When the Miao Wu people came back to take away the crutches, the old man also laughed, hahaha with a tea tank laughing, that expression is simply as much as revenge.

"Lord, your mouth is poisonous."The bodhisattva sat on the side and looked at the old man very helplessly: "At the end, you have to take advantage of the mouth, why?"

“You know shit.”The old man said, “I’m happy!”

"Lord, this time thanks to the fat old man came to save me, if it is not for his righteous efforts, I am afraid I have now become a meat ticket, I will wait for you to take the funeral to change it."I whispered.

"I know."The old man waved his hand, looked at the bodhisattva, and his eyes became somewhat complicated: "fat bald donkey, I really did not think of it, those years of going south and north did not owe you a humane, but now I owe one..."

The bodhisattva laughed and did not speak.

“Do you know what this is called?”Grandpa asked.

God’s word, what?

"Evening is not guaranteed."Grandpa was cold.

For a moment, the bodhisattva was silent, and the expression was called an embarrassment.

"We also have some contradictions, this time the human feelings are in the same way, you don't owe me, I don't owe you."

“The yin!That's so good!"The bodhisattva is busy nods.

Although I don't know what happened to these two old men before, it should not be a small thing to look at the bodhisattva expression.

Before I could ask more questions, the old man stood up and told the bodhisattva that there were many empty rooms in the store, and in a moment let Chen take you two bed quilts, and today he would sleep together, and I would invite you out to dinner tomorrow.

The bodhisattva was not polite, and nodded and said, that disturbs, we will leave tomorrow morning.

"Follow me upstairs and take the mud."

“All right!”

Back in the house, the old man asked me to lie in bed, and he helped me check the injury.

When he checked it from head to toe, his expression was better, and he could even say... it looked a little too much.

The old man muttered incredulously, opened my eyelids, looked at the whiteness: “Not only can I recover the most basic injury... Even the reaction to the body can be alleviated... This effect is too much of her exaggeration...”

Has the degassing effect been eased?

When I heard my grandfather say this, I couldn’t help but be surprised, but when I thought again, I was relieved.

It seems so!

Before the practice fell, with a Shen family's fall, I said less slowly for seven or eight days to slow down, but only the next day... My mental state has been restored 80%!

“How do you feel?”The old man asked me carefully, "To tell the truth, don't give me a good news or worry."

"It's very spiritual, it's not strong, I don't feel any strength."I said truthfully.

“Such a spirit?”The old man frowned, “It’s not going to be a light, is it?”

“You really are my grandfather!”I cried, “Is it fun to curse my grandson?”

The old man just laughed, too lazy to comfort me at all, and took away my eyelids for a while, his mouth muttered, the degassing was relieved by 80%, but your physical state is not very good, I am afraid I have to rest for two or three days.

I nodded and said that this is not urgent, and it is time to take a break for myself.

“Lord, have you left yourself a handwritten burse of scripture?”I lay on the bed, looked at him sideways, and smiled, "I don't feel any pain when you give him a funeral."

Hearing this, the old man suddenly laughed, lit a cigarette, slowly went to the other side of the bookcase to look for a while, and took a small box out.

Without waiting for me to ask more questions, he opened the box and let me see.

The wooden box is filled with a roll of black cloth, looking at some familiar, as if... is this his mother's not the funeral scripture?!

“Lord!You are great enough!”

Seeing my face full of surprise, the old man smiled even more brilliantly, nodded and said: "You are not stupid, if I reminded you earlier, you can certainly think of this..."

“When did you steal it?”I asked, “Was it the moment he walked out the door?”

Hearing this analysis of me, the old man's mouth suddenly turned over the sky, turned over and over again and scolded two words.

Batch.

“I gave him the Sibe (fake) goods!”That's the original!"The old man hated the iron and steel, staring at me, and explained unkindly: "If I hadn't been prepared, I would have been an army today!"

According to the old man, since the day he beat us to bring back the squirrel and the funeral, he has made enough preparations for the Miao Wu people to come to the door to seek revenge at any time.

Playing is one thing, not fighting is another.

In order to avoid some unexpected trouble, he found a few old friends and asked them to make a fake in the style of this funeral.

I have to say that the old man's friends are still reliable, the fakes made are no different from the real goods, if mixed together to see, even he may not be able to distinguish.

“After taking it back, I dug down all the contents of the flesh, which is the only way I can distinguish between true and false...” said the old man, spreading the black cloth and letting me look.

Indeed, this funeral is complete, it should be the real thing that the grandfather said.

“Since it’s all true and false, why don’t we really give it to him?”I sighed, "The old thing's heart is small, if he let him know that the funeral man he took back is false, he still can't turn his face to the door?"

“If he has that eye, I’ll call him Lord!”The old man said very confidently: "My friends will not do anything else, the means of counterfeiting are first-class!"

“Can they trust it?”I tested to ask.

"Don't worry, they're not pedigrees."The old man smiled, seemed to know my concern, shrugged: "These old guys can still believe, it is impossible to see the money to leave a copy ..."

“What’s the point of a contradiction between you and the Buddha?”I couldn’t help but ask, “There are no outsiders here, you tell me?”

To be honest, I am not very curious about the contradiction between them.

In the words of now, it can also be regarded as the heart of gossip that can't burn.

“Say shit.”The old man took a picture of me and scolded me, “Take a shameful thing and tell you, you think I’m stupid?”

“Then you...”

“They ate!”

The old man took a hole from the bag, about a dozen, and handed it to me.

“Don’t leave any fruit?”I took these nuts and honed them with great interest: "Doesn't that say that you can use this to ascend to the sun?"What to do?”

"The old rule is to have surgery."

After listening to this answer, I immediately shook a cold trembling and hurriedly asked: "What is it doing again?"Didn’t you say it was the worst?Do you have to have surgery?”

"Don't worry, I won't use the knife."

The old man said, while taking a small bowl, self-sipping the mud, throwing all the nuts into the bowl.

“The clams on the body is like fuel, it only takes a little Mars, and it can be ignited without effort...” The old man explained in a low voice: “When these clams are almost burned, the ascending body becomes.”

"After surgery for you, you have to rest for a few days, do not operate on you, you are not light, you have to rest for a few days..."

“Isn’t that superimposed?”I laughed and said, “Can’t you slow me down for a few days?”

"I'm in a hurry, I don't like to wait."

The old man peeled the hole and smiled and said, "I'm going to incarnate your fall early, but I'm also a matter of heart."

“How are we going to have surgery?”I asked, “Do I have to use a knife?”

"Didn't I say, absolutely do not move the knife, to ensure that you surgery by the original ecological means!"

The old man said, rushed to the other side of the closet, opened the drawer below, and took out a glass jar.

This glass jar is very large, similar to the glass jar of sparkling wine, just a little narrower, and the liquid in it is similar to black ink, or...blacker than black ink!You can see it all sucking!

“Are you going to let me drink this?”

"No, no, no. It's all waste, we don't need this."

The old man put the glass jar on the ground, opened the lid, and gently patted the jar.

Soon, a black snake with only small fingers and thick fingers climbed out of the tank.

It is black, but the scale on its back has a colorful effect under the light.

“Is this a water snake?”

“Nothing I see!”The old man looked at me and said, “This is called kii!”