God Killer

() The agreed third update!

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The old man gritted his teeth, and the veins popped on his forehead and said, "Forget it, I will pay you to the end. How about a dollar? I will sell you this secret book of cultivating immortals that can slay demons and eliminate demons, and live forever. How about it?"

What can a dollar buy now?A bottle of soda costs two or three yuan, and a stick of chewing gum costs one yuan and five yuan.

Hearing this, the young man was a little hesitant, so he had to look at the bronzing script in the old man's hand. The binding was extremely crude, and the paper was even rougher. The quality was similar to that of the ten-yuan brick novels on the street, but it was too thin. There are only a few thin pages. On the cover, there is a picture of a person sitting cross-legged, with his eyes closed. It seems that he wants to pretend to be profound, but the painting is too rough. A snake with densely packed tadpole writing on the side, as if a child's clumsy pen had randomly scratched it out. One dollar is really not much, and the young man was a little tempted, but seeing how bad the cover painting was, he immediately shook his head and firmly Said: "Don't buy!"

The old man's expression turned ferocious, and he watched parents leading their children approaching behind him, and another street sweeper pushing a cart and broom in the distance, sneezing as he walked, cursing the overloaded workload brought about by the heavy snow , the old man clenched his fists tightly, as if he had made a huge determination, he grabbed a piece of sweet potato from the round stove and said, "How about a book plus a piece of sweet potato and a dollar? If you want to miss this great opportunity , you can buy it or not!"

The young man was stunned for a moment, and without any hesitation, he quickly found out all the money in the shoulder pocket he was protecting just now. The wrinkled bills were put together, and there was only ninety cents. The young man looked at it pitifully. He glanced at the sweet potato, then shook his head and turned around to leave. It could be seen that the young man at this time wanted to buy it out of ten, but he couldn't afford it after all.

The corner of the old man's mouth twitched, he quickly called the young man back, snatched the ninety cents from the young man, stuffed the sweet potato and "Gold Swallowing**" to the young man, and waved his hands angrily, "Get out, get out, How embarrassing your parents are to tell you to take ninety cents to go out, and still starve to death at school at noon?"

The young man was holding a hot sweet potato in his little hand that was red from cold, and his ugly face was full of smiles. He bowed to thank the old man, and ran away with the sweet potato in his hand, causing the old man to chase him for hundreds of meters. Re-stuffed the "Gold Swallower" that the young man dropped on the ground while holding the sweet potato, and then walked back panting, cursing and cursing as he walked, the old man looked like an old hooligan in the market , how can there be a little bit of simplicity?

The young man rolls hot sweet potatoes with a thin "Gold Swallowing Potato" with only a dozen pages, and eats them as he walks. His mouth is full of yellow flesh, and he smiles happily. It seems that he hasn't eaten such delicious and sweet things in his family for a long time. The young man didn't notice at all that the pictures and tadpole-like words on the "Gold Swallowing Beast" were slowly becoming thinner, gradually melting into his hands, and finally disappearing without a trace, turning into a completely The most common and cheap straw paper...

At some point behind the old man, a man covered with tattoos appeared. The man was wearing very thin clothes in the snowy day. He wore a worn-out vest, an old leather jacket, and a pair of jeans with holes everywhere. Belt and leather shoes, pulling a trolley case behind him, messy long hair hanging on his shoulders, a pair of dead eyes on a thin face, and stubble beard, looks like he just took a long train journey .It would be a waste of an outfit not to have a broken guitar on its back.

"I bet, there's still five yuan in that little guy's sock! Dad, you lost your business because of your old eyesight!"

The old man seemed taken aback by the tattooed man's words, turned his head and saw the tattooed man, then patted his chest and said, "Erlang, I have already said, don't stand quietly behind others, you old man, I have a bad heart, say Maybe one day I'll be scared to death by you."

"Do you want me to help you snatch the money back in his socks?" The tattooed man looked at the boy's back and asked solemnly, obviously not joking, but would actually go forward to snatch the money hidden in a primary school student's socks. five dollars.

"Forget it, forget it, these days the road is like shit, there are too few rare people, and the great fate is in front of you, but it is not as attractive as a piece of sweet potato. I think that before Zhu Xiaozi became the emperor, How hot is our road business? Why is it so desolate?" The old man's triangular eyes were full of nostalgia, as if he had personally experienced such a long time ago.

