Deviant Immortal of Uncanny Dao

Hearing Li Huowang's words, 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 seems like I'm being stingy, Senior Brother Li, I'm afraid it cost a lot of money to convince him?"

After he finished speaking, he went straight to the lobby, picked up a beige wowtou from the bowl and nibbled it.

"Hey~! How did you talk about this offspring!! Are you born with a mother and not raised by a mother?"

With the support of Li Huowang, Wu Qing was obviously different from when he was **** last night.

Hearing that the old man actually dared to slander his mother, the fire in his heart burst out instantly. With a sound of "Qiang!", the long sword that cut iron like mud was pulled out and pointed directly at Wu Qing's goatee. "There is a kind of you to 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 bowls down, and surrounded them aggressively.

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

Looking at the unkind eyes of these people in front of him, he instinctively felt extremely irritable, and his heartbeat couldn't help speeding up.

"Put down the sword for me and stand outside the door for me!!" A screeching voice broke the anxious atmosphere.

Seeing that Li Huowang's expression became serious, he knew that his senior brother was really angry, he glared at the Wu family around him with contempt, put away his sword, turned around and walked towards the door.

The voice of Senior Brother Li behind him continued to reach his ears. "Dad, young people don't have hair on their mouths. They like to brag and talk hard. In fact, they are all fake. This kid has never killed a single person."

"Hmph, I can't see that this little boy is strong on the outside, but he is hard at work? Oh, this little youngster, I thought I was so capable, just a yellow-haired boy, the old man, I eat more salt than he eats."

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

But when he felt Li Huowang's cold gaze on him, his heart skipped a beat, and he hurried out the door.

In the early morning, a thin layer of white fog appeared between the village roads, and the air was very refreshing. He stretched his arms and stretched his waist hard, 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 his yellow monk robe, and folded his hands politely towards the white-haired girl in front of him. "Amitabha, good is good, poor monk is contemplating meditation."

"Hehe, you monk, it's really interesting, like a child, watching the ants move, you're talking about Zen."

Looking at the girl's slightly trembling 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 started to recite the Buddhist scriptures. He no longer dared to look at the girl in front of him who had easily shaken his Buddhist heart.

"You take a good look at your Zen, goodbye."

Watching the girl enter the Wu family compound, he found that there were many faces in the courtyard that no one had ever seen. "Is there a guest in the village chief Wu's house? Why haven't I heard of it a few days ago?"

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

"What's wrong with me? Why are you asking about other people's family affairs like those long-tongued women at the head of the village? The monks don't like everything, so I'll go read my scriptures." The monk quickly turned around and turned the The beads walked towards his 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 pulling it. shit! It's mine!"

He was immediately anxious when he heard it, "What do you call your cow's shit! I also said that my cow pulled it! No way! This cow **** must be given to me!"

The child put his hands on his face and made a face at him, "Shy shy shy ~ you are such an old man, and you are fighting for cow **** with a child."

His old face suddenly turned red, and he raised his cane to teach this boy who disrespects the old and loves the young a lesson.

Seeing the other party running away quickly with a grimace, he suddenly burst into laughter. "I'm so old, how can I still be angry with a child."

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

At this time, the old neighbor's mocking voice came from the door. "Old bone~ You are eighty-four this year, the old saying is good, seventy-three-eighty-four, the King of Hell doesn't tell me to go, when are you going? Hahaha~"

"Hey!! This old thing knows 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 them to come.

He felt that everything around him was getting smaller and smaller, and he seemed to be rising, his body was light and comfortable. "So...that's what it feels like to die?"

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

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

But after a few quick changes, his face finally re-fixed and became a teenager.

Looking at the familiar and unfamiliar white wall in front of him, he was stunned for a while, and three ultimate questions popped up in his mind~www.wuxiamtl.com~Who am I? where is this? What am I going to do? "

Coincidentally, there were two people in hospital clothes walking by the side window, chatting while walking.

"I'm different from you. I'm a neuropathy, not a mental illness. Neuropathy refers to lesions in the central or peripheral nerve tissue. Neuropathy is simply stigmatized by mental illness! Well, look, people like Xiao Li are the ones Really mentally ill, talking nonsense and self-harming every day."

"Just say a few words less, this kid is also a pitiful person, and he is suffering from this serious illness at a young age."

"Could this kid Li Huowang jump up and scold me? Hey, it's really good to be like that. I'd rather be scolded twice."

"Li Huowang?" At this moment, Li Huowang remembered everything. After a quick scan of what had just happened in his mind, he immediately understood everything.

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

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