Tang's dining table

At the beginning of Yun Chu, when Wen Wen met the old god, he happened to have a little baby in his hand.

The old god placed the baby, who looked to be less than a year old, on the table covered with thick cotton cushions. His big hands covered with brown age spots kept rubbing the baby's belly.

The child had skinny limbs and a big belly. After being rubbed by the old god's big hands for a while, the crying baby gradually stopped crying and instead opened its small mouth and howled at the old god.

The old god also yelled along, as if he could really understand what the child was saying.

The old god's hands seemed to be a little strong. Wherever his hands touched, the child's skin quickly turned from red to white, and immediately returned to blood color.

At this time, a piece of pure black feces slowly emerged from the baby's feces. This piece of feces was extremely dry. It was half a foot long before it fell into the wooden bucket that the old god placed under the table. Then, streams of yellowish-brown feces poured out fiercely like a reservoir opening, mixed with a series of loud farts.

The stench filled the air, and Yun Chu quickly took a step back. As for Wen Wen, he had already rushed out of the room and was vomiting while holding on to the pines and cypresses in the yard.

Yunchu wanted to open the window, but was stopped by the old Taoist Tong Mingyue, saying that the child could not see the wind at this time.

When he looked at the child again, Yun Chu found that his big belly was gone, and what was exposed was his washboard-like ribs...

When the sun went down, the old god ended his pediatric diagnosis and treatment session for the day.

Yun Chu felt that the past three hours had been a kind of torture for this man who was over a hundred years old.

When the old immortal came out of the room, his navy blue robe was still stained with specks of feces.

Taking a small teapot from Yunchu's hand, he sucked up the tea inside like a whale sucking water.

Sitting on the wicker chair that was gently pushed towards me, I closed my eyes slightly to relax.

"Those who are not destined by destiny do too many important things and are easily punished by God."

Hearing the old god speak these words slowly, both Yun Chu and Wen Wen were shocked.

"How to escape?" Yun Chu asked softly.

Sun Simiao opened his eyes, looked at Yun Chu warmly and said, "Why do you want to escape?"

Yun Chu said: "Because we are not destined."

Sun Simiao sighed and said, "No one knows who the destined one is now."

Wen Wen frowned and said, "Isn't it Your Majesty?"

Sun Simiao shook his head and said: "Twelve years ago, Li Chunfeng said that the destined people were Yin people. Two years ago, Li Chunfeng said that the Tang Dynasty had a long spirit and the Yin people were fading away. When His Majesty moved the capital to Luoyang, Li Chunfeng said that the crape myrtle moved eastward and Chang'an became the If the turbid Qi invades, the earth's veins will be exhausted within a hundred years. A few days ago, Li Chunfeng said that Chang'an's earth Qi is unobstructed and there are signs of heroic Qi flourishing.

This little Taoist priest, whose words used to be somewhat credible, has repeatedly slapped himself in the mouth for more than ten years.

I don’t know if what he said is true or false.

However, one thing the veteran knows is very clear, no one can predict the future unless the way of heaven is revealed.

Li Chunfeng wants to clarify the earth's energy and has been studying the wind recently. Unfortunately, he has always wanted to find the limelight, but he has found nothing.

Monk Xuanzang said that he once saw a celestial secret in the vast sea, but no one could understand those secrets.

Just five days ago, Li Chunfeng burned "Tui Bei Tu", a book he co-authored with fortune teller Yuan Tiangang. He had kept this book secret for many years. Five days ago, he took it out and burned it.

Daomen was about to go south to avoid disaster. Xuanzang invited him to go west together, but he refused. Xuanzang said that he would die if he went south. Li Chunfeng said that Xuanzang would definitely die if he went westward.

In other words, these two people with great supernatural powers were both confused about the future. When no one could convince the other, the two became crazy. A Buddhist great man and a Taoist master beat each other. .

Yun Chu, Gentle, although the old Taoist has been cultivating Taoism all his life, I pay more attention to the art of Qihuang. However, just recently, the old Taoist woke up twice in the middle of the night. This has never happened in a hundred years.

If it weren't for the veteran's hard work, he would have thought that the end was coming.

Before the strong wind comes, the birds will throw themselves into the forest, before the earth dragon turns over, all the beasts will run around in panic.

Yunchu, gentle, from tomorrow onwards, come to the ground, hide among the people, forget your achievements, put away your minions, and learn how to be an ordinary person.

Since ancient times, there have been countless disasters on the land of China, including collapses of the sky, ruptures of the earth, floods, and countless heroes, emperors, and generals who have died without a burial place. However, the people have survived, and you must learn their survival techniques. "

After the old immortal finished speaking, he fell into a deep sleep. Yun Chu took the blanket and covered him with it.

He and Wen Wen left the old god's residence together.

When they went out, they found that the crowd outside the old fairy residence had dispersed, and only the content on the sign on the wall changed to - Gynecology.

Yun Chu led the bay red horse and said to Wen Wen angrily: "What will happen?"

Wen Wen shook his head and said, "I don't know, but you must listen to what the old god says."

Yun Chu said angrily: "I don't like these nonsense things the most. I don't even believe in the things of Li Chunfeng and Master Xuanzang."

Wen Wen looked at Yun Chu strangely and said, "What are you going to do tomorrow?"

Yun Chu said: "Feed the horses, chop firewood, and care about the prices of grain and vegetables."

