The Life of the Blessed One

Early the next morning, Jun Chu was about to go out in a red and white tracksuit when a down jacket flew over from the side, covering most of his body.

King Zhou was full of arrogance: "I'll borrow it from you." When he walked past Jun Chu, he glanced contemptuously at the sportswear on Jun Chu: "It's so cool to wear sportswear in winter." He said He even shook the leather jacket on his body.

A black T-shirt, covered with a brown leather jacket not much thicker than paper, Junchu is no match for him in terms of handsomeness.

Holding the down jacket, Jun Chu shook his head.

Today's young people, he really can't understand.

Rows of cars are parked on the road, the road is slippery in the snow, and the workers are putting anti-skid iron chains on the wheels. Compared with sending tourists down the mountain yesterday, the inspection before going down the mountain today is much stricter. The policemen in uniform have drums on their waists. There are also armed policemen with submachine guns on their backs, all of them looking serious and ready for battle.

Those who are well-informed heard that a group of tomb robbers came from Mount Emei and stole the golden monkey. The golden monkey is a first-class protected animal in the country. The minimum reward for clues is 5 RMB.

"Everyone, don't squeeze, those in front get in the car quickly, and the ones in the back take out their ID cards first." The ones inspecting the ID cards are all female nuns, fucking Trump, her pretty face is more juicy than a freshly unearthed radish, Zhou Duo I feel that my eyes are not enough to see. Many people noticed these girls yesterday.

There was a bold one who asked people for WeChat and phone numbers when checking their ID cards. Before the policeman next to him moved, she kicked him into the car. The man was not angry and laughed twice: "Sichuan Beauty is spicy."

King Zhou poked Jun Chu who was standing in front of him. Jun Chu was a black household, and of course the black household did not have an ID card.

The people in front took out their ID cards, Jun Chu glanced at it, picked up a dead leaf from the snow, and handed it out.

The female cultivator with a ponytail glanced at his long hair, turned over his "ID card" and stared at his face from time to time, the car next to him had three cars going up, and she hadn't let Jun Chu go yet .

"Recite the last four digits of the ID card."

"3666."

"?"

"En." People probably won't believe it when they say it too old.

"Shen Da is a freshman?"

"En." Nephew Qinghong said that he was a bit ashamed to let him study with Zhou Duo, who is over 2000 years old and still go to school with his children—

"How do I think you look like a high school student?"

"..." What is a high school student?Are you a student too?

"Beauty, you have been working for several years, and I don't think you look like an adult." Zhou Duo pushed his head out from behind and said with a playful smile.

He casually placed his right hand on Jun Chu's shoulder, the red and purple bruises on the back of his hand disappeared completely, and there were blue blood vessels under the young man's fair skin.

"You don't care about me." The ponytail nun gave Zhou Duo a glance, returned the ID card to Jun Chu, and stretched out her hand in front of Zhou Duo.

King Zhou was not angry at being blindsided, he handed in his ID card obediently, and flung a stylish light brown short hair with a wink: "Do you think I look like a high school student too?"

"Thank you, it's not like that." The ponytailed woman returned the ID card to him without looking up.

King Zhou was so angry, he didn't miss his beauty, he walked into the car with his head sullen, and didn't have a good look at Jun Chu.

Little boy, he too, why doesn't he look like a high school student?

He is also very tender, okay?

no vision.

King Zhou sat down next to Jun Chu, grabbed the "ID card" in his hand and looked around: "It's really done, it cost a lot of money."

Jun Chu: "It didn't cost any money."

King Zhou was so choked that he couldn't speak, he put his "ID card" in his pocket and confiscated it!

Soon Zhou Duo's two classmates also got into the car, and the car started to start. A policeman suddenly stopped the car and let a person get in the car before letting them drive away.

The last person to get on the bus was a middle-aged Tibetan woman with long and yellow hair. It was faintly discernible that her hairstyle had been identified, but it was a mess of straw after a long time of neglect. She was tied up with a few belts. She was wearing a thick Tibetan robe. Some are big, and they fit her thin body like a pocket.

Her face is as thin as her body, with some black spots in the withered yellow, she looks like she has not had a good life, a bamboo basket is hanging in her rough hand, and there is a basket full of sausages, Waxed pork ribs and boiled corn, still steaming.

She first showed an honest smile to the driver before looking for a seat.

There are still two seats in the car, one is closer to her and the other is closer to Junchu, and the other is farther away from her and Junchu is farther away.

She chose the far one.

Only a small number of people who got up early in this car had breakfast, and everyone else, including Junchu and the others, had an empty stomach. The arrival of the middle-aged woman was welcomed by everyone. With a wry smile, everyone didn't care about the one or two. You two corns and one sausage, a basket of things sold out in a blink of an eye, Zhou Duo also bought it, and gave you a corn and a pork rib.

