My problem has been cured, and my parents feel that life has become more nourishing. The only thing they are worried about is that Old Man Jiang said before leaving that he would tell them about me.

They thought in private that I could have something else to do? They once thought, why did this old man Jiang treat his son so well for no reason? He also brought gold tiger claws, practice rituals, and also give merits?

But as long as it is for my own good, my parents won’t mind. To be honest, the simplicity in their bones makes them destined to be no calculating people.

In the blink of an eye, another 7 or 8 days passed. It took more than half a month for the old man Jiang to leave. These days, the village has been as calm as ever. Apart from occasionally holding village meetings and conveying the spirit of the above documents, there is nothing big about it.

Speaking of which, no one has ever fought against this small village, and no one has deliberately exposed anyone. What kind of fighting is like a miracle for the people in this village.

The only thing that changed in these is that my weight has grown again, and I have grown into a real fat boy who is more than half a pound and nearly nine pounds.

On this day, Old Man Jiang returned to the village, carrying his hands on his back, still looking around in other people's fields and staring at the big girl. The only difference is that this time an old man followed him.

The old man wore a dark blue Zhongshan suit, but it was not the kind that only leaders could afford. The Zhongshan suit with wool was worn by ordinary people. In addition, he also wore a hat of the same color, which was the kind that the old man often wore with a hat brim in front.

It was cold, and the old man could bear it. Even Old Man Jiang had a dirty jacket outside and walked in front. However, compared with Old Man Jiang, the old man was extremely clean.

When the two of them walked together, there was a clear difference between beggars and retired cadres. Of course, Old Man Jiang must be the beggars.

The people in the village were familiar with Old Man Jiang. When they saw the two of them walking on the avenue in the village like this, they would say hello. By the way, they were curious: "Old Man Jiang, I have disappeared for many days and even shaved my beard? Have you gone to see a relative? Is this your relative?"

The simplicity of the village is simple, but simplicity does not affect their gossip. You should know that the days in the mountains are basically boring, and the gossip of the people and the others is their biggest entertainment.

Whenever this happens, Old Man Jiang will nod and say, "Well, right, this is my nephew."

"So old nephew?"

"Oh, I have a high seniority, I am his second uncle."

And whenever this happens, the old man behind him will stand up with a smile and say kindly in Shaanxi Mandarin: "Oh, his second uncle is just four, this kid is so stupid (not clever), and you can't even understand the seniority."

Although it is Mandarin, the dialect words often make people who ask are stunned. However, one can roughly understand one thing: this old man is Old Man Jiang’s second uncle, and Old Man Jiang is confused and has not figured out his seniority.

In terms of image, the old man was kind and kind, and had a well-educated temperament. How could he compare to the blind old man Jiang? Generally, after such a conversation, people believe that the old man was Old Man Jiang's second uncle.

Then, no matter how old man Jiang jumped around behind him or how he yelled that he was the old man's second uncle, no one listened.

This conversation happened several times, and it spread throughout the village in a while, and Old Man Jiang’s second uncle came!

Under such circumstances, when Old Man Jiang stepped into my yard, he was so angry that he pouted and his cheeks bulged, which made my parents stunned.

But the old man behind him was smiling, calm and relaxed, and obviously felt a little proud.

"Master Jiang, who is this?" My father walked up to him and asked carefully, and he didn't dare to touch Old Man Jiang's bad temper. You must know that the skills he showed in the past few days had completely suppressed my father, and he admired Old Man Jiang a little.

"My nephew."

"Well, his second uncle."

Two voices answered at the same time, not only my father, but also my mother were stunned. What kind of messy relationship is this? Both of them are uncles and nephews?

Now Old Man Jiang stopped doing it and jumped up and cursed: "Old bald donkey, you are not enough to take advantage of me along the way? Everyone says that monks don't lie, why are there bald donkeys like you who speak like you? I want to fight you."

The old monk was not willing to be outdone and said, "You are a club, you are a club (don't tell me). Bao Knows, yes, he was first to be blamed (I don't know which one lies first), and said four-year-old uncle (I said it was my second uncle). He was also a fool (I am not a fool), why did you let you?"