Wen Wen nodded and said, "I'm going to be a prodigal son running around in brothels."

"Where's Di Renjie?"

"He'd better solve the case he'll never be able to solve."

"Where's Zhong Kui?"

"Keep holding his Mo Dao and stand in the wind, trying to kill the ghosts in the wind."

"What should I do in Chang'an?"

"Chang'an is Chang'an, we have done what we can, shouldn't the rest be the business of Chang'an people themselves?

Don't forget, you will be a groom from tomorrow, I will be a prodigal, Di Renjie will be a policeman, and Zhong Kui will be a magic stick.

We become the person we want to be. No matter how much we do, I'm afraid it will strike me when thunder strikes. "

Yunchu thought this arrangement was good, so he rode his bay-red horse home.

In the past ten years, Chang'an City has learned how to operate...

At dawn the next day, Fei Jiu watched in horror as the county official was shirtless and holding a huge mountain ax to chop firewood for his family.

Judging from the firewood piled on the wall, he had been chopping firewood for a long time. What Fei Jiu couldn't understand the most was that the lady wrapped her hair in a handkerchief and couldn't walk smoothly with Yunjin, Yunjin and the road. Yun Luan collects firewood.

Although he was very worried that the county magistrate would fire him as a servant who was responsible for chopping firewood and looking after the door, but the county magistrate's upper body, which was soaked with sweat, looked as good-looking as if he had been chopped with a knife and an axe.

Fei Jiu couldn't help but watch for a while, until he found that Cui Yao was also watching with interest, then he said to Yun Chu with a slumped face: "Is there no firewood at home?"

Yun Chu put down the ceremonial ax that he brought from the Western Regions and was used exclusively by Han generals, and said calmly: "I just want to chop firewood, don't I?"

Fei Jiu took a look at the bay horse that was spotlessly clean and wandering around the yard, took a breath and said, "You even washed the horse. Looking at the bay horse's belly, you must have fed this guy breakfast, right?"

Yun Chu nodded and said: "From now on, be a happy person, chop wood, feed horses, and care about the prices of grain and vegetables."

Fei Jiu looked at the sun that had risen ten feet high and said, "Shouldn't you go to the county government to sit in court now?"

Yun Chu wiped the sweat from his abdominal muscles and said with a smile, "I won't go."

After saying that, he continued to pick up the ax to chop wood.

Perhaps it was because the Marquis looked good chopping firewood that the whole family gathered around to watch the Marquis chop firewood. Naha watched for a while and then specifically asked Fei Jiu to find more firewood so that her brother could chop more firewood.

If chopping firewood, feeding horses, and washing horses in the morning were taking away Fei Jiu's job, then when he put on his apron and started making breakfast for his family, the Yun family's cooks Fei San and Fei Si were so scared that their souls flew away. gone.

Especially when they saw Madam entering the kitchen to help the Marquis, both of them burst into tears looking at Ms. Cui, and no one could stop her.

Naha stole a fried dough stick that her brother had just fried, and then Li Si also sneaked in and stole one.

The two fried dough sticks were divided into four, but there was no one for Yun Jin, so Yun Jin went in and stole one and ate it herself.

Yun's breakfast was as rich as ever, but the whole family ate it carefully, and even the sound of eating porridge was no longer as loud as Xili's snoring.

After breakfast, Li Si, Yun Jin, and Yun Jin began to attend class under the supervision of Cui Yao. This time, even if Li Si’s favorite butterfly appeared on the window, the bird that Yun Jin had always wanted, Yun Jin’s favorite Even though the roses were blooming, they could not shake the three people's determination to study.

Yun Chu, who was wearing coarse cloth clothes, and Yu Xiurong, who was also wearing linen clothes, held Yun Luan, who was also dressed as a commoner child, and went out holding an umbrella.

They look very much like a young couple carrying their son back to their parents' home.

As soon as he arrived at Zhuque Street, Yunchu felt a little regretful, because there were so many people who came to Zhuque Street to see the copper bulls. In just a few days, the eight copper bulls that had been erected were already worn out by people. bright colors.

Everyone wants to embrace a wealthy family.

What's more, there are more than just millions of people here.

The reason why these people say that these copper bulls are the wealth of the family is entirely because the county official said that these copper bulls belong to everyone in Chang'an City.

Therefore, it is very appropriate for the owner to hug and touch his own wealth...

Just like Sun Shenxian said, when Yunchu and his wife walked into the crowd with their son in their arms, no one could recognize him as the famous county magistrate, even though his face did not change at all.

Yu Xiurong stroked the copper bull and said to Yun Chu: "That's not what the old god said."

Yun Chu said: "Before you learn the essence of the old god's words, you might as well follow the literal meaning of the old god.

I believe that as time goes by, I will naturally know the true meaning of the old god’s words. "

"Husband, tell me, are you Master Xuanzang's biological son?"

"no."

"How do you know you're not? Selema's mother picked you up right after you were born, so it doesn't matter what you say."

"Why do you suddenly ask about this matter again?"

"I think it should be, otherwise the old god wouldn't say those weird things to you."

"Why are those words strange?"

"Because I feel that what the old god said should be told to your majesty, the queen, or the prince, rather than to your husband and Wen Wen.

At least, the person destined by destiny, the person to whom destiny belongs, has nothing to do with her husband or Wen Wen. "