big antique dealer

Chapter 225 Lotus Seed Chanting

A steady stream of "people" turned out from the other side of the shadow wall.There were men, women and children, the man in black walked in front, and those people followed in a daze, with expressionless faces, step by step.

Yu Maozi pointed at the screen wall and asked, "Have you looked at it? There are many people passing by the path on the right. After a while, everyone walks along the path on the right, keeping their heads down. Don't say anything when anyone calls, and don't look back. Stop, don't look back. If you do, remember, you must not drink that bowl of soup."

Maozi Yu glanced at Zhou Shui again: "Do you remember? If you turn around subconsciously, you won't be able to drink that bowl of soup."

Zhou Shui was a little strange: "Uncle Maozi, why did you ask me alone again? I'm afraid I won't have the strength to concentrate? Don't worry, you just go your own way, and I guarantee that nothing will be missed."

Yu Maozi smiled but said: "Who is calm? I can see it most clearly at this time. The emotions and desires are tied up, and it is up to you to go where you go. Young man, don't talk too early. After a while, I saw the old Meng's house. The three daughters, their legs are not weak, and they can still move, which is good."

Zhou Shui smiled and said, "Uncle Maozi, we've seen many beauties, and we've never messed up. It's not like some people who, with a smiling face, can make three big bowls of ecstasy soup."

Yu Maozi laughed loudly: "Okay, okay, wait for me here. Wait a while, pass the bowl of fragrant soup under your nose, I think you are still stubborn?"

Yu Maozi led the crowd around the screen wall from the path on the right, and everyone lowered their heads.Zhou Shui peeked out of the corner of his eye at the situation of the leader of Yingbi.Zhou Shui has an impression, and this impression comes from a mobile phone photo - a teapot with a long mouth, a log-colored table, a black porcelain bowl on the table, and an old woman sitting behind the table with a calm expression.

However, today’s scene is different from last time’s mobile phone screen. It should be that the world outside the mobile phone’s lens is presented—there are dozens of people with sad faces, and there are still people rushing in. They sighed, shed tears, reluctantly, or begged softly, but no one paid any attention to them. They were all driven by the men in black and crowded around the table on the left.

There were three beauties standing behind the table. They were all dressed as cooks with their cuffs rolled up.Because the crowd covered them, Zhou Shui couldn't see their faces clearly, and saw them pouring soup into a row of black porcelain bowls.The crowd filed past, everyone drank a bowl, and was led out by the man in black yelling at him.

Everyone in Zhoushui lowered their heads and headed east against the flow of people.While walking, suddenly someone shouted from behind: "Zhou Shui, wait, drink a bowl of soup before going."

Zhou Shui was stunned for a moment, and his steps slowed down. Zhou Lao and Yan Jing were also stunned for a moment, and then they were about to stop.

Someone yelled.Zhou Lao and Yan Jing also heard this sound.The difference is that this sound was called by the name of Boss Zhou in the ears of Zhou Lao, and the name of Jing Jing was called in the ears of Yan Jing, so everyone subconsciously slowed down their steps.

After a short delay, everyone immediately woke up, and the rhythm of their feet quickened again.

The voice behind shouted again.Zhou Lao, rigorous as if he had never heard of it, did not stop walking, quickly merged into the reverse flow of people, and disappeared.

But Zhou Shui stopped, because what he heard was Chen Xiaoshu's voice: "Zhou Shui, it's me, help me."

Although Zhou Shui said that he was confused at the moment, he also knew that Xiao Shu would never appear here.Zhou Shui's feet stopped subconsciously.Just listening to Xiao Shu, he shouted again: "Hey, you didn't hear me, help me."

Zhou Shui turned his face involuntarily, and it really was Xiao Shu, standing behind the table, waving to him with a smile.

Zhou Shui didn't turn his head around for a moment: "Why are you here? No, you can't get here either."

"It's a long story, drink your saliva first, and let's talk slowly later."

Xiao Shu handed over a glass of water with his slender and delicate hand.Zhou Shui also felt thirsty.Take it over easily.But Zhou Shui didn't drink it, because a voice subconsciously told him in a trance - this water can't be drunk.

