On the way back, I finally understood why Brother Yaozi looked so weird when he talked about soybeans detoxifying.

At that time, Lao Bai was thinking a lot, and even thought of the ability to spread the beans to make soldiers. What he said was very clear, and at first glance, it seemed that it was really what happened.

However, what about the facts? Bullshit!!

Poison is a combination of corpse poison and filthy air. After a person is infected, the poisonous air accumulates in the abdominal cavity. As for soybeans, if you eat too much, you will easily fart, and the toxin will be excreted slowly.

…

The principle of detoxification is that simple!

But the process is not easy to describe.

Brother Yaozi didn't explain it clearly, and I didn't know it was going on like this. I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to understand the poison if I ate too little, so I stuffed soybeans into my mouth desperately, and before I knew it, half a bag of soybeans went in. I drank two sips of water, and my stomach was full.

The bulge was so bloated that I couldn't eat it anymore, so I gave up.

Then……

The tragedy happened just like that...

At first, I sat upright and pretended that nothing happened. When the stench spread in the narrow carriage, my cheeks became hot and I had no choice but to squint and look at others with the corner of my eye, as if I was a thief.

Zhang Xinya calmly opened the car window.

Wushuang, who was leaning on the car seat and dozing off, whether intentionally or unintentionally, tilted his head and leaned closer to the car window...

"We are all good brothers!!"

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, what does it mean to know the cold, know the heat, know the knowledge and know the interests? This is it!!

But the forest is big and there are all kinds of birds, and there are always some blind bastards that jump out to expose people.

For example, this scumbag Lao Bai.

I was just a little moved, but then this guy started shouting from behind: "Little Weizi, you are not done yet, just let go of one or two, why are you still putting them in bunches?

This is a public place, do you have any sense of public morality?"

I turned around and gave him a cold look, gritted my teeth angrily, but in my heart I hated this bastard who only hit people in the face.

It was okay if he didn't say anything, but I was more or less interested in holding back. Since he spoke, I was shameless. I sneered and said my legs were numb from sitting, so I simply stood up with my butt facing his face.

Lao Bai was so angry that he couldn't do anything about it. I didn't let him go even when he was resting in the service area. I watched this guy get a bucket of instant noodles from the supermarket and squat next to the car, eating it deliciously.

I immediately got out of the car and poured a few noodles into his bowl...

From angry roars to shrill wails, to constant sighs...

I don't know what kind of crazy impact Lao Bai's mental journey went through to become so rugged. It wasn't until he slumped down on the seat with his eyes blank that I was satisfied to withdraw my magical power.

However, Brother Yaozi’s soybean therapy is really interesting. Apart from the fact that the process is unbearable to watch, the effect is really surprisingly good. I have so many wounds on my body that I feel like my whole body is swollen. I don’t feel anything except swollen.

After a long journey, when we arrived at the Zhenwu Temple in the evening, the feeling of bloating miraculously dissipated, the wound felt faintly numb and itchy, and some blood gradually seeped out of the gauze.

This shows that my body is returning to normal step by step.

Under the setting sun, the small Taoist temple stands among green pines and cypresses, with birds flying around from time to time, making it quiet and peaceful.

Gently stroking the wall that was faded by the wind and sun, my restless heart felt at peace.

Whether he was fighting like wild beasts for food outside, or running around like a bereaved dog, the moment he returned here, the strong smell of blood was immediately washed away.

"This is home..."

I thought about it and gave this feeling of peace a precise definition.

Yes, this is home.

"I miss Master."

I turned around and said something to Zhang Xinya, and hurriedly entered the Taoist temple.

However, the place where my master usually retreats is empty.

I was a little panicked and couldn't help but think wildly. Could it be that something happened when we went out to do things? I hurriedly ran into the main hall. The Zhenwu flag was enshrined on the incense table. I put three sticks of incense on it and kowtowed quickly to ask about the whereabouts of my master.

Wow!

A piece of yellow paper flew in front of me, and two words appeared on it - Back Mountain!!

I felt relieved, and as soon as my front legs left and opened, a dark wind blew out of the main hall with my back legs, as if driving something away, and then the door of the main hall couldn't wait to close with a "clang"...

I touched my nose and muttered angrily, but I also knew that I didn't like dogs anymore, so I called Wu Shuang and asked him to help me to the back mountain.

On the fertile mountainous land, a small vegetable garden was opened at some point. A man in a light blue robe was waving a hoe and turning over the ground over and over again. He stepped on the soft soil with his bare feet and his long hair was tied into a ponytail.

He has a ponytail and works very skillfully, but he doesn't look like an old farmer, but more like a reclusive man who farmed and studied in ancient times. He is indescribably noble and free.

Probably after hearing my movement, he suddenly stopped what he was doing. The moment he turned around and saw me, a warm smile appeared on his sweaty face, but the smile soon froze and he dropped the farm tools.

