As the saying goes, heroes are saddened by beauty, not to mention Mo Lao San, a poor and blind old man. If Uncle Li is threatening and lure, this old man Mo can still stand up for a while, this indescribable sex comes up, the old man becomes anxious on the spot, and slaps the table: "Deal!"
It's too late, it's fast, Mo Lao San grabbed his shirt with both hands, and ripped off his jacket with a scream (the jacket was worn out, and I didn't know if it had buttons, it was easy to tear up).
Everyone looked intently and couldn't help laughing. On Mo Lao San's skinny and muddy chest, there was a looming blue wolf head with a terrifying look, and the deity's awe-inspiring look and the dirty face of the sharp-mouthed monkey's cheeks were quite comical.
Scarface sneered and said, "Why don't you get a crayon shin-chan? Who does the whole dog head scare?"
Mo Lao San said solemnly and solemnly: "I don't blame you for being ignorant of young people. This is not a dog's head, this is called a wolf! It is a Mongolian totem!"
Mo Lao San got serious, and everyone was stunned by his aura.
Mo Laosan tucked his clothes, took a drink and said: "Back then, there were 73 iron cavalry soldiers who had fallen to the Mongolian sweat. They were assigned to various camps, starting from ordinary soldiers. At that time, the Mongols were fighting everywhere. , It is inevitable that some people were killed in the rebellious army, and at that time the army had the problem of killing people and cutting their heads. Maybe no one knows who will be gone. In order to avoid chaos and scattered hands and feet in the future, everyone meets on the chest tattoos. The gray wolf head is exactly the same. Even if you die in battle, you can recognize each other when collecting the corpse. This gray wolf is a totem of the Mongols. In their opinion, this is a sign of allegiance and naturalization, but they don't care about it."
At this time, Mo Lao San curled up in a chair, his tone lost the frivolousness and excitement just now, and became more and more low: "Unexpectedly, this will be more than ten years. Some of the cavalry died in battle, some died of illness, and some Some people get promoted, and some people marry wives and have children. In order to ensure that the bloodline is continuous, the descendants can get to know each other. Just after each offspring is born, the wolf's head is tattooed on the body. A hundred years, it has been passed to me for dozens of generations."
Zi Yang looked at Mo Lao San's lonely expression, and he was a little bit pitiful for this wretched old man.
When Uncle Li saw the head of the gray wolf, he gave a quick glance. After listening to what Mo Lao San said, he said unhurriedly, "Although he is very reasonable, but many people have this wolf head. Now it is convenient to get a tattoo. , That doesn’t mean much... ”
Zi Yang sighed secretly, it was really not easy for Mo Lao San to eat Uncle Li's meal.
Mo Laosan was anxious at first, and slammed his clothes again, and gestured with his fingers on his chest, "I told you that you are a fake? Look at this condition, this stitch, only just born. This effect can only be seen when the tattoo is applied. In these days, whoever has nothing to do with the child..."
Uncle Li was silent, holding a cup of tea and drank it snortingly, looking like he was going to fall back on the bill. Mo Lao San lowered his voice and leaned on the table mysteriously and said: "You don't know, the reason why this cavalry wants to maintain blood is because these descendants are guarding a big secret together..."
Having said this, Mo Lao San deliberately swallowed his breath, waiting for Uncle Li's next temptation.
Uncle Li sucked his teeth and didn't care.
Mo Lao San covered his shirt, and said silently, "It's nothing, it's a sin from heaven. I've fallen into such a situation and can't take care of so much. If you want to see is believable, then I will give you the most direct evidence. , The temple where the cavalry soldiers are buried is just away..."
Speaking at a critical juncture, suddenly there was a stern cough from the door, which made Mo Lao San shiver with fright and almost rolled from the stool to under the table.
Everyone looked back and saw a short old man with gray hair and long beard standing at the door. He was in his seventies or eighties, with sparse hair neatly combed behind his head, and a handful of half-grey and half-white goatee. Dangling under his jaw, his forehead was broad and round, he stepped on a pair of melaleuca bottoms under his feet, his hands were backed behind his back, his waist was straight, and he stood calmly and calmly. Behind him was a thin, dark boy, carrying a large basket full of vegetables and fruits on his back.
Although Lao Mo couldn't see anything, but hearing the old man's cough, his black face turned gray, and his mouth was talking about the secret secret, the secret secret must not be revealed, and his legs trembled like sifting chaff.
When everyone looked back, they found that the old and the young had already disappeared.
At this time, Uncle Li asked Mo Lao-san again. Mo Lao-san didn't say that he was killed. I am afraid that he would not dare to touch a few beauties before him. He supported the wall and left the hotel tremblingly. Uncle Li made a look with the person on the other table, and a young man with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek immediately got up and walked out following Mo Lao San's back.