Old Man Jiang is fine, at least he is speaking in Sichuan dialect now, and my parents can understand it. As soon as the old monk opened his mouth, my parents were in a mess. What do they all follow? Old Man Jiang has no formality, even his friends (from the conversation just now, my parents have already heard that they are definitely not from uncles and nephews), or a monk, and that's the same way?

When the old man saw that my parents didn't understand Shaanxi dialect, he seemed to be in a disadvantage. He immediately spoke pure Mandarin: "I was not careful in making friends, but I couldn't bear to see my friends fall. On the way, he committed verbal karma. It was for him to turn back in time. I punished him slightly because he understood that every cause and effect would be rewarded. If he wanted to be my second uncle, he had to try the taste of me being his second uncle."

My parents were so amused and laughed when they heard this. This monk was quite talented at the beginning, but how did he end up getting involved with his second uncle?

At this time, Old Man Jiang had already jumped over and shouted: "Old bald donkey Huijue, you just rely on your image to be better, I will fight you."

Seeing that the two old men were about to start a fight, where could my parents still watch? They immediately persuaded them, and finally persuaded them to leave these two old men who felt extremely unreliable in their words and actions.

Of course, they have only always been like this, like happy enemies, not really getting angry or really having to do it. Otherwise, my parents would definitely not have the ability to pull them apart.

The two old men stopped arguing and entered the main hall in anger. As soon as they sat down, Old Man Jiang said to my mother: "I came back from a long distance and rushed here directly. I was hungry, so I can cook some food for you."

My mother nodded quickly and agreed, and was still thinking about what to do for them to eat. Old Man Jiang immediately added: "Don't be too troublesome, I can just have wine and meat, and any meat is fine. This old man, get him some vegetarian dishes."

When the old man heard this, he immediately stretched his neck and said, "Egg four, egg four."

The monk is still interested in eating eggs? Not only my mother, but even my dad, who is busy pouring tea, was stunned. Old Man Jiang sneered and said, "It's really fresh. When will the monk eat eggs?"

"What do you know? Apart from the monks in our country don't eat meat, which monks in our country don't eat some meat? Do you know what is the 'three clean meat'? There are also 'five clean meat', what's the point of eating an egg? At worst, you can recite the sutra a few more times to eliminate karma." Faced with the sarcasm of Old Man Jiang, the old man named Huijue was definitely not to be outdone.

"Free your oral karma first!"

"What's your business?"

Seeing that the two of them were about to argue again, my dad quickly came to persuade them. It was really a big deal to face these two old men. If they let them make trouble, they would probably demolish the house for you.

Finally, my mother killed a chicken, pushed tofu, fried a few vegetarian dishes, and cooked a few eggs for the two old men to eat. The two old men were considered calm. They probably were satisfied with the food and were too lazy to argue with each other.

After dinner, the two old men sat in the main room to drink tea, and my parents accompanied me. Old man Jiang said slowly: "Last time I took those lonely ghosts and were still in the soul-squeezing talisman. This time, I invited this old bald donkey to come to save these lonely ghosts."

"When it comes to this ability to save people, Buddhism says it is second, no one dares to say it is first." A pure Mandarin spoke again from the mouth of Old Monk Huijue, but the proud look could not be concealed.

"When you talk about serious business, are you going to quarrel again?" Old Man Jiang's neck was stuttered and he became angry immediately.

These two old men admire each other, but why do they have to quarrel and make them feel uncomfortable when they meet? The main reason is that they both want to argue with each other. The Tao they have learned and the sect they are in is the most powerful and powerful.

I thought the old monk would argue, but I didn't expect that the old monk was surprisingly quiet after hearing Old Man Jiang's words. He chanted the Buddha's name and stopped talking.

Old Man Jiang took a sip of tea and continued: "To save these lonely ghosts, it is a merit for the three boys. The lonely ghosts are saved because of him, which can eliminate his future fate."

So that's it. My parents were moved and nervous when they heard it. What moved was that in order to give their son a merit, Old Man Jiang did not hesitate to invite a monk to save the dead souls. Because Old Man Jiang himself is so powerful, the monk he invited must not be an ordinary monk.

What’s nervous is that I will have disasters in the future when I hear me.
Chapter completed!