a long time, why is it now a mother-in-law? Go and get some wine to drink, how can you become a thief?" The old man ignored Jia Mengle's interception and walked forward.

"Sir, don't you know, as the saying goes, don't take small things, don't take small things, small insects poison your body, don't take small people, villains thief country. I think it's better to forget it, don't let a few jars of wine affect your reputation. Jia Mengle said bitterly.

"Oh, isn't it just to find some wine, I'm a big deal, I'll put the wine money in his house, it's all people who are out of the house, why not be careful? The old man couldn't help but say, flashed, and was about to leave, Jia Mengle saw this, hurriedly turned sideways to stop him, and grabbed the thin old man with both hands, but unexpectedly, the old man turned his hands outward, Jia Mengle only felt that his hands were about to break, and had to put down his hands, the old man smiled at him wickedly, and ran towards Cui Kaiyu's hut with a smoke.

Jia Mengle saw his ugly back, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "Alas, I see wicked people doing evil things, I can't stop my desires, the affairs of the rivers and lakes are fixed, and the strength in my hands is self-satisfied." He sighed to himself that he was powerless to contain the thief, and kicked very hard at the fire, if he had a good body of kung fu, if he had not suffered internal injuries, how could he tolerate such a jumping clown presumptuous?

"Come on, you see, I said there must be good wine hidden in the house. Just when Jia Mengle was angry, the old man hugged a jar of wine and ran back with a hippie smile, "Come, boy, life must be happy, don't make the golden bottle empty to the moon! ”

Jia Mengle was very annoyed, and looking at his hippie smiling face, he was even more disgusted to the extreme, "A gentleman doesn't drink the water of the stolen spring, and a cultivator doesn't drink the dove that quenches his thirst." Although I am a high-class daughter, I am not a gentleman and a cultivator, but I still know the etiquette and shame. Jia Mengle didn't take the wine jar, didn't look at it, and each gnawed on the hare meat.

"Well, the wine and meat have passed through the intestines, the Buddha sits in the heart, the etiquette and shame are put in the heart, not on the mouth, the wine is drunk in the stomach, what kind of bullshit miracle doctor, put the wine in the house and don't eat it, what kind of system? It's just a tyrannical thing, how can it be worthy of my stomach?" The old man ignored Jia Mengle, and stretched out his hand to get the hare meat, but he never thought that Jia Mengle would pull the hare meat and not let it take it.

What an old man, Ben sat cross-legged on the ground, only to see his body shake, soaring into the air, saying that it was too late, it was slow, and the rabbit meat had already been snatched by him.

"Oh, little brother, why are you so stingy? Isn't it just rabbit meat, what's the matter with eating something?" After the old man got the rabbit meat, he smiled hesitantly and brought the rabbit meat to his mouth, "Good wine with good meat, this is the fastest thing in the world! Come on, come on, brother, don't be angry with me, let's drink happily!" No matter how angry Jia Mengle was, the old man always smiled, or a hippie smile, and drank it himself.

"I've never seen such a brazen person like you!" Jia Mengle said angrily as he threw the stick into the fire.

"Hahaha, how about my shamelessness? I don't know what about shamelessness, is it possible that you bite me? Seeing that you are young, you have no power to restrain the chicken, and you want to die or live, and you can still control others?"

"What? do you really want to bite me?" The old man saw Jia Mengle's angry appearance, and said with a smile, "There is nothing to ignore in this world, there is strength to be reasonable, if you can beat me, everything you say is reasonable, your rules are the holy decree, but you are like this, how can I believe you?"

"Is there no justice in this world? There is no etiquette and shame? There is no truth, goodness and beauty?

