"Ah?" Xi Yingzhen was immediately wrongly stood on the spot.

"What are you? Take your pulse and see how long can we live?" The old man cursed again, turned around and said softly, "We are tired!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Park Bucheng waved his hand immediately. Two strong young eunuchs trotted over and knelt down directly with the old man on his back.

The old man sat steadily on the backs of the two eunuchs with his cane and stretched out his hand.

"Master Dao took his pulse, is it necessary to explain his life?" Xi Yingzhen swallowed and felt sweat on his forehead.

As if he could see through his heart, the old man smiled disdainfully, "If you want to kill you, you won't kill you! Whoever wants to die in the third quarter of the year will dare to survive the fifth quarter of the year!" As he said, he smiled disdainfully, "Take your pulse quickly. If you see that you are useful, we can let you live for more years!"

After saying this, Xi Yingzhen made her feel cheerful and her applause and sweat.

Her thin hands put on the old man's pulse and lowered her eyes solemnly.

The wind blows gently, and time seems to be still.

Xi Yingzhen slowly pulled his already sparse beard with his other hand.

The old man's pulse was very messy, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, but weak. He was strong on the outside and dry on the inside. He was very close to the old man. There seemed to be a bit of metal friction in his breathing, and his pupils were turbid and covered with gray.

"His life is really not long!" Xi Yingzhen said in his heart, "If he can survive for a few years if he is just sick, his body will be hard to save!"

"Have you been there for a few days?" the old man suddenly asked in a calm voice.

Xi Yingzhen let go of her hands and didn't say anything.

But after thinking for a long time, he slowly spoke, "You have never been sick in your life, and you will not come up with any disease like others when you are old. In fact, some people get sick all their lives, but if they are sick too much, they will be fine. If you are weak, you will be able to fall for years. But you..."

"We understand!" The old man interrupted him, "We have never been sick like this. I can't say that God suddenly died, right?" As he said, he suddenly laughed, "The old saying among the people says that the harder the body, the faster the death!"

Xi Ying really couldn't answer this.

"It's better to die quickly. You won't suffer, and your children and grandchildren will not suffer!" The old man said lightly, then his eyes suddenly became sharp, and he asked Xi Yingzhen, "You said, can you live to the autumn harvest next year?"

"In fact, if the conditioning is done properly, a few autumn harvests can be......"

"Okay!" The old man suddenly laughed, "From the future, you will follow us and take care of us!" As he said that, he glared at the other party, "You'd better take care of us well, otherwise one day we will die suddenly, and you, old bamao, have to follow us all your life!"

Xi Ying really wanted to give himself a mouth on the spot, "Why do you owe you so much!"

At this time, the old man sighed quietly, "If you really can let us live a few more years and watch the autumn harvest a few more times. Let's reward your lineage, is it his mother's Longhu Mountain or something? Give it to your Taoist sect's sacrifice field!"

"I will sacrifice to you to heaven and allocate money to you to practice Taoism! Let you all the old Taoists ride on the heads of those bald donkeys!"

In addition to fear, Xi Yingzhen was ecstatic again.

Although Taoism has a long history, it has always been a stern monks throughout history.

First, monks can speak well and speak wisely, and they often use past and present to talk about things, which makes people believe. Second, in fact, rulers have used Buddhism to control the people, but deliberately alienated them to prevent Taoism.

Monks are pigs, and they can be killed after they are fattened. Throughout history, things have happened again and again. As the saying goes, monks cannot escape from temples. But Taoism is different. To destroy Taoism? Even if it is a lot of trouble.

Moreover, Taoism has many precedents of inciting the people to rebel.

Take the White Lotus Sect of the Dayuan period in the previous dynasty for example. In fact, the root is still Taoism, but it is just wearing the Buddha's skin.

Now the old man spoke, giving Taoism a sacrificial field to make Taoism truly superior to monks. Thinking of this, Xi Yingzhen trembled all over.

But immediately he became frightened again. The man in front of him said what to give is giving, but as he said himself. When he gave, he had already begun to think about how to get it back in the future.

