As the saying goes, heroes are sad to pass the beauty, let alone the poor and blind old man Mo Laosan. If Uncle Li is coercive and tempted, Mo Laosan can withstand a while. As soon as this indescribable temptation came up, the old man became anxious on the spot and slapped the table: "Trade!"

It was a while since then, Mo Laosan grabbed his clothes with both hands and tore open the top with a whistle (the top was worn out, and I don’t know if there were buttons, so it was light to tear it off).

众人定睛一看,不禁哑然失笑,莫老三瘦骨嶙峋,泥垢遍布的胸膛上,刻着一个若隐若现的神色可怖的青色狼头,配上本尊那大义凛然的神情和尖嘴猴腮的脏脸,颇具喜剧效果.

Scarface sneered: "Why don't you tattoo a crayon Shin-chan? Who are you scaring the whole dog head?"

Mo Laosan said solemnly: "I don't blame you for being ignorant young people. This is not a dog's head, this is called Canglang! It is the totem of the Mongolians!"

When Mo Laosan became serious, everyone was stunned by his aura.

Mo Laosan tucked his clothes and took a sip of wine and said, "At that time, there were 73 Iron Cavalry Army who surrendered to the Mongolian Khan. They were assigned to various camps and started from ordinary soldiers. At that time, the Mongols fought everywhere, and it was inevitable that someone would die in the chaos. Moreover, the army had the habit of killing people and cutting their heads. Maybe no one would know who would be gone one day. In order to avoid the chaos in the future and the dispersed hands and feet, everyone made an appointment to tattoo the same Canglang head on their chests. Even if they died in battle, they could recognize each other when collecting the corpse. This Canglang was the totem of the Mongols. In their opinion, this was a sign of loyalty and a naturalization heart, and they didn't care."

At this time, Mo Laosan curled up in the chair, his tone disappeared from the frivolity and excitement he had just now, and became more and more quiet: "I didn't expect that this would take more than ten years. Some of the Iron Cavalry Army died in battle, some died of illness, some were promoted, and some married and had children. In order to ensure that the bloodline of the Iron Cavalry Army could meet each other, just after each descendant was born, they had a tattoo of the head of the wolf on their bodies. The ancestors were said to have become family rules, and their descendants had been passed down for hundreds of years, and it had been passed down to me for dozens of generations."

Zi Yang looked at Mo Laosan's lonely expression and felt a little pitiful to this vulgar old man.

Uncle Li's eyes were also in a flash when he saw Canglang's head. After hearing what Mo Lao San said, he said slowly, "Although my brother is very reasonable, many people have this wolf head. It's convenient to tattoo it now, so it doesn't mean anything..."

Zi Yang sighed inwardly, it was really not easy for Mo Lao San to have a meal with Uncle Li.

When Mo Laosan heard this, he raised his clothes again and gestured with his fingers on his chest, "I'm going to tell you my heart, you actually said it's fake? Look at this quality and stitches. Only when you are tattooed when you are just born, will you have this effect. Nowadays, who has nothing to do with your child..."

Uncle Li pondered and drank with a cup of tea, looking like he was going to pay the debt. Mo Laosan lowered his voice and leaned on the table and said mysteriously: "You don't know that the reason why this Iron Cavalry wants to maintain blood is because these descendants are holding a huge secret together..."

Speaking of this, Mo Laosan deliberately swallowed his breath and waited for Uncle Li's next wave of temptation.

Uncle Li sucked her teeth and didn't care.

Mo Laosan covered his shirt and said silently, "Forget it, it's a sin. I'm a result of heaven. I'm so destined to such a situation and can't care about so much. If you want to see it as the truth, then I will give you the most direct evidence. The temple where the Iron Cavalry soldiers are burying... "

At a critical moment, a severe cough suddenly came from the door, which scared Mo Laosan to death and almost rolled from the stool to the table.

Everyone looked back and saw a short old man with long beard standing at the door. He looked like he was in his seventies or eighties. His sparse hair was neatly combed behind his head. A pair of half-gray and half-white goat beards drooped under his jaw, his forehead was wide and round, and his feet were stepped on a pair of thousand-layer bottoms, his hands were on his back, his waist was straight, and he stood there calmly. Behind him was a thin boy with dark hair, carrying a large basket full of vegetables, fruits and melons.

Although Mo Laosan saw nothing, he scared his black face to the point of being gray when he heard the old man's cough. He said in his mouth that the secret of heaven should not be revealed, and the secret of heaven should not be revealed, and his legs were shaking like a sieve chaff.

When everyone turned around, they found that the old and young had long disappeared.

