bantayden Chapter 171
Chapter 171
The setting sun sprinkles on Han Xiangbone.
The teenager sweated like rain.
The Taoist priest sat up and said puzzled: “Young Wang Lang, did you say that you were full of food, a pile of broken bones, what are you burying it for?”
“Do you know what makes people die like lights out?”
“There is no point in you doing this.”
The young man put down the shovel, untied the yellow gourd around his waist and poured a few mouthfuls of water.
Then he sat down next to the burial pit, broke off a stick of grass and bit it in his mouth.
“Meaning? What is the meaning?
The young man looked at the fiery red sunset on the horizon and said, “Yu Dao said that drinking alcohol is meaningful, and drinking water is meaningless.
“For the people of the dawn, it is meaningful for the king to strive for good rule, and it is meaningless to abandon the imperial government.”
“For the gatekeeper, it makes sense to train as many qualified officials as possible, and it is meaningless to be loyal to the country and work for the welfare of the people.”
“For the Shi people, it makes sense to annex more land, it is meaningless to be benevolent, and it is pointless to save the poor.”
“For the father’s mother, it is meaningful for a child to read the four books and five sutras, and it is meaningful for a child to go up the mountain to take out birds and go down to the river to fish for fish.”
“Dao Chief, even if Zhumen Qianjin wears silk and eats delicious food, he will feel that life is boring.”
“A child in a closed village can squat under a tree and watch the ants move all day.”
“It is very meaningful to me that nearly half a million lives can be put to rest after death.”
The Taoist priest was stunned, “Your little mouth is quite capable of chattering.” ”
It’s also a piece of Yin virtue, so let Master Dao help you.”
Han Xiangbone was puzzled, “What does the Dao Chief mean?” The
Taoist priest got up and patted his butt, “More than 500,000 bones, you have to dig this burial pit until the year of the monkey.”
“Look carefully, Master Dao will let you see what makes heaven and earth work together~”
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two quarters of an hour later.
Dragon City South City Wall.
At the head of the city, the Taoist priest held a peach wood sword in one hand, and the autumn breeze blew up the flowing Taoist robe, quite a bit of a worldly master’s divine posture and jade bones.
“With the woman swimming in the Nine Rivers, the wind rises and waves.
Ride the water wheel, and the heart is flying.
In
the midst of the chant, the Taoist priest danced like a ghost.
After a long time, with a bang, the peach wood sword reached the south of the plain, and shouted deeply: “Up!” In
the midst of the rumble, a magnificent earthen wall that did not know the length of it soared upwards, crossing the vast earth.
Han Xiang’s eyes were like copper bells, and he couldn’t help but gasp.
This Taoist priest with the temperament of a grandmaster-level old god stick really harbored such an unfathomable technique.
With another bang, the tip of the peach wood sword pointed to the north of the plain.
“Up!”
With a roar, a second earthen wall rises.
The two earthen walls look at each other from a distance, extending straight to the magnificent mountains and rivers in the plains, towering into the extremely high and high depths of the blue underworld.
“Fall!”
The Taoist priest spat out a word, and the two earthen walls that covered the sky slowly leaned towards each other.
Then there was a bang.
Endless soil falls like the sea.
For the first time, Han Xianggu saw with his own eyes how a majestic mountain was formed.
The bones of more than 400,000 people, together with tens of thousands of corpses that decayed in the camp of the three armies of Dragon City, were all buried deep under the mountains.
“Young Wang Lang, how?”
The Taoist priest squinted at the stunned young man, with a light and breezy look on his face.
Han Xiangbone couldn’t help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, “Dao Elder Technique, Shocking Immortal Weeping!” –
Fourteenth year of Voling, August twenty-eight.
Willow head on the moon.
The Taoist priest stood at the head of the city, looking condescendingly at the young man.
Under the moonlight, the young man carried a sack and walked through the lonely long streets of Dragon City.
Between the words in his mouth, he grabbed a handful of paper money and threw it into the air.
Looking at the boy walking in the snow.