There was a sudden sound of vomiting in the car, and a seven or eight-year-old girl sitting on the inside was holding a cured rib, bent over in pain, and got motion sickness.

The little girl's mother hurriedly took out the bag for her. Now that everyone in the car is eating, it is really inappropriate to vomit like this. The girl's mother begged the middle-aged woman sitting by the window to change her seat.

Facing the eyes of everyone in the car, the middle-aged woman stood up with the basket in her hand, gave up her seat to the little girl, and sat in front of Junchu herself.

She bent over, wishing she could shrink into a shrimp.

Zhou Duo is unwilling to be lonely, she talks to her whenever she can, regardless of whether she wants to talk to her or not.

The middle-aged woman was older than his mother looked, and he opened his mouth sweetly and said "big sister".

"Eldest sister, are you going to withdraw too?"

"There's no way, the higher-ups have arranged that there are tomb robbers who want to seal the mountain, and everyone has to evacuate."

Talking about Fengshan, Zhou Duo was angry, and asked them to withdraw early in the morning, not even giving them time to eat breakfast.

"These tomb thieves are so fucking shameless. Digging graves can be regarded as inheriting the tradition of Captain Mojin. What is stealing golden monkeys? Snatching poachers' jobs?"

"They don't care what should be stolen or what should not be stolen. They will take everything they like, but... they will return it sooner or later." As she spoke, the middle-aged woman's eyes lit up, and she restrained herself when she thought of something. Furious, he bent down and grabbed the empty basket tightly.

This snow is not enough to be forced to go out of the mountain, remembering the air tickets spent, Zhou Duo put all the blame on the tomb robbers, and angrily scolded that the sky was struck by lightning.

After scolding, he continued chatting with the middle-aged woman.

In winter, the wooden pavilions on both sides of Emeishan Road are full of people like middle-aged women who sell sausages and ribs. They usually open their stalls at ten o'clock in the morning and close their stalls at three or four in the afternoon. It's only before eight o'clock. How can she Here we go.

Before the middle-aged woman could reply to him, someone beside him answered for her.

Those who do business like them say that they start their stalls at ten o'clock, but in fact they start preparations at seven or eight o'clock. When the business is good and the store is big, they get up at five or six o'clock in the morning.

The middle-aged woman nodded. Her man died early, and the whole family relied on her to set up a stall to support her. Compared with other stall owners, she got up earlier. It would be good to stop the stall earlier and sell an extra sausage. Today, the mountain is closed The tourists and the staff on the mountain were all evacuated. She was still worried that she would not get any money today, but she didn't expect that the basket of things would be sold out at once, and now her daughter's tuition fee for the next semester would be covered.

Everyone felt sad, that is, they were born in the city and lived a carefree life. The people in these high mountains turned their faces to the loess and their backs to the sky. That is to say, now that the tourism industry has developed, they have other income. The new Z country is good .

A car of people all started to praise the motherland. From being oppressed by the great powers to now being huge and powerful, all of them were full of red faces. This was something Junchu had never seen before. Before going up the mountain, he and his master stayed at the foot of the mountain for a thousand years. Tossing and turning around, Anping and prosperity are but fleeting, and the words "prosper the people suffer and die, the people suffer" have exhausted their lives, and the inexhaustible words are sad and bitter, month after month, year after year, and thousands of years.

Jun Chu has never seen them so radiant, full of confidence and anticipation for the future.

Ordinary people who can be wiped out with just a wave of their hands can live with such dignity.

The monks do not practice in the Xianshan Cave Mansion, and work with the police to maintain the safety of mortals.

Even Fei Zang started to set up a small business to support his family.

The world has really changed!

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the glass windows were covered with fog. After wiping them with my hands, the scenery outside the windows became clear again.

The appearance of ice beads hanging on the pine trees in the flying white snow will not get tired of watching it a hundred times, but unfortunately the thick fog has risen, and there is a vast expanse of whiteness five meters away, and it is impossible to distinguish the north from the south.

The salt truck was driving ahead, and the cars carrying tourists were neither fast nor slow.About an hour later, the car stopped at the rest station, and the driver yelled at everyone to go to the toilet and come back quickly. After picking up the last wave of tourists, he also wanted to pick up the staff of the hotel on the mountain.

For Jun Chu, who has lived in Wuyin Mountain, where the aura is elegant and elegant, the air in the car is quite turbid. He is not a delicate person, but he got out of the car with the crowd when he had a chance to breathe fresh air.

Taking a breath of air-conditioning, Zifu, who was in pain, felt a little better.

When he was in Wuyin, he didn't feel how good the air was. When he came to the world, what he missed the most was not the mirror of his junior brother, but the air in Wuyin.

Mingjing, Mingjing, brother, I'm sorry!