At this time, Uncle Li asked Mo Laosan what he asked again. He would not say anything if Mo Laosan was beaten to death. He was afraid that he would not dare to touch him. He held the wall and left the hotel tremblingly. Uncle Li and the other person on the table gave a look. A young man with a sharp mouth and a monkey cheek immediately stood up and walked out with Mo Laosan's back.

Uncle Li poured a glass of wine on his own and said to Zi Yang, "This blind man is so interesting!"

Zi Yang said without changing his face: "Yes, yes, northern Shaanxi really has cultural heritage. Any storyteller can make up such an interesting story."

The two of them had nothing to say, and the scene was quite awkward.

Suddenly, Lao Wang next door smiled and knocked on the table twice with his fingers, staring at the ceiling with his eyes straight.

Uncle Li laughed dryly and signaled the waiter to check out the bill. The waiter asked, should we check out the bill together or... Uncle Li looked at the table and scratched his head with his finger wearing a big ring and said, "That blind man's wine and food are on our heads, the two guys..."

Zi Yang hurriedly said, "We will bear it ourselves, we will bear it ourselves." (This Uncle Li's advantage is indeed difficult to take advantage of)

The waiter was about to turn around to get the bill. Scarface stroked his arm and said, "Is there any temple nearby?"

The waiter was quite unhappy, but after seeing the fierce look of the scarred face, hesitated and said, "Museum, what temple? Do you really believe that blind man's words are open?"

Scar showed a disappointed expression on his face. Uncle Li signaled Scar not to be reckless, and then said to the waiter with a kind look: "Don't mind, brother, I am just a little anxious. When we encounter something on the way, we may have been bad at something. We want to find a temple to worship gods and Bodhisattvas to get rid of bad luck and luck."

The waiter said, "Are you there any temple or something? But there is a place on the mountain more than ten miles away from here. There is a statue of a general in it. I don't know which dynasty or which generation I have visited, nor which gods I have worshipped. Some years ago, some people were sick and disasters, and some people were asking for children and asking for Buddha. There are also people who went there, but nothing was easy to use. The road was far away and the mountain was difficult to walk. Later, fewer people went there."

When Uncle Li heard that there was a way, he patted the stool beside him and signaled: "You guy might as well sit down and talk in detail, and check out later... there is no need to find change."

The waiter in the shop is also talking nonsense, and he was even more rude when he heard it was beneficial. He sat down and said, "You don't really believe this Mo Laosan's nonsense, right? This Mo Laosan is lying to you. Except for the next few paragraphs, which are fresh, I don't know how many times he has said. We are tired of listening to it, and only you, the living people, believe in this."

It seems that the waiter in this shop is quite clever and has listened to what Mo Laosan said just now.

Uncle Li continued to ask, "Where is this Mo Lao San coming from?"

The waiter said with disdain, "What's his origin? He is a scammer who travels all over the streets. When he wasn't blind in the early years, he seemed to have sold rat poison. Later, he started begging for food when he was blind. A few years ago, he couldn't make any progress in the town, so he ran to the temple to eat and drink. The old man in the temple saw that he was pitiful and took him in. However, although the three old men were blind, their hearts were alive and stealing became a habit. Not only did they not have clean hands and feet, they also teased the woman who came into the temple to burn incense. They were kicked out by the father-in-law, and rolled from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, almost losing half of their lives."

Uncle Li asked: "Brother-in-law? What father-in-law?"

The shopkeeper whispered to the door, as if the man was at the door, saying, "Here, the old man in black clothes just now, is said to be in his eighties, and he lives by relying on the incense money in the temple. After half a month, he went to the town to buy rice and vegetables. The teenage black boy was his grandson. The two of them were lonely and dependent on each other for their lives, which was also very pitiful."

"Where is that temple? How do you walk from here?" asked Scarface next to him.

Zi Yang can tell that this scar face is a relatively straightforward person. He will not chat step by step like Uncle Li. Basically, every sentence is just asking the key points.

The waiter asked, "Why, are you going?"

Uncle Li hurriedly said, "We who go out to do business are very particular about doing good things. Those who meet mountains and temples must go in and pray for peace."

The waiter said, and was about to show his way, Uncle Li coughed and interrupted him, and his eyes accidentally flirted with Zi Yang and Lao Wang. Although it was unintentional, it was also very obvious. It meant that he told the two idle people next to him that I bought these news. You have been listening to Mo Lao San for a long time in vain. You have to be more sensible in life.

Zi Yang quickly told Lao Wang, "Let's go, eat and drink well, let's go to the market to take a look."

Lao Wang was yawning lazily, saying that he wanted to go back to sleep, but his butt was stuck to the stool and couldn't pull it off. Zi Yang pulled him out without saying anything. When he walked to the door, Lao Wang was still cursing and whispering, "Why are you so anxious to leave? I'm disgusting that old guy."
Chapter completed!