Farming, Learning Martial Arts, and Peace In the World

Fourth of July.

Everything is fine.

Chijia Village ushered in a major event. The Temple of the Earth was built. The laymen of Xingzi Temple held the clay sculpture of Duke Tudi, and placed the clay statue into the shrine under the watchful eyes of the whole village.

Then there was another simple process of disaster relief and blessing, and the sacrificial ceremony of the Earth Temple was officially completed.

There is a monument in front of the temple.

The inscription on the inscription is a list of funds raised by the Temple of the Earth. The top two on the list are "Chi Xiu Tian" and "Chi Xiu Yuan" who donated 500 yuan respectively.

In the next hundreds of households, they all ranged from a few yuan to thirty or fifty yuan, and only four or five donated one hundred yuan.

Chijia Village is a small village with a total population of more than 500 people. Except for the dozen or so households who live on the side of a ridge, the other households are all located at the foot of the surrounding mountains and on both sides of the road.

Send away the lay master Xingziguan.

The villagers came to pay their respects to Lord Tudi, and Chi Qiaosong died after putting on a stick of incense.

"Brother Xiutian, I might ask your Director Komatsu to do me a favor."

"you say."

"My child wants to practice martial arts, and I want to ask Director Komatsu to help him take a class, and let him go to learn martial arts now, otherwise he will be abandoned at home."

"Didn't you go to school?"

"I went, I couldn't answer the questions I asked, I was beaten by the teacher, and then I didn't go to school after being beaten to death."

"Then he entered the martial arts hall, can he practice it? The teacher of the martial arts hall fights people, but he is not as light as the teachers in the school."

"It's okay, it's okay, if you don't practice martial arts well, you won't give in to death."

"Then I'll go back and talk to Xiaosong." Chi's father didn't say no to this small task - Chi Qiaosong's master was the chief lecturer of the Martial Arts Hall, and it was not a problem to be a transfer student.

Father Chi was surrounded by people.

The mother pool and the second aunt were even among the women, and they couldn't make out what they were talking about.

The second uncle was also surrounded by people, and they chatted hotly: "Yuanzi, your clothes are brand goods, right?"

"The Lina brand in my dreams, the one that is often advertised on TV, Komatsu insists on buying me a suit when I go to the mall. I said that I carry a big shovel every day, so what do you want me to wear this brand for."

"Director Komatsu honors you as an uncle. What are you doing without wearing it?"

"You can afford it now."

"Children wear clothes when they buy them. Compared with eating and drinking, they won't fall off when they wear them."

"Yes, yes, Xiao Song is a filial child. Remember that your uncle raised him with **** and urine since he was a child!"

The compliments from the villagers made the second uncle laugh from ear to ear: "I didn't take care of him seriously. I was poor back then, so I gave rice and noodles to eat. But no matter what, my elder brother and sister-in-law were not at home, and I was starving myself. , I can't let my eldest nephew go hungry."

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Chi Qiao Song returned to the mountain.

The little uncle is building a flower bed for the yard. This is the little aunt's idea. She said that everything in the yard is good, but there is no garden, which is too boring and monotonous.

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"I'm back."

"Um."

"What about your dad and the others?"

"I'm doing homework on the side of the road, and it's estimated that I won't be able to come back in a while."

The little uncle is a shrewd person, and smiled: "They have been poor for half their lives. Now that you have a future, you definitely want to be more beautiful in front of your relatives."

"Actually it doesn't make much sense." Chi Qiaosong brought a bucket of cement.

"What is meaning, people, just like Komatsu, you are devoted to martial arts and have a little pursuit of your own." As the little uncle said, he skillfully picked up a red brick.

Use a tile knife to dig up a lump of cement lake, smooth it, shovel off the excess cement at both ends, then build it up, and then knock it with the back of the knife to ensure that the red bricks are flush.

He used to be a man in the city, but now he came to the countryside to farm. Before he had time to plant a few acres, he learned how to wash vegetables and feed chickens, build walls and build roads.

