On the Bund, monks talk about Taoism in the setting sun. Fastest updates

In the shantytown not far from here, but the smoke has risen curling from the cooking, and mortals are no better than monks, and the main purpose of their three meals a day is their running and toiling.

A fat woman was sitting on the threshold of a house on the outskirts of the shantytown, leaning sideways and chattering with a young daughter-in-law in her early twenties inside the door: "I said Duan Kuan's family, you have just passed the door, you have to set the rules for him." We women have been serving the old and the young all our lives, washing and cooking, and we are busy all day long. They're busy all their lives, but they're all fucking busy with the things below. If you indulge him at the beginning, there will be a time for you to cry later. She glanced at her little daughter-in-law, and suddenly lowered her voice and said, "Your old Duan, did you touch you?"

The little daughter-in-law was sewing mended the man's clothes in her hands, and her face was red by the words of the fat woman, and her hands were deserted, and she was almost pierced by the tip of a needle, she glanced outside the door and whispered: "Sister-in-law Qingliang, why do you say anything?

"You are still a mortal who has not opened your pulse, but you have to hold back, and you can't let him touch you no matter how much you think about it, otherwise you will be sucked dry of your essence and blood by him, and you will be a short-lived ghost. The fat woman seemed to be bitter, and when she saw that the little daughter-in-law lowered her head and ignored her, she changed the subject and said, "What I said is reasonable, and it's all for your good." What time is it now? Duan Kuan of your house still doesn't see anyone! If I say that this rule must be set for him, and when it is time to eat later, I will have to give the old lady to go home. ”

The little daughter-in-law shook her head and said, "You don't know, my old Duan works as an errand in the dining room of Nuanyun Pavilion, and this time of day is the time to cook for the ancestor, where can he come back?"

"You are like us as an ancestor, you have to fry and fry every meal to eat?" the fat woman glanced at her little daughter-in-law and said, "The ancestor is a cultivator, and he has already reached the realm of land immortals." Her old man has long stopped eating fireworks in the world, and your Duan Kuan is actually just a decoration in Nuanyun Pavilion, and he is very idle every day. ”

Although the little daughter-in-law has a kind temperament, she doesn't want to hear others speak ill of her man, so she said in a slightly cold tone: "If Qingliang's sister-in-law has nothing else to do, I will go into the house to prepare a meal." ”

The fat woman was busy with a smile on her face: "Look at my memory, I only care about talking, I have forgotten all about business, I came to ask, your house is engraved with ready-made red-eyed lard, can you lend me some? ”

The little daughter-in-law hesitated, but she got up and went to the back room, and after a while, she brought a small bowl of red-eyed lard, handed it to the fat woman, and said, "Sister-in-law Qingliang wants to use it, just take it, don't say borrow words, it seems to be raw." It's just that I don't have much left in my house, and I'll give you all of this. ”

The fat woman even took the oil bowl with gratitude, but when she said goodbye and went home, she didn't go far, her face became ugly, her triangular eyes rolled and she snorted coldly and said to herself: "A mortal girl who has not opened her pulse is also a dog-eyed person. ”

was muttering, a black fat boy suddenly popped out of the oblique thorn, pounced on his face full of snot and tears, and cried: "Mother, you hurry up and take a look, my brother has an accident!"

The fat woman was also a monk who had opened her pulse, and finally she was not thrown into the ditch by her little son, she took two steps back to stabilize her figure, kicked the black fat boy to the ground and shouted: "You little puppy, you almost hit the old lady to death! Do you know how much face the old lady gave up to ask for this little lard in her hand? If it weren't for you, how good it would be for the old lady to enjoy some leisure at home every day?"

The fat woman scolded for a while, and then lowered her face and said, "Say, what trouble did you two get into again?"

The black fat boy is the second son of the fat woman's family, nicknamed Gouzi, he got up from the ground and said: "My brother was beaten by Zhao Xiaoliu at the entrance of the village, and his legs were kicked and broken. "Although it has not yet officially become a village, people have become accustomed to calling the entrance to the shantytown near the Bund as the entrance of the village.

"What? Zhao Xiaoliu, who was killed by God, heard that he had just been promoted to the third level a few days ago, and the pulse of our Huzi was only opened this year, so would you bring it to him to practice?" The fat woman glared at her, handed the lard bowl to the dog, and told him to go back and call his father Gao Qingliang to come out, and then spread the girl and ran towards the entrance of the village.

At this time, the entrance of the village was already full of people, most of whom were mortals, and there were also many monks mixed in. The shantytown belongs to the area where all the cultivators live together, and most of the monks who live here are at the level of one or two levels of qi refining, if they are placed in the small town where ordinary people live, they can also be counted as people, and among the seven major sects such as the Valley of Ten Thousand Beasts, all of them are small shrimps with no sense of existence, and everyone does the errand of serving people, and no one cares about the status of the mortal cultivator after a long time.

When the fat woman heard Huzi screaming in the crowd, she was in a hurry, ran to the outside of the crowd, and also raised her throat and howled: "Zhao Xiaoliu, you are shameless, you bully our Gao family because of your advanced cultivation?"

Everyone listened to her shouting, pushing each other to make way of a gap, the fat woman squeezed into the pile, and her eldest son Huzi was really sitting on the ground with a disgraced face, covering her legs with one hand and supporting the ground with the other, shouting Niang, and the crying was louder.

"Your mother is not dead yet, I don't need you to cry and mourn!" The fat woman roared with a pale face, but her eyes turned to Zhao Xiaoliu's body but she was slightly stunned, and said secretly: How can this bastard dress up as a soldier, it's really strange.

Generally speaking, barbarian monks, who have a bit of wealth and self-identity, mostly wear Taoist robes, or scribe's robes, both of which have loose sleeves and look good when they walk.

Monks who are casual cultivators or often go out in the wilderness to hunt monsters mostly wear short hunter suits made of animal skins, and generally their arms and calves are tied tightly with rope locks or cloth bags, and in addition, their waists are also very fat and loose.

Those monks who had joined the military were dressed very differently from ordinary monks. However, when the dog girl took a closer look, she felt that Zhao Xiaoliu's outfit was quite different from the soldier's clothes.

The most prominent point is that the soldiers add more armor to their bodies, and even the light chain mail is mostly made of steel or bronze embedded with defensive runes with high strength and toughness.

The so-called armor on Zhao Xiaoliu's body is actually made of animal tendons, which looks like a decorative pattern embroidered on clothes. It is said that the defensive ability of the beast tendon cannot be compared with the stainless steel armor in any case, but for some reason, this kind of beast tendon armor that has never been seen before gives the dog a feeling of pressure.