Chapter 3: Desert temple

Zhou Zi Shuman didn't care-he had done all kinds of life-seeking and death-seeking things in this world, and he didn't care about anything, so if the old fish wasn't doing anything in his mouth, he would all eat.
The Wupon boat quietly separated the river water, and there was a the other side of the river called Waoxian: "Water chestnuts, sell water chestnuts." It was as if the light of the year was flowing slowly with this river. Zhou Zishu thought that it was really worthwhile to die here. When it happened.
When he passed by Penglai, he visited the legendary fairy mountain. He thought about it on the mountainside at the time, but later felt that the legendary apricot blossom and rainy Jiangnan had not been visited carefully, and some losses caused him to go south to Jiangnan again. At this moment, he suddenly had this kind of emotion, took a bite of the dry and hard cake in his hand, and chewed for a long time with the help of his cheeks. He swallowed it easily, shook his head, and thought again. He looked at Jiangnan, Sanyue and Wuyue But I have n’t been there yet.
Then let go of the old feelings here.
Suddenly, the old fisherman seemed to be choked by spit, and the cursing stopped, bowing his back, tilting his head slightly, and staring in one direction without blinking.
Zhou Zishu was a little weird, so he slightly leaned out of the boat and looked down his gaze.
I saw the old fisherman holding two people walking along the shore-the man in the gray coat and the beautiful girl in the restaurant. Although the old fisherman ’s hair was white, his eyes looked like electricity. Looking closely, the temple hidden under the messy hair was slightly raised, the palms were thick and the bones were knotted. Needless to say, Zhou Zishu, as long as he was not blind, We can see that this old man is not easy.
It was not easy for him to stare at such vigilance, and the confidant Pingshui who wanted to come and look at him from afar.
The beautiful girl would watch that although she was bouncing, she always walked cautiously about a foot behind the man and did not dare to surpass.
Zhou Zishu glanced, and knew that the girl was a member of the gray suit or a waiter. Although the girl was a bit arrogant, her appearance was quite an appetite for him, but in the end it was someone else's. Examine more, take a look back, and then deal with the dry cake in your hand.
Rivers and lakes, there is right and wrong everywhere, Chaotang is a vanity market, and rivers and lakes are a right and wrong field. Some people always do n’t understand this. It seems like riding a sword to go to the end of the world is too much. With.
But right and wrong right now, what does it have to do with him who is full of the family and not hungry?
Lao Yu froze, but Zhou Zishu felt a bit lonely, and he shouted, "Lao Zhang, this cake is a bit salty, and you have more salt and coarse salt, so you can add more."
The old fisherman scolded furiously: "Your mother, you ca n’t stop your mouth from having such a big cake. You have to eat cake and return it to his grandma. It ’s too horrible for you to starve your rabbit for three days. I wo n’t say if you eat shit. Fragrant……"
He seemed to have a tendency to stop when he opened his mouth, and Zhou Zishu laughed. He was also biting when he bite the dry cake, and felt that he was a bit cheap.
Crossing the river but only a few copper plates, Zhou Zishu gave the old fisherman a piece of broken silver. The old fisherman didn't feel ashamed of it, and he walked away. The expression of the creditor on his face was probably too disgusting. Give less money. Only when he got to the opposite bank, the old fisherman rushed him down impatiently: "Hurry on, don't delay Lao Tzu's business."
Zhou Zishu slowly threw the last piece of cake into his mouth, stretched his waist, and got out of the cabin, saying vaguely, "Are you in a hurry?"
The pair of brass bells of the old fisherman stared, and they wanted to swear and greet the posture of the ancestor's ancestor eighteenth generation, but remembered what it was like. After all, he swallowed the words and rowed the boat angrily. gone.
Thanks to this old thing, I do n’t know what to do here. With such a fake identity, if he really lives by ferry, he must not be too poor to be pants.
Seeing the boat staggering away, Zhou Zishu calmly said, "Your mother."
He was mixed with a bunch of Sven scum in his whole life. It turned out that he turned around and wiped the horns of Ziyun. He never spoke so well in the broad daylight. At this time, he blurted out such a sentence, but he felt very happy, as if the chest was all down It's like going out.
He was surprised to find that cursing the street turned out to be such a comfortable thing, so he murmured again and again with a smile: "You don't take money to handle things well, you don't eat shit."
After saying this, I touched this sentence for a while, only feeling comfortable and full of scent, so I walked slowly along the river with satisfaction.
Zhou Zishu traveled east and west for a whole day, and at night, he wandered out of the city, and found a small pond, and washed his acid rot, which he couldn't bear, so much that he looked like himself Personally, I thought about finding a place to deal with for a night, and walked about a mile away, and saw a run-down deserted temple, he went in, spread the thatch, and shrank at the foot of my Buddha. Yawned and fell asleep.