"By the way, Komatsu, I want to ask you something."

"what?"

The little uncle stopped laying bricks and asked curiously, "Who lives in that bamboo house on the mountain?"

"I thought you wouldn't ask, little uncle." Chi Qiaosong smiled.

"Your father is not allowed to ask, but you also know that the little uncle is too curious. If he doesn't ask clearly, he always feels as uncomfortable as a cat scratching in his heart."

"I know."

Chi Qiaosong pondered and said: "It's a hermit in the mountain, and he has some fetters with me. I invite him to come to Chijiashan to sit in town, and I can protect Chijiashan when I'm not there."

The little uncle nodded and asked again, "It can't be one of the four ghosts of Peng Li..."

"How is it possible, the four ghosts of Peng Li are all evil cultivators who kill without blinking an eye, so I don't feel relieved if I take them in." Chi Qiaosong was dumbfounded, even Liu Yuanyuan had been slaughtered, how could it be possible to take in these evil cultivators.

He explained: "It was a Qi practitioner in the mountains. I saved his life. He taught me Qigong and promised to protect Chijiashan for 30 years."

According to legend, there are many qi refiners in the deep mountains who live in isolation and experience nature. Do not deal with the world, concentrate on practicing qigong, and go to retreat for a hundred days at every turn.

The hairless old fox, who lives in the mountains, has stopped eating grains and is convinced.

The little uncle was suspicious: "Is it reliable?"

"Reliable, reliable that can be trusted with life."

The hairless old fox takes shelter under the name of Chi Qiaosong, which means life and death are in his hands, and the reliability is naturally full - unless one day Tu Shan is tired of living alone.

"That's fine, that's fine."

The little uncle was satisfied, whether this answer was credible or not, at least it satisfied his curiosity. And it made him feel more secure.

The several evil and evil cultivating incidents that Yikang has experienced have left him more or less shadowed.

When a person stays on the Chijia Mountain, he always wonders whether there will be some monsters and ghosts rushing out, or a wanted criminal running over and slashing with a knife.

Now Chi Qiaosong makes it clear that there are high-level hermits sheltering on the mountain.

He calmed down.

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The village chief of Chijia Village, with his hands behind his back, glanced at the afterglow of the setting sun falling on the Temple of Earth, with a very satisfied expression.

The Falun Wheel King Liu Changyuan died on a ridge, and the filth from his self-destruction polluted the whole mountain. He was at home at the time, and he was suddenly blown by the filth on his face, and he felt that there were many ghosts in front of him.

He was so frightened that he almost urinated, and the evening was not guaranteed.

Although Xuan Hanzi, the abbot of Xingziguan, fed him a bowl of talisman water to dispel the illusion of ghosts, he still had nightmares from time to time in the night when he slept in a makeshift hotel.

After waiting for a month, the Temple of the Earth was finally built, and the Duke of Earth was welcomed.

The village chief felt that he could finally get a good night's sleep tonight, and walked back to the new house across the road—a new bungalow has been built in the county.

sunset.

The last touch of golden afterglow slowly moved out of the shrine.

As the light disappeared, Duke Tu's smiling face quickly plunged into darkness. Xingziguan's sculpting skills are not very good, and Duke Tu's face is a little crooked, looking a little gloomy in the dark.

Suddenly.

The eyeballs of Duke Tudi's two pen and ink seemed to move slightly.

The next moment, the incense burner placed on the table in front of the shrine, the half of the incense that has not yet been burnt, raises the smoke of birds and birds, and floats into the nostrils of Duke Tudi.

The nostrils are just two hollows on the clay sculpture.

But at this time, the two slumps seemed to be bottomless pits, and the smoke from the incense kept drifting in, and the wind could not blow the smoke away until the whole stick of incense was burned.

Duke Tu's eyes twitched again.

The setting sun was completely blocked by the distant mountains, and the Temple of the Earth fell into darkness. Click to download this site APP, massive novels, free to read!