Seeing that Zhou Shui didn't drink, Xiao Shu smiled and scolded him: "There's * in my water, I'll kill you if you drink a certain amount of medicine. Strictness comes first, why don't you chase after him? Hmph..."

Zhou Shui still didn't drink, even though Zhou Shui's brain power was only one-twelfth left at the moment, Yu Maozi's words still lingered in his ears.Zhou Shui put down the cup instead, and said, "Don't rush to drink, let's talk first."

Looking into Xiaoshu's eyes, Zhou Shui said again: "My dharma enlightenment was taught to me by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. If this glass of water is ecstasy soup, once I drink it, the Bodhisattva's teaching will be in vain."

After finishing speaking, Zhou Shui took the bowl and drank it. The bowl reached his mouth, but before the water entered his mouth, a white light flashed in front of his eyes, and a slender palm swung over, knocking the bowl in Zhou Shui's hand to the ground.Looking at the narration again, she has changed her face, she is also a beautiful woman, with a slender figure and a pretty face.She looked at Zhou Shui with a smile, and said, "I'm just trying to test you. The disciples of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas are different—at critical moments, their minds don't fall into chaos. Alright, go, go straight from here to the east, just look at you." Township Terrace, Sansheng Stone, Bianhua, Naihe Bridge, you can walk with your head down, as long as you have the right thoughts, you will be home all the way.”

Zhou Shui bowed deeply: "Thank you, let's just leave it alone, and it will be...indefinitely."

** Poor chuckled softly: "There will be no future. You don't suffer a bit."

Zhou Shui escaped, and Maozi Yu, Mr. Zhou and Yan Jing were waiting for him not far away.Seeing Zhou Shui approaching, everyone heaved a sigh of relief, Mr. Zhou asked, "Aren't you in any trouble?"

"There's a errand, it's a short story, it's all right, just kidding me."

Hearing what Zhou Shui said, Yu Maozi curled his lips, and the words were in his throat: "Blow it, you, Granny Meng, who did you joke with?"

Zhou Shui ignored Yu Maozi, and said to Mr. Zhou and Yan Yan: "The clerk told me that the next road is Wangxiang Terrace, Sansheng Stone, and Naihe Bridge. Let's just bow our heads. As long as we have the right thoughts, we will be home all the way."

Yan Jing didn't understand: "Why don't you have a bad idea?"

Yu Maozi continued: "It's just that his mind is not chaotic. If Xiao Zhou's mind was not chaotic just now, why would he have that name? That... Xiaoshu's appearance is called a demon. If you think about it, you will be troubled." .”

Taking a rigorous look at Zhou Shui, Zhou Shui blushed.

Since you only walk with your head down, the road below will be easier to walk.The three of them didn't dare to look up, they just stared at Maozi Yu's heels and walked all the way.After walking for an unknown amount of time, Yu Maozi in front stopped.

The three of Zhou Shui also stopped.Yu Maozi said: "This Huangquan road is considered to be over. If you go further, it's up to the gods to return to the sun. It's the world. I can't go any further, let's just say goodbye."

Thank you very much Zhou Lao.

Don't pass Yu Maozi, the three of you will go forward.The road was still the same road, and the three of them turned a corner. Just as they turned the corner, they felt a blur in front of their eyes, and a puff of fog came out of nowhere.In the blink of an eye, when he opened it again, the scene in front of him changed - Zhou Shui found himself lying on the bed in the wing room of Old Motou's house.Looking to the side, Yan Jing was looking at him with wide-open eyes, his eyes met, and the two let out a sigh of relief at the same time.

Zhou Shui immediately jumped out of bed again, opened the door, the sun was in the east, and there was a good sunshine outside the door.In the kitchen, Old Mo was cooking, and Ruyu was doing activities in the yard stretching his arms and legs.Zhou Shui yelled in the direction of the main room: "Dad...."

From the main room, Mr. Zhou replied in a low voice: "It's okay, it's fine."

Yan Jing came out of the house, and Mr. Zhou also came out soon.The three of them looked at each other and smiled, and didn't say a word, they just went to wash up.