The Taoist priest whispered, “What a kind-hearted young man.
“It’s a pity that what is carried on the shoulder is not the grass that grows and the warbler flies, and the breeze and the moon shine.”
“Young Lang, Young Lang, the family country is so easy to pick.”
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Fourteenth year of Voling, August 29.
Early in the morning, Han Xianggu got up early and went into the mountains to hunt.
It wasn’t until the sun was thin that he returned to Dragon City with a wild boar of 200 pounds.
Under the setting sun, the Taoist priest sitting on the stone steps at the door of the Yuelai Inn, looking at the young man who was servant of the dust, couldn’t help but be curious: “There are so many hares and pheasants in the nearby mountains and forests, why do you have to run so far to hunt wild boars?”
The young man walked into the inn, unloaded the skinned mountain pig onto the table, grabbed the teapot and gurgled a few large sips of clear tea
, before replying: “Grandpa once warned me that no matter when and where, I must not build or kill less.
“Always maintain the highest degree of respect and the lowest degree of fear of life.”
“A wild boar, me and sister Zhang Xiu, as well as the Dao Chief and the little white donkey, can eat for several days.”
“And hares and pheasants, you have to eat three or four in one meal.”
The Taoist priest pouted, “Young Wang Lang, this face of the poor road is obviously full of densely written ‘handsome’, how can you be regarded as a ‘liar’?” The
young man narrowed his slender eyes slightly, “Didn’t the Dao Chief recognize Sister Zhang Xiu?” ”
Zhang Yixiu is a fart, obviously called Cangxue okay.
The Taoist priest replied, “Go and prepare a full table of pigs, my donkey and I are hungry~”
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Fuling 14th year, August 30.
Early in the morning, Han Xiangji pushed open the door of the main house of the small courtyard with a bowl of fragrant mountain pork rib soup.
The brows couldn’t help frowning slightly.
But I saw the Taoist priest grabbing the girl’s slender palm and pinching it, and from time to time he opened his eyelids to take a few looks.
“Dao Chief, what are you doing?”
The Taoist priest put the girl’s palm into the quilt and sighed: “Danger, danger!”
“The demonic nature is too powerful, and it has crushed the human nature and the divine nature to the point of almost extinction.”
“A demon head is about to descend, and there will be a bloody storm in the world.”
The young man’s palm couldn’t help but tremble, shaking the fresh soup in the white porcelain bowl out of the circle and ripples.
“Dao Chief, there is a way to save Zhang Xiu… Sister Cangxue?
The Taoist priest lifted Erlang’s leg, “Yes~
” “But why should I save her?” Just because she’s good-looking?
“I cast a spell to bury more than 500,000 bones, but I can accumulate Yin virtue.”
“What do I get by saving her life? Two thank you or two ringheads? Almost
without thinking, the young man took out a purse directly from his sleeve and threw it to the Taoist priest.
The Taoist priest opened his purse and looked at it.
“Hiss~”
A lot of gold leaves.
“Save someone’s life, win the seventh-level Buddha, Amitabha Buddha.”
“Dao Chief, what do you believe?”
“Young Lang, I believe in myself, Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable.”
The Taoist priest got up, pondered for a short while, and said, “Young Lang, you go to the mountains to look for centipedes, poisonous snakes, scorpions, geckos, and toads.
“The poor road will grind the five poisons into powder and cast the magic of sealing.”
Junior: “Good.
Through the window, watching the young man’s back go away, the corners of the Taoist priest’s mouth slowly grinned to the root of his ear.
“So many gold leaves, if you really don’t open for three years, you can open and eat for thirty years.”
He glanced back at the girl in red on the wooden bed.
The Taoist priest muttered: “Female doll, you will die, but not today.” Walking
out of the courtyard lightly, the Taoist priest came to a corner of the backyard.
Stretched out his foot and kicked the sleeping little white donkey, “Beast, the hemp rolls up, and the wind is tight.”
“Donkey
, get up, the master will take you to find the beautiful donkey.”