Although he is fine now, he can sleep until the next day when he touches thatched head, but it still has to be disturbed by no one. In the middle of the night, a sound of footsteps and vocals not far away still made him noisy. Woke up.
Three people appeared at the gate of the deserted temple, and a smell came to his face. Zhou Zishu opened his eyes and frowned.
The wounded man wore a bucket bucket, I do n’t know if he was conscious. The whole man was framed by a fourteen-five-and-a-half-year-old boy. The young man seemed to have some kung fu, but he was too weak to breathe like sick cow Holding the injured person, an elderly woman dressed next to him, holding a cloth bag in her arms, jogged all the way.
The moment the boy entered the temple door, he looked like a frightened beast, sweeping his eyes carefully. Zhou Zishu was lying in the shadow of the Buddha statue, his breath was very light, and the boy did not pay attention to him at first, low He said to the man with the fight: "Uncle Li, let's hide here for a while, I see your injury ..."
Before he finished speaking, the half-life person broke free from the teenager, encouraged to stand upright, and clenched his fists in the direction of Zhou Zishu with both hands: "Cough ... this friend ..."
When he raised his head, his voice suddenly stopped, and Zhou Zishu also saw clearly. This man was the old fisherman who had ferryed him. There was a knife wound on the back of his chest. The whole person was gourd, and he sat up straight. :"It's you?"
The old fisherman smiled bitterly: "His mother, you want Hanako ..."
The voice didn't fall, and the whole person flew forward. The teenager was busy reaching out to help, but he was exhausted, and he was brought to the ground by his together. The voice brought a crying voice: "Uncle Li ..."
The old fisherman twitched a whole body, Zhou Zi could not help but leaned up, and saw his blood flowing out with a strange purple, even his lips were iron blue, and frowned.
The old fisherman smiled reluctantly and whispered: "You still a man, why are there so many pee? Lao Tzu ... I haven't died yet ..."
The woman on the side also said in tears: "Uncle Li, if you have a three-pronged or two-pronged one, who can we expect from our young master?"
The old fisher stared at her, took a hard breath, and said tremblingly to the young man, "I'm ... unpromising ... I just received my father's favor and paid my life. Something else ... "He coughed, and before he coughed, his body twitched once," boy, you remember ... "
Before I remember anything, there was a rush of footsteps at the door of the temple again. A man in black strode in. The black man had never been masked, and had a scar on his face. I saw these three people at the end of the road, the cat. He wandered like a mouse: "Wow, you run far."
The boy gritted his teeth and drew a sword from his waist, and rushed like a man in black: "I killed you!"
It's amazing. It's a three-legged cat. It looks very aura with thick eyebrows and big eyes, but the person is clumsy. He didn't make a move, and he was taken lightly by the weapon. On his lower abdomen, the cat flew him as far as a cat.
The teenager then got up and yelled ashamed, but without fear, he rushed up bare-handed.
Lao Yu was anxious, and seemed to want to get up, but was too hurt, moved a bit, and fell heavily to the ground.
The man in black sneered: "Is the little rabbit grandpa still biting?" He flashed sideways, bent his claws, grabbed the young man's heart, and his hand badge was not like flesh and blood in the moonlight, faint. The blue cold light hurts the killer.
Zhou Zishu didn't want to worry about his business. He wanted to have a fate with the old fisherman after all. The teenager was young and he didn't want to see him die at this age. He already had a small stone in his hand and his palm. I flipped it before it popped out, and suddenly a whistle whistleed, and the man in black turned his eyes flatly, and turned over flatly, and the young man emptied.
Where the man in black was standing, a one-inch long lotus-shaped hidden device was nailed.
Just listening to a young girl Jiao Didi said, "Good guy, even in the middle of the night, there is such a shameless person who bullies the old woman and the weak in the wilderness."
As soon as Zhou Zishu moved, the sound was familiar—the little pebble that had not been shot back was taken back, and he lay back slowly, watching the change.
The man in black twitched his face and his eyes jumped abruptly—Zhou Zishu felt that the scar on his face was scarred, his face was a bit stiff, like a stroke, and a bit ridiculous in the fierce, only listening to his anger "Where did the little come from?"
The young girl smiled. Zhou Zishu fixed his eyes and saw a purple figure flashing at the door. It was the little girl who threatened to poison him today. She felt that she had this adventure today. In this deserted temple His grievances and hatreds were as small as half of them.
I don't know where the master of this girl in purple clothes went, she tilted her head, leaned against the door innocently, her fingertips wrapped around her argument, and gently scratched her face with her index finger, laughing: "Old Bitch, you are not ashamed, you bully others, old people and children, and you are going to die. "
The old fisherman didn't know he was suffocated. He scolded people vividly during the day. This would hear people say that he was "dead", and actually fell to the ground as if he was dying.