The old Taoist never considered himself a hero, and in many cases, he even forgot that he was a Taoist priest.
After all, he is the kind of person who sometimes even pronounces "Amitābha Buddha" as "Amitabha Buddha".
He has self-knowledge. He knows that he is just a small person. Small people have their own way of living, and he understands that.
Just a joke to spice up your life.
Forcing yourself to create laughs when there are none is also a form of self-awareness.
He knew that he was useless. Apart from the talisman paper handed down from his family, he had nothing else to offer.
Even the Deadpool who is currently cleaning the bookstore is no different from the sweeping monk in the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Library in the old Taoist's eyes. He can be beaten up if he is pulled out.
Being a small person also has its advantages. You can escape when you need to. When you encounter problems, others don't expect you to be able to withstand them, so you don't have to. You can remain useful and don't have to be a hero. You can live a happy life and a long life.
This is the old way of survival.
The world laughed at him, slandered him, ridiculed him, and despised him.
But at the age of seventy, he has long seen through life, living and work. Those who laugh at him actually don't see things as clearly as he does, nor do they live as realistically as he does.
The little monkey was behind him, still carrying the little schoolbag, his eyes full of tears.
The old Taoist held on to the electric pole with one hand, barely supporting himself to stand. His body was covered with scars.
In the knees, shoulders, calves and other places, some wounds even reveal the bones inside.
Even when Cao attacked him last time, the old Taoist didn't suffer such serious injuries.
It is really hard for ordinary people and small characters to bear a serious injury. Even though Boss Zhou used to be in a coma for half a month, with his skin torn and flesh bruised, Boss Zhou has a different physique. After waking up and recuperating for a while, he can still be alive and well.
The old Taoist priests don't have this kind of treatment.
But he continued to stand firm in front of the little monkey.
I don't know if it was because the black shadow wanted to ravage him slowly, or because the old Taoist stuck the talisman on his forehead to make the other party feel a little afraid.
In conclusion,
The shadow didn't kill him cleanly.
Instead, I got into this tug of war over and over again, which resulted in me getting hurt every time.
And the old way,
In this case, we can only be considered the passive party.
The shadow strikes again.
The old Taoist was hit hard in the chest, and he flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, and then fell to the ground. Blood began to flow from the corners of his mouth, and he almost fainted.
"Damn it... Either you just... kill me... You do it this way... little by little... Is it interesting
Constantly coming and going, in and out,
You think I'm a B! "
Even though he was beaten into such a miserable state, the old Taoist still did not spare anyone. He usually behaved very well in front of Zhou Ze, and even when he made a mistake, he would come out with a broom and mop to contribute to the "strive to create a hygienic city".
But this time, the old Taoist didn't follow his will at all, and even seemed a little stubborn.
Just like when a guy named Sun Xiaoqiang in Chengdu advised him not to support those ungrateful students in the mountains anymore.
But the old Taoist still goes his own way.
People who seem to have no principles are simply those who have not encountered the things they want to insist on.
"Well... let me, a bitch, tell you... your job... is far worse than my boss's..."
The little monkey squatted beside the Taoist priest, scratching his ears and cheeks anxiously, and even dug a handful of mud from the flower bed, intending to pee on it.
But at this time, the little monkey couldn't pee. The more he couldn't pee, the more anxious he became, and the more anxious he became, the more he couldn't pee.
It began to jump non-stop, trying to find a way but couldn't find one. If it were it in its previous life, with a ferocious look, it could have fought back, but it was still too small in this life, and seemed too helpless at this moment.
The black shadow began to walk slowly, as if he was watching to see whether the old Taoist would stand up. His behavior did seem a little abnormal. Just as the old Taoist had guessed, he seemed to be really afraid of something.
Are you afraid of your own talisman paper
But doesn't he claim to be a righteous person
My talisman paper,
Does it work for him
The old Taoist was also a little confused.
But no matter how confused he was, he still had to stand up.
Since he treated the little monkey as his own grandson, it was impossible for him to die after him. However, the old Taoist tried his best but still could not stand up.
The shadow is coming,
It seemed like he breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he raised his hand.
The hands are narrow.
Yes,
Very narrow.
It is as narrow as a piece of paper, but extremely sharp, as if it can easily tear apart any obstacles.
The little monkey held the Yin-Yang Book and threw it hard to the ground, even stepping on it with his feet.
Boss Zhou gave this thing to the little monkey for safekeeping.
The little monkey knew that this must be a treasure.
But this treasure can't play a role at the critical moment.
It feels like being trapped in the desert with boxes of rare treasures but not a drop of water.
But as I stepped on it,
Suddenly, a cat's cry was heard from the Yin-Yang Book.
Next,
Three beams of light of different colors shot out from inside and landed all around.
The black one is a black cat,
The blue one is a python,
The yellow one is a weasel,
Boss Zhou’s "Animal World" finally made its debut at this time.