"What's the use of things outside?" Xi Yingzhen thought for a long time and said, "Even if you give me a mountain of gold, I can't see it!" But suddenly, he thought of something in his mind, "Why is Zhu Chongba so obsessed with autumn harvest? What does it mean to see how many years of autumn harvest are?

"Transparent!" The old man laughed, stood up with his cane, and looked towards Potian Nunu's chin, "Go, go to work!"

"Ah?" Xi Yingzhen was stunned, "I am not following you..."

"I have to work with you too!" The old man glared, "We don't have any food here!"

Xi Yingzhen was helpless and walked into the slope field with a tough bullet. Her clumsy look made the old man laugh.

"You monks, who have a family, you don't have diligent limbs and grains, you know that you rely on believers to make a living, which is worse than his mother, beggars. The beggars even say thank you for your great kindness. You are better. You can cheat food, drink and drink all your life, and you can still feel at ease!"

"You said that all the things were done by bald donkeys!" Xi Yingzhen exclaimed.

As he said that, he walked to Lan Yu silently, and happened to be spilling along the ridge of the field with a gourd and manure.

The green liquid smelled like a foul smell, making Xi Yingzhen’s chest and abdomen turbulent.

"vomit!"

Caught off guard, he vomited out all the overnight meal, just in time for Lan Yu to kick him.

Lan Yu's body froze, "Damn it, I'm new shoes!"

"vomit!"

"Boom!" Lan Yu pushed Xi Yingzhen away. He was cautious when he was working, fearing that he would be touched by the feces. At this time, he suddenly used force to unstable feet. With a clang, he brought down the wooden barrel and spread the manure all over the floor.

"Lan Xiaoer, you are really a living dog. You are also a child from a poor family and you won't even do your work?" the old man cursed on the side.

"I... I forgot about it for a long time!" Lan Yu waved the gourd and said aggrievedly, "I followed my brother-in-law out to rob him at the age of twelve, and later I followed you to kill the Tartars..."

He waved the gourd ladle in his hand, and the liquid stained on it splashed.

"Hey hey hey!" He fell on Xi Yingzhen's shoulders without any bias, and the latter jumped around the ground like lightning, "Lan Yu, Dao, my god, you uncle!"

"Hahaha!" Seeing this scene, the old man laughed happily.

Then, leaning on the cane, he slowly sat on the backs of the two eunuchs behind him again.

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Xi Yingzhen and Lan Yu worked in the field and came down from the field with a lot of dregs. They looked at each other with disgust and sat in the pavilion under the slope.

The old man came over with a crutch and sat down in the pavilion, waved his hand and said, "Let's have dinner!"

Steam the steamed buns at lunch, stew the cabbage and fry them, stir-fry them with shredded radish, a large carp weighing two pounds, and a pot of squirt soup.

"Eat!" The old man broke a steamed bun and handed it to Lan Yu casually.

"minister....."

"Eat it. We didn't always come here when we were in wars!" The old man whispered, "It's just a steamed bun for you, don't thank you in a false way!"

Upon hearing this, Lan Yu lowered her head.

Then he sighed, and just put the steamed bun at his mouth, looked at Xi Yingzhen, and grabbed a steamed bun and threw it over.

"That..." Xi Yingzhen thought, "Is there any wine?"

"Who farmer drinks at noon and works in the afternoon?" the old man said angrily.

Xi Yingzhen lowered her head, took a bite of the steamed bun in anger, and suddenly shouted, "Lan Yu, have you washed your hands and grabbed the steamed bun for Master Dao?"

Lan Yubai glanced at him, "I just killed someone before, and I still had human blood on my hands. I just grabbed steamed buns and ate them. Why are you so stinky and particular about it!"

"No... You just finished the feces!" Xi Yingzhen shouted, and then she was about to spit out the steamed buns in her mouth.

"Spawn food?" the old man said angrily.

In an instant, Xi Yingzhen swallowed it back again. No matter how much she ate it, she felt that the steamed bun was a bit salty.
Chapter completed!