After washing, Lao Motou was served earlier.Everyone gathered around the table to eat, and Lao Mo spoke first, and he said in a serious manner: "Last night, I got a letter, which was passed down from above, and there were only two sentences: If you are like this, what is the virtue of Tianyi? The Zhou family is very lucky for this beautiful child!"

I understand these words carefully. If you evaluate a granddaughter-in-law from the perspective of a grandfather, these few words can be said to be beyond the standard.Yan Jing had tears in his eyes, choked with sobs, and seemed to be talking to himself: "Grandpa, how dare you make your granddaughter-in-law like you?"

But Mr. Zhou took the words: "Dare to be. My son, Dad will say something for your grandfather: If you have a woman like you, there will be no trouble in this life. Son, you are not only a prosperous husband, but also a Wang family and a Wang family!"

Tears rolled down the rigorous lines.

Zhou Shui suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly took out a note from his pocket.This piece of paper is exactly the piece of paper that Ji Bingrui gave Zhou Shui. Ji Bingrui said that everything he wants to ask is here.

Open the paper, there are not many words on it, and what is written is a poem.At this moment Zhou Lao and Yan Jing also put down their bowls and chopsticks.Zhou Shui read the title of the poem first: "Lian Zi Yin."

Elder Zhou said softly, "This letter of poetry is for you. Lianzi, Lianzi means Lianzi, which means grandson."

Zhou Shui reads the poem:

A glimpse of Changji Qingliu
water comes out

Just read the wind and rain move by the sky

I am more fond of my hometown and planted in the sun

Encong long day

Love until autumn night sigh frost white

If you want to bake home wine with remnant chrysanthemum

to say old age to the flesh and blood
"It's good to say old age to the flesh and blood," Zhou Shui chanted softly, and the voice of grandpa gradually emerged again, and two lines of tears could not help but flow down slowly.

After breakfast, Mr. Zhou first arranged for Mr. Mo and Yan Jin to buy joss sticks and ingots to burn for Yu Maozi and Ji Bingrui.Zhou Shui and Mr. Zhou said: "Grandpa Ji Bingrui asked me to pass something to Ji Lao Liu. I will do this first, and then I will see if Pi Shen is here for breakfast."

Ji Laoliu was leaving the breakfast stall, leaning against the bed, his head hanging in disgust.There was no one eating at the stall, so Zhou Shui picked a clean stool and sat down, calling out to Ji Lao Liu: "First serve a bowl of oatmeal."

When Ji Lao Liu saw that it was Zhou Shui, he became excited. He took a bowl of soy milk and offered it to Zhou Shui. Eat breakfast, and have no money, let me get kicked out."

While drinking soymilk, Zhou Shui expressed involuntarily, "I heard that Lao Ji's family smoked curds are famous. You have to use pine wood or sawdust to smoke them?"

Ji Lao Liu was quite surprised: "Yes, how do you know?"

Zhou Shui smiled: "Is your grandfather Ji Bingrui?

Ji Bingrui has been dead for more than 20 years, and the villagers have almost forgotten his name. Zhou Shui mentioned it, which surprised Ji Laoliu.Ji Lao Liu stared at Zhou Shui: "Damn, who did you hear this from? How do you, a foreigner, know my grandfather's name?"

Zhou Shui said: "Don't inquire about it, even I don't know what's going on. Just listen to it: you can't use corn bones to smoke pig's trotters, because it smells bad if you don't have pine wood to chop firewood. Use sawdust."

Ji Laoliu looked suspicious: "What do you mean? I didn't understand."

Zhou Shui smiled bitterly: "It's still your grandfather who has the foresight. Don't get angry after telling me...do you recognize that lame man?"

Ji and Lao Liu stared: "Which bastard is chewing his tongue, no one has mentioned it in 30 years..."

Zhou Shui interrupted Ji Lao Liu: "Damn, don't swear, be careful to be hurt in your dreams at night. I brought the message. It's up to you whether you listen to it or not. This letter is the person I mentioned just now who asked me to I brought it here. I also said that Lao Ji’s smoked meat, what a name it is, it’s in your hands.”

Ji Laoliu looked surprised, but he believed it—this man said that he was juggling, and it seemed that it was more than just juggling.

(End of this chapter)