I descend into the world of heaven

Looking at Mao Shanming's somewhat thin cheeks and figure, Chen Chu really didn't expect such a story.

In the original drama, Mao Shanming dislikes the ghost brothers in every possible way, but after he dislikes them, he considers their situation, which is very similar to the attitude of parents towards their children...

Especially after the two brats raised in Maoshan Ming were discovered by Uncle Jiu, the brats were taken away, and they had the nerve to go back and get them back, only to be reprimanded.

He looked very decadent, and he started to drive away brothers Dabao and Xiaobao, asking them to go out day and night to return to the countryside. When he had enough money, he would return to the countryside to see them.

When Dabao and Xiaobao were bickering, they even reasoned with Dabao: They can still be brothers in this life, but if one day it is their turn to be reincarnated in the book of impermanence in the underworld, Meng Po drank the soup and entered reincarnation, and no one would know anyone in the next life. It’s hard for anyone to call me brother...

Dabao knew a lot more about Mao Shanming than Xiaobao, and he could tell that he was speaking from the bottom of his heart, so he stopped arguing and just nodded.

But Mao Shanming chased them away, and Dabao still pulled Xiaobao to follow stubbornly. I am afraid that by then Dabao knew that Mao Shanming had not found his daughter and would never return to the countryside in this life. The so-called travel expenses were just an excuse. You don’t need to think about my uncle’s ability to be rich and powerful. Do you still have to scrape together some money to go back...

On the street, the child's parents came back and saw that the child was injured. Mao Shanming stood aside and picked up a stick without any explanation and chased and beat her child, saying that he had hurt her child.

Mao Shanming screamed and ran around, saying that he wanted to fight back, but he had no intention of stopping. He only gave up when the vendors setting up stalls on the roadside came forward to testify.

Chen Chu asked Dabao, if there is a Taoist master in Maoshan, why not ask the master to calculate Mao Sanmei's birth date? Why bother to search for it so much?

Dabao's face was a little sad: "Of course I have found him. The old man lived a long life and was very old. He helped Uncle Ming calculate a divination. He didn't speak for a long time and just sighed. He suggested that Uncle Ming not to continue searching, otherwise it will be difficult to save his heart and soul!" We all understand that Uncle Ming is a smart man, so how could he not understand?

He just said that it was freezing cold outside and the road to a foreign land was long. Mao Sanmei was naughty and playful by nature and could easily lose her direction. He had to bring her back no matter what...

The old teacher had no choice but to cast a spell on the last rattle left by Mao Sanmei. As long as the person holding the rattle did not lose his longing, he could vaguely sense the location of the owner of the rattle.

Year after year, the direction guided by the rattle has not changed, and there is no distance. Uncle Ming is afraid of missing any clues, so he relies on his legs to walk from the south to the north..."

At this time, Mao Shanming came back from outside and saw Chen Chu standing at the door. He immediately laughed awkwardly and touched the nose that was hit by the stick and said, "Oh, it's really hard to be a good person in this world. I feel sorry if I don't help." , I helped, but I couldn’t live with myself! It’s difficult, it’s difficult...

Dabao, why don’t you eat? Already full? Are you saying bad things about me to Fellow Daoist Fang by standing here? "

He glared and saw Dabao silently squatting down to eat chicken legs, and then continued: "Fellow Daoist Fang, although they are my little devils and fellow villagers, you must not be fooled by their words. This is the so-called nonsense! "

"Nonsense, the two of us combined are not as good as Uncle Ming, you can say that!"

Xiaobao, who was squatting on the ground eating chicken legs and keeping silent, suddenly choked when he heard what Mao Shanming said, and then hurriedly hid behind Dabao...

Mao Shanming raised his hand and made a gesture to hit someone, then smiled bitterly and said: "Fellow Daoist Fang is laughing, by the way, I happen to have something to say to Daoist Fang."

"Oh? Please tell me."

"It's like this. I'm used to it. The sky is my quilt and the earth is my bed. If I stay in one place for a long time, I will feel uncomfortable all over. After tonight, I will continue my journey with my big and little babies. I will talk to fellow Taoist Fang here in advance. Let me say that I am grateful for the life-saving grace. If I have the opportunity, I will repay it, but I can’t do it at the moment..."

Under Chen Chu's bright eyes, Mao Shanming felt inexplicably that his thoughts were being seen through. He was a little flustered and even started talking nonsense, saying, "Fellow Daoist Fang, please stop looking at me like this. There is no such thing as a feast that never ends. Keep watching." Look, I even thought you were interested in me... Bah, look at my mouth, I'm sorry, sorry, haha."

Originally thinking that Chen Chu would reprimand him for such frivolous remarks, Mao Shanming braced himself and waited for a moment, only to hear a faint sentence: "I understand, Fellow Taoist Mao, mountains and rivers meet each other. I wish Fellow Taoist Mao a bright future." , everything goes well, and...the Blessings of the Immeasurable Heavenly Lord!"

Mao Shanming looked at Chen Chu's serious expression, standard fingerprints, and sincere blessings.

The tip of his nose was sore, his eyes were red, and he felt a warm current slowly flowing through his body deep in his empty heart. Ever since his daughter Mao Sanmei disappeared, he had forgotten what warmth felt like in the world.

In order to cover up his inner panic, Mao Shanming quickly slapped himself on the face, very hard, and hurriedly said: "Fellow Daoist Fang, I was wrong, what I just said was purely a joke, what a sincere slap to you and me, my face turned red, and I burst into tears. If you take them all out, you should be able to forgive me..."

He pointed at the tears flowing out of the corners of his eyes, showed a weird smile, and wiped them with his sleeve.

Both Dabao and Xiaobao were silent.

Chen Chu was also a little silent.

At this time, several people came from a distance and made a lot of noise.

It turned out that Aqiang, the security patrol captain of Jiucun who was driven away by Uncle Jiu, was back. He was holding a red gift box in his hand, with a proud smile on his face. He was talking to the two people next to him. When he got closer, he passed the news. A few words came over: "Don't worry, I followed the master when I was a teenager. He doesn't hold grudges. Even my father has no overnight grudges, let alone a master and a disciple!"

When we meet Master later, you two will sing with me, just sing that one... Only the Master is good in this world, and a disciple with a Master is like a treasure... Just these two sentences, just hum the place where you don't know how to sing. Got it!

In front of outsiders, there is still comprador Hong Zai. Master loves face most, hey, he heard about me, he must forgive me today! By the way, what did you two put in this box? Still feeling a little wobbly? "

Aqiang said, his eyes fell on Chen Chu and Mao Shanming, and he couldn't help but think, damn, why is this witch with a bad shoehorn face here? Only one night has passed, does Master already trust them to this extent?

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, but he didn't dare to do something to Chen Chu. He held the gift box and pretended not to see it, hid his face behind the gift box, and said loudly: "Who is blocking the way of your security captain Aqiang, good dog?" Don’t block the road, get out of the way!”

Mao Shanming was still immersed in the emotional channel. When A Qiang's words came out, he was completely confused. His eyes widened: "What are you talking about? Do you know that we are the same as your master?"

Aqiang doesn't look at Mao Shanming seriously at all, what a bullshit he is.

Holding the gift box, he was about to squeeze in the door. Suddenly, his abdomen felt as if he had been hit by a carriage. A huge force swept over him, and he flew into the air. He fell to the street and rolled several times, vomiting out his breakfast. The gift box fell to the side and the lid fell off. He turned around in pain and saw a wooden fist with a spring attached to the back flying out and hitting him in the face.

What a bad luck it is for me!