Deviant Immortal of Uncanny Dao

Hearing what Li Huowang said, Wu Qing, whose face was still swollen, snorted coldly, moved the stool with the bowl in his hand, and turned his back to the young man who came out of the west wing.

Oh, that would make me look stingy, Senior Brother Li, you must have spent a lot of money persuading him, right?

After he finished speaking, he went straight to the lobby, picked up a beige bun from the bowl, and gnawed on it.

Hey~! You young man, how do you talk!! You have a mother but not a mother, right?

With Li Huowang's backing, Wu Qing's aura is obviously different from when he was tied up last night.

Hearing that the old man dared to slander his mother, the unbearable anger in his heart exploded instantly. With a sound of Clang!, the long sword that cut iron like mud was pulled out, pointing directly at Wu Qing's goatee. Say it again!!

What are you doing! Wu Qing's six sons and eight grandsons rolled up their sleeves as soon as they put the bowl away, and surrounded them aggressively.

Fuck him, I'm afraid of you? Who dares to step forward and try!! I have hundreds of lives in my hand! It's not bad to add some more, if you have the guts, take a step forward!

Looking at the unkind eyes of these people in front of him, he instinctively felt extremely irritable, and his heartbeat accelerated involuntarily.

Put down the sword for me and stand outside the door for me!! A yelling sound broke the anxious atmosphere.

Seeing that Li Huowang's expression on the side became serious, he knew that his senior brother was really angry. He gave the Wu family around him a contemptuous look, put away his sword, turned and walked towards the door.

Senior Brother Li's voice behind him continued to reach his ears. Old man, young people have no hair on their mouths. They all like to brag and say harsh words. In fact, they are all fake. This kid has never killed anyone.

Hmph, I can't see that this little baby is strong on the outside but on the inside? Oh, ah, this young man thinks he's capable. He's just a yellow-haired kid. I eat more salt than he eats.

Hearing this, he turned around angrily. What's wrong with me, I'm not a man at fourteen? This old man knows how to rely on the old to sell the old.

But when he felt Li Huowang's cold gaze on him, he felt a little bit in his heart and ran out of the door.

Early in the morning, there was a thin layer of white mist in the village road, and the air was very refreshing. He stretched his hands straight, then rolled up his patched cuffs, and squatted on the ground Look at the ants.

Hey, monk, why are you squatting?

He stood up, straightened the yellow monk robe on his body, and folded his hands politely towards the white-haired girl in front of him. Amitabha, goodness, goodness, this poor monk is practicing meditation.

Hehe, you monk, it's really interesting, like a child, watching the ants move and still talking about meditation.

Seeing the girl's slightly fluttering white eyelashes, the monk suddenly lost his mind, as if he remembered something.

But when he came back to his senses, he immediately lowered his head and began to read Buddhist scriptures, never daring to look at the girl in front of him who had easily shaken his Buddha heart.

Take a good look at your Zen, goodbye.

Watching the girl enter the Wu family compound, he found that there were many unfamiliar faces in the courtyard that no one had seen before. Has there been any guests in Village Chief Wu's house? Why haven't you heard of it a few days ago?

The monk stood there and looked at these strange-looking strangers. Suddenly he slapped his forehead with his hand.

What's wrong with me? Why am I like those gossiping women in the village, inquiring about other people's family affairs? Monks don't care about everything, so I'd better read my scriptures. The monk quickly turned around and twirled the The Buddha beads walked towards their own temple.

As he was walking, he saw a pool of dung on the ground. Before he could get close, a child with a bamboo basket on his back rushed over, picked up the cow dung and threw it towards the bamboo basket behind him, This is my cow. Shit! It's mine!

When he heard that, he became anxious, What do you mean your cow's shit! I said it was my cow's shit! No way! The cow shit must be given to me!

The child put his hands on his face and made a grimace at him, Shy, shame, an old man at your age is still grabbing cow dung from a child.

His old face blushed immediately, and he raised his crutches to teach this boy who doesn't respect the old and love the young a lesson.

Seeing the other party make a grimace and quickly run away, he suddenly burst out laughing. I'm so old, how can I still be angry with a child.

Leaning on crutches, he slowly came to the small courtyard where he had lived all his life, sat down slowly on the rocking chair, quietly watched the fallen leaves on the trees in the courtyard, and recalled his ordinary life.

At this time, the old neighbor's teasing voice came from the door. Old bone~ You are eighty-four this year. As the old saying goes, seventy-three eighty-four, the king of Hades doesn't tell me to go, when are you going? Hahaha~

Hey!! This old thing knows how to curse me, and see if I don't curse back.

Just when he was about to sit up from the rocking chair, he suddenly had a feeling in his heart that his time had come. He used to hear old people say that there were omens before death, but he didn't expect there to be.

He felt that everything around him was getting smaller and smaller, and he seemed to be rising, his body was light and comfortable. It turns out that this is what it feels like to die?

But the next moment, the surroundings suddenly changed and began to distort, even his wrinkled face quickly distorted.

Sometimes he turned into a teenager, sometimes he turned into a monk with ring marks on his head, and he tried to transform into an old woman.

But after changing quickly several times, his face finally re-freezes into a boy.

Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar white wall in front of him, he was stunned for a moment, and three ultimate questions popped up in his mind.

Who am I? Where is this? What am I going to do?

It just so happened that two people in hospital gowns walked by the window, chatting while walking.

I'm different from you. I'm a neuropathy, not a psychopath. Neuropathy refers to a lesion in the central or peripheral nervous tissue. Neuropathy is stigmatized by mental illness! Look, look, people like Xiao Li Really mentally ill, talking nonsense and self-mutilation every day.

Just say a few words less, this kid is also a poor man, and he suffered from such a serious illness at a young age.

Could this kid Li Huowang still jump up and scold me? Hey, that would be great, I'd rather be scolded.

Li Huowang? At this moment, Li Huowang remembered everything. After quickly reviewing what happened just now in his mind, he immediately understood everything.

The confused look on Li Huowang's face was quickly replaced by ferocity, and he roared angrily.

I'm not a monk or an old man at all! I'm Li Huowang! The eighteenth day of the twelfth lunar month stole my name!!