Uncle Li poured himself a glass of wine and said to Zi Yang, "This blind man is really funny!"
Zi Yang said without changing his face, "Yes, yeah, northern Shaanxi really has a cultural heritage, and any storyteller can make up such an interesting story."
The two had nothing to say, and the scene was quite embarrassing.
Suddenly, the old Wang next door smiled to the sky, tapped his fingers on the table twice, staring straight at the ceiling.
Uncle Li gave a knowing smile and motioned to the shopkeeper to check out. The shopkeeper asked whether to check out together or... Uncle Li looked at the table, scratched his head with his fingers with big fingers, and said, "The blind man’s wine and food are counted on our heads. The two brothers..."
Zi Yang hurriedly said, "We will make our own knot, and we will make our own knot." (Uncle Li's advantage is really not easy to take advantage of)
Xiao Er from the shop was about to turn around to take the bill, and he put his arm around with Scarface and said, "Are there any temples around here?"
Xiao Er was quite unhappy, but he didn't dare to scream when he saw the fierce look on the scarred face. He hesitated and said, "Temple, what temple? Do you really believe the blind man's words?"
Scar's face showed a disappointed expression. Uncle Li motioned to Scar not to be reckless, and then said to Xiao Er in a pleasant way: "Brother don't mind, my brother is just a little anxious. We encountered something on the road, maybe it was a touch. I want to find a temple to worship immortals and bodhisattvas to go unlucky and transfer."
The shop second said, "Is there a temple or anything, but there is a place on the mountain a dozen miles away from here, where there is a statue of a general. I don’t know which dynasty or generation, and I don’t know which gods I worshipped. A few years ago There are people who are sick or in disasters, who ask children and ask Buddhas, and there are people who go there, but it is not easy to ask for anything, the road is far, and the mountains are not easy to walk, and then the number of people who go there gradually decreases.
As soon as Uncle Li heard there was a way out, he patted the stool next to him and motioned: "Brother might as well sit down and talk, and I will pay the bill later... No more change."
The second person in this shop is also a conversationalist. When it is good to hear, he is even more polite. He sat down and said, "You don’t really believe the nonsense of the third child, do you? This third child is slandering you, he told you. These, except for the next few paragraphs, which are new, I don’t know how many times I have said them. We are all tired of listening, and you students will believe this."
It seems that Xiao Er's ears in this shop are quite clever, and he has listened to what Mo Lao San said just now.
Uncle Li continued to ask, "What is the origin of Mo Lao San?"
Xiao Er said with a disdainful face: "What's he coming from? He is a liar who walks through the streets. He didn't have it in the early years. ● When he was blind, he seemed to have sold rat poison, and then he began to beg when he was blind. A few years ago, he couldn't hang around in the town anymore, so he ran to the temple to eat and drink. The old man in the temple took him in because he was pitiful, but although the three of them were blind, their hearts were alive and sly. It became a habit, not only with dirty hands and feet, but also molested the women who went to the temple to offer incense. They were kicked out by the old man and rolled from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, almost losing their lives."
Uncle Li asked: "Lao Zhang? What Lao Zhang?"
The shop clerk made a mouthful toward the door, and it seemed that the man was right there and said, "Hey, the old man in black clothes is said to be over 80 years old. He lives on the incense money from the temple. After half a month, I went to the town to buy rice and vegetables. The teenage black boy is his grandson, and the two of them live alone and depend on each other, which is very pitiful."
"Where is the temple? How do I get from here?" Scarface asked next to him.
Zi Yang can see that this scarface is a relatively straight person. He doesn't chat step by step like Uncle Li, and basically asks the key points in every sentence.
The shop second asked, "Why, are you going?"
Uncle Li hurriedly said: "Those of us who go out to do business, we pay attention to auspiciousness in every matter, and every mountain or temple, we must go in and worship and ask for peace."
The shop Xiao Erao gave a cry, waiting to show the way, Uncle Li coughed to interrupt him, and glanced at Zi Yang and Lao Wang inadvertently—although it was inadvertent, the performance was obvious. The meaning is to tell the two idlers next to me that I bought these news with money. You have been listening to Mo Lao San's story for a long time, so you have to be more interesting.
Zi Yang hurriedly talked about the old king's way, "Let's go, eat and drink enough, let's go shopping in the market."
Lao Wang was yawning lazily, saying that he would go back to sleep, but his buttocks stuck to the stool and couldn't tear off. Zi Yang pulled him out involuntarily. When he walked to the door, the old Wang still cursed and whispered, "Why are you walking in such a hurry? That old fellow makes me sick."