The voice of teacher Zhao Zhongxiang seemed to come to my ears:
"In this forest, summer has come. The weasels have begun to come out to look for food, the snakes have ended their hibernation, and the hunters' pets are lazy and listless.
Here, you can see many animals. They live here, creating harmony and beauty of nature together.
Here, you can even see—fucking horses…”
The shadow paused.
“Squeak, squeak, squeak!!!”
The little monkey was shouting desperately at the three figures, and no one knew what he was shouting. But animals, oh no, monsters should also have their own way of communication and language, so they should be able to understand the little monkey's "squeak squeak".
At the moment,
The black cat crawled towards the black shadow, preparing to attack.
After all, Zhou Ze had long been recognized as the master of the Yin-Yang Book. Although Zhou Ze, the master, did not know how to play with it yet, the black cat, as the spirit of the artifact, knew clearly what he should do.
But Auntie Bagu and Huang Asan acted as if they didn't care. They even took a distance back to show that it had nothing to do with me.
"Haha, you actually want me to save you at this time
Why should I save you
You all die.
I wish everyone in the bookstore was dead!"
“Huff, huff, huff…Huff, huff, huff…”
Huang Asan continued to sleep. Although he was moving, he was still snoring, which also showed an attitude of indifference.
The monkey seemed very angry and continued to squeak. Judging from its experience of hanging out with the Taoist priest, it definitely stood out among the monsters when it came to arguing and reasoning.
But Aunt Eight and Huang Asan remained unmoved.
Eighth Aunt even sneered twice and said to the black shadow:
"Fellow Daoist, just do your thing. I promise not to interfere."
This clearly means watching the fire from the other side of the river and even cheering it on.
The black shadow turned his head slightly, glanced at the two monsters that were trying to escape from the battle circle, and laughed strangely in his throat, saying:
"Monsters, all must die!"
The next moment,
The sound of the flute sounded,
The black cat crawled on the ground in pain, and its tail, which was originally held high, also drooped.
The same thing happened to Huang Asan and Ba Gu Nai, who fell to the ground in great pain.
“You… you are unreasonable…” Eighth Auntie cursed angrily.
at the same time,
Eighth Auntie felt very aggrieved.
This time I came out to solve the problems of the younger generation.
Why am I so unlucky
First, he was captured by the bookstore owner who inexplicably imitated the plot of the King of the Gold Horn and the King of the Silver Horn in "Journey to the West". Now that he has finally gotten out, he has met a righteous person who "cannot tolerate any grain of sand in his eyes".
"Monsters, all must die!"
"puff!"
A crack appeared on the black cat's body. It was a wound, which meant that its soul body was torn open. But the black cat pounced forward the next moment, turning into a black beam of light, directly piercing through the black shadow.
But the sound of the flute did not stop.
The shadow reappeared in another direction.
"Go ahead! We have no choice. He has locked onto our aura and has no intention of letting us escape!"
Huang Asan, who had been in a "big dream", said something in a low voice, and then pounced on the black shadow. Ba Gu Nai did not hesitate any more and rushed forward.
When there is no choice,
There's really no choice.
You have to fight even if you don't want to!
The three demon souls were strangling the black shadow, and the scene was very chaotic for a while.
But every time the black shadow was torn apart and pierced, it would always reappear quickly.
A piece of human skin is a him.
A lot of human skins means he has many clones.
His real body must be nearby, but he has not shown up yet.
Moreover, from the beginning till now, he has been controlling several human skins, attacking and killing people from several parties at the same time.
This is a kind of courage.
It is also a kind of calm self-confidence.
He taught this method to Xu Qinglang.
But Lao Xu was only satisfied with cultivating to the point where he could place the souls of his parents in human skin to accompany him.
Later he became a cook.
The sound of the flute suddenly became heavier.
The quality of the black shadows seems to be better than before.
The black cat was swept away, its soul almost transparent.
Huang Asan and Ba Gu's mother's souls were almost shattered.
If they could escape, they would have done so long ago, but the other party had no intention of letting them go, and this feeling made them feel very frustrated.
"Where is that ghost messenger? Where did he go?"
Eighth Auntie suddenly shouted.
It's ridiculous.
At this time,
The person that Eighth Auntie was calling was actually Zhou Ze, the guy whom she wanted to eat alive.
“Buzz!”
The shadow strikes again.
The three weak monster figures had to grit their teeth and rush forward again.
And on the side,
The old Taoist kept coughing up blood.
The little monkey was wiping the old Taoist priest's hands with his paws.
At the same time, the other paw held a mobile phone and kept calling Zhou Ze, but for some reason,
The voice that kept coming from the other end of the phone was:
"Sorry, the number you dialed is currently unavailable. Please try again later.
Sorry! The subscriber you dialed ot be teen, please redial later… …”