"Since it's a lost deal anyway, wouldn't it be over if you just slapped the book into his body? Why did you take so much trouble?" the tattooed man known as Erlang asked knowingly.

The old man stuffed his hands into his sleeves, wiped his red nose with his blackened yellow sleeves, then picked up the inferior hand-rolled cigarettes that were extinguished after taking two puffs from the stall, touched his body but Unable to find the lighter, Erlang twirled his fingers lightly, and a flame burst out from between his fingers. The old man put his hands together and lit the cigarette. He took a deep breath, coughed a few times, and then sighed: "Selling the road is a business. , can be compensated, but absolutely can’t be recovered at all. Since it’s a business, you can only buy and sell. Karma is the most mysterious thing. Now I’m telling you that you don’t understand this. The older you are, the more afraid you are of Karma , How did that sentence come from? Bodhisattvas are afraid of cause, and ordinary people are afraid of result. Buying and selling will not be contaminated by cause and effect, which is good for everyone.”

"What is cause and effect? ​​You have been peddling the Dao for hundreds of years, and you haven't seen you get rich, let alone see any benefits for you. You said that you are selling this Dao for any use?"

The old man said nothing, just smiled, but the smile was a bit bitter and forced.

"By the way, why did you come to me? Our father and son should never see each other!" The old man suddenly turned to look at the tattooed man.

The tattooed man curled his lips and said, "We just had a drink last week, now you say we'll never see each other again, and you don't want to pay back the money you owe me?"

The old man smiled naively and said, "Isn't it just and right for you to show respect to Lao Tzu?"

"Worry, I don't have any money. This time I took a bus to come here and spent all the few hundred yuan I had. I came here to see that you can have a good meal. Now it seems that the only thing you can do is eat sweet potatoes." share!"

"What's wrong with sweet potatoes? My favorite is sweet potatoes! I'm the best at roasting sweet potatoes." The old man patted the sweet potato stove and said proudly.

"Pull it down, the rest of us have been eating sweet potatoes with you since we were young, and now we have to spit out sour water when we hear the word sweet potato. I remember when I was young, the third child ate too much sweet potato and couldn't poop. It was me. I poked it out with a stick..."

"Ah!" The old man sneezed hard, rubbed his nose and didn't speak.

"Don't be unwilling to listen, the three of us have farted wherever we went from snacking on sweet potatoes, and our stomach is bloating and acid reflux, all of these are your fault!"

As he said that, the tattooed man squeezed the half-smoked cigarette from the old man's mouth, put it in his mouth, and smoked the cigarette in one puff. The small half of the cigarette butt on the fingertips of the man with lower body.

The tattooed man flicked the cigarette butts, raised his head and closed his eyes, as if he was enjoying the pleasure brought by the cigarette. After 3 minutes, the tattooed man slowly exhaled a long smoke, like a stick placed across the tattoo. The man's lips were smooth, and then the wind swept away, and the stick collapsed and the billowing smoke suddenly went away.

"That guy joined the Sixth Division of Business."

"that?"

"The one who can't poop, third child!"

After the old man lost his mind for a moment, he smiled honestly and said: "This kid is getting more and more promising, just follow his mother!"

"I guess the first thing he did was to catch you, run!" the tattooed man pulled the suitcase and turned to leave. He had been on the bus for four or five hours, and he just came and passed on this sentence.

The old man stood alone in the street, with his hands in his cuffs, and a pair of triangular eyes looking at his second son who was going away in the snow. Cause and effect! The old man was afraid of consequences back then, but planted causes everywhere, tsk tsk, evil consequences are everywhere in old age!"

As he said that, the old man took out the stack of books from under the trolley, and patted them casually. The brand-new stack of books instantly turned into straw paper, and all the text and graphics on it disappeared.

Then the old man picked a sweet potato from the round furnace, held it in both hands, and ate it as he walked, getting farther and farther away from the trolley, and soon disappeared into the snow, a gust of wind blew through, and the trolley was shattered...

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Those who don't give it to collection, those who hide their tickets and laugh badly, will eat sweet potatoes all day tomorrow!