"There is no axiom, and truth, goodness, and beauty also exist, but you can't even protect yourself, so what can you talk about justice and justice? You obviously see me stealing other people's wine, but you can't stop it, what is the difference between this and accomplices? The fist can't solve everything, but it is the root of everything, without it, everything is in vain!" The old man's words deeply touched Jia Mengle, yes, even he himself is a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, and it is difficult to protect himself, how can he keep justice and justice? How can he give full play to truth, goodness and beauty? He wanted to curb him and prevent him from stealing Cui Kaiyu's wine, but because he had no strength, he was helpless, watching him steal and watch others behave cheaply, but he couldn't stop it, what a sad thing.

"I don't want to use my strength to defend my ideals, but ......" Jia Mengle was a little depressed when he thought of his body.

"You have suffered serious internal injuries, your muscles and veins are in chaos, you are waiting here for the world to point at Cui Kaiyu!" Seeing his depressed appearance, the old man couldn't help but restrain his smile and become serious.

"How do you know? Could it be that you are Doctor Cui?" Jia Mengle asked in astonishment.

"Don't worry about this, I'm not a miracle doctor, but he can't cure your injuries. The old man took a sip of wine and said in a low voice, "Your injury must be cured by Shaolin's "Yijin Sutra", he can't be healed by bullshit." ”

"It is rumored in the rivers and lakes that "Washing the Pulp Sutra" can make people reborn and cure my injuries, but I still have no effect after practicing. When Jia Mengle heard this, he learned that this old man was by no means an ordinary person, and he was very concerned about his injuries.

"Have you practiced the Sutra of Washing the Pulp?" the old man asked in astonishment.

"That's good!" Jia Mengle recounted how he was injured and how he got the "Washing the Pulp Sutra" from the Jingmenyu document one by one.

"This **** Yu book, what kind of martial arts alliance leader ******, bullying you young people. "The old man is finished, he is very angry, "Where can the "Washing the Pulp Sutra" make people reborn, it is obviously a Zen Sutra, which explores many concepts of practice and the cultivation of the heart, compared with the "Yijin Sutra", the Washing the Pulp Sutra can only be said to be a practice of the mind. Besides, what he **** gave you is not the authentic "Washing the Pulp Sutra", and a lot of the content in it has been deleted by him. ”

Jia Mengle didn't know why this old man hated Yu Wen so much, but after all, he was saying bad things behind others' backs, and he was still scolding, so he always felt a little uncomfortable, and hurriedly stepped forward and sat cross-legged on the ground, "I said this senior, why are you so rude? When he gave it to me at the time, he also said that this "Washing the Marrow Sutra" may not be able to heal my injuries......

"Bullshit!" The old man stood up and threw the eaten rabbit bones into the fire, as if he had eight lifetimes of hatred with this rabbit, "He **** obviously knows that it is useless to practice the "Washing the Marrow Sutra", and he is pretending to be a favor, besides, what he gave you is not the full text, the full text is divided into the beginningless Zhongqi chapter, the four fake chapters, all the saints return to the same chapter, the thing and I are the same, the line of living and sitting and lying, washing the marrow and restoring the chapter, the full text should be like this. ”

The old man was in high spirits, took a sip of wine, and said something in his mouth, "If I hear it, the Buddha will tell Su Bodhi." The work of Yi Jin has been completed, and only then can it be done. This name is a silent night clock, which does not interfere with human affairs. The day is in a hurry, and the food and clothing are busy......"

The old man said much more words than Yu Wen gave him, at least the first sentence is different, it turns out that practicing the "Washing the Pulp Sutra" can only be done after practicing the Yijin Sutra.

"Look at it, is it different from what you practiced?" the old man finished reading it in one breath, "Bullshit Yu paperwork, what kind of martial arts alliance leader should you be!" The old man was very angry, "Young man, listen to me, don't practice any "Washing the Pulp Sutra", don't wait for any "Doctor Cui", leave quickly, your seven muscles and eight veins are already in chaos, and there is less than a year left, whether you can find the "Yi Jin Sutra" depends on your creation." After speaking, he had reached a place of more than ten feet, "Young man, thank you for your rabbit meat, let's say goodbye, there will be a period later." Before the words fell, the man had disappeared without a trace.