, walked over in a hurry, and without waiting for me to say anything, he grabbed my hand and tried to test my pulse.

When this scene fell into my eyes, my nose felt sore, but I subconsciously lowered my head.

The tightened brows gradually dispersed, but the gloom on his face did not fade away. My master put down my hand and said angrily in a deep voice: "My energy and energy are depleted, and my whole body is covered with wounds. There is cold poison inside, and there are wounds outside.

The muscles and bones in your waist are all injured. How come you have turned your perfectly good body into such a state? I'm afraid you won't be able to recover after just a few months of recuperation. Now that you're like this, why are you running around?"

His tone was stern. Although he was reprimanding me, I felt comfortable. I struggled to free myself from Wushuang's support, limped over and picked up his shoes, and asked with a smile: "Master, how can you run by yourself?"

Are you here to go to the fields? Isn’t the vegetable garden in Guanli deserted for a long time? I can’t plant a few vegetables and it’s wasting time. Is it possible that Dong Jian hasn’t come to deliver vegetables to you this time?”

"You are just too lazy and think of everything ready-made."

My master shook his head, as if he hated iron and could not become steel.

He was a bit of a germaphobe, and his feet were all muddy. He would never put on his shoes. Instead, he held them in his hand, pointed forward, and said as he walked: "The Taoists in the past did have land and worked hard to cultivate it."

He cultivated a small piece of land to support himself, but now there is no such land, but the founder still insisted on cultivating such a small piece of land. Do you think he really expected to use this small piece of land to feed a large number of people?

People like us, who have lived in the mountains for a long time, not close to the smoke and smoke, live poetically and picturesquely, carefree and free, just like a dream. Over time, I am afraid that even ourselves will think that we are gods. We are so high that we have forgotten the sufferings in the world.

In this way, even if you have acquired a skill, wouldn't you still be a useless person? You always have to feel the smoke and smoke to be like a human being, not a god.

The saying that waking up in a dream is cultivation, that’s what I’m talking about.”

When saying this, my master did not deliberately avoid Wushuang, which shows that although he is unwilling to accept another disciple, he is still willing to teach Wushuang more.

He glanced at Wushuang, who was looking down thoughtfully, and then at me who was confused. My master didn't know what was going on, but suddenly he raised his head and laughed.

So, I became even more confused.

It’s not that I can’t understand people’s words, but I do understand what my master said, and I think it makes sense. But isn’t it just the truth? Why does Wushuang look so disgusting that he suddenly becomes enlightened?

I couldn't figure it out, so I just didn't want to think about it anymore. I talked about all the experiences and speculations I had when I went out to do things this time.

Wushuang still lowered his head and remained silent.

My master was shocked by what we experienced on this trip. He probably didn't expect that so many things would come out by following the clues.

Surprised, he fell into silence.

"Look again!"

In the end, he just said these three words, with a deep look in his eyes. I knew he must have guessed something, but he refused to say it. I don't know whether it was because he was taboo about something, or because he was not sure even himself.

Before we knew it, we were all the way back to the Taoist temple.

Lao Bai and the others were washing up in the yard. When they saw my master coming back, a crowd of people gathered around to greet her. On the other hand, Xiao Zhi wandered outside the crowd. She probably wasn't very familiar with my master, but my master liked her quite a lot.

He rubbed his head, smiled and praised her as a good girl.

At noon, Lao Bai, who had lost all his appetite due to a series of smelly farts, saw the fresh air and obviously needed it again. He patted Wu Shuang and said very hypocritically, Mr. Zhang is back, why don't you hurry up and cook? Mr. Zhang already

hungry.

The strange thing is that Wushuang, who is the biggest rice cook in the Zhenwu Temple, was indifferent and frowned: "You guys can eat, I... I have something to think about..."

After saying that, he hurried into the house.

Lao Bai was about to speak, but my master waved his hand: "Let him go, I guess he will gain something."

Is this talent?

I was dumbfounded and a little jealous, and it was only then that I finally began to believe that maybe I was really stupid and had no talent!

"Everyone has his own personal experience. He is unparalleled in intelligence and can tell everything at once. But you are a little duller. But stupid people have their own ways. Smart people like to dodge when they encounter problems, or use cleverness to solve them, but in the end they are easy to catch.

The basket ends in vain, but when a fool encounters trouble, he always rushes into it. Maybe there will be some different results?"

My master patted me on the shoulder and said with a smile: "You have damaged the foundation of your body this time. If anything happens outside these days, let Lao Bai and Yaozi take care of it. You can rest for a few months and stay here."

Stay with me and let me see if you have been lazy or neglected your homework during this period of retreat."

Now it's Lao Bai's turn to be jealous...

"The closed disciples are amazing..."

Lao Bai muttered angrily: "It's obvious that we are going to start a small stove..."
Chapter completed!