The most bullish Taoist temple in history

Chapter 96, Medal, Glory
"You are really interesting, young man." The old lady Feng Yanying giggled.

"Snatching money that shouldn't be obtained can be regarded as a small punishment." Li Yu said confidently, without the slightest bit of guilt after fooling someone, why would he want an extra 100.

It is impossible to give more, and it is impossible to give more in this life. Only fools can maintain the appearance of life.

"Speaking of which you are curious about this thing"

"Yes, yes, as soon as he comes, he will be able to take us away. It's amazing. We arrived in no time. I remember the way from my house to here before. It took a long, long time, and it took a few days to get there."

Feng Yanying is like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden, she is full of curiosity everywhere, looking at the car from time to time, and from time to time looking at the surrounding renovated buildings and asphalt roads, she wants to touch them, but as a soul body, she cannot touch them something.

"That thing is called Didi Taxi, a means of transportation that we can call with our mobile phones."

"Brother, take a ride? Is this what a car is like? It's called a car. I heard my son say it before. It's amazing." Feng Yanying looked at the cars parked on the road and said, "These cars are the same as the cars I've seen. It’s different, and the roads are wider than before. After only a few years, I don’t know anything anymore.”

Li Yu: "."

Li Yu faintly guessed something bad, frowned and said, "May I ask, when were you born?"

"Ah, I. Ah." Feng Yanying smiled: "I don't know, I don't have much cultural knowledge."

"Then do you know, who was the ruler at that time, that is, the emperor?"

"Then I know." Feng Yanying said: "At the beginning, it was the Qing Dynasty, and later it became Manchukuo here. At that time, I still remember that the emperor was..."

Li Yu fell into silence, just watching Feng Yanying talking to herself.

Made a mistake before.

Li Yu subconsciously thought that Feng Yanying was from this era, or from the last century, but she didn't expect such a huge difference.

The old lady Feng Yanying was not from this era, but was born in that war-torn era.

"What's wrong with you? Let's go home, we want to go home." Feng Yanying seemed a little impatient, eager to go home.

The way home is more like a kind of obsession. Even if the world is changed and time changes, you can still rely on some kind of connection to find its existence.

"Let's go back to Taishan Yinli to rest first, your spiritual body is a bit unstable."

The old lady Feng Yanying was very obedient and returned to Taishan Yinli.

Li Yu walked into the neighborhood that Feng Yanying remembered.

This is a poor township, but because of poverty, it still retains the style of the last century, and the changes have not been great.

Since it was already five o'clock in the morning, people in the neighborhood got up early and planned to start a day's work.

Li Yu followed Feng Yanying's memory and walked into the block.

When the people in the block saw an unfamiliar Taoist priest Li Yu coming in, they all looked inside curiously. I found an old man who looked quite old but was in good spirits, but the old man's eyes were very fierce, looking gloomy like a vulture, very unpleasant.

"Hello, I'm here to find someone" The biggest difference between a small town and a city is that everyone knows each other without looking up.

"Who are you looking for?" The old man looked puzzled.

"Come to see Feng Yanying's relatives."

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The old man dropped all the firewood on the ground, and looked at Li Yu vigilantly: "How do you know this name? Are you pretending to be her family?"

"I just want Ms. Feng Yanying to return home. So, can you let me know where Ms. Feng Yanying's descendants are now? As long as they are descendants, it is fine." Li Yu did not ask for Feng Yanying's grandchildren.

The old man flung a face and shook his head.

"do not know."

Saying that, the old man gestured to leave.

If you say you don't know who will believe this posture, Li Yu said again with a speechless face.

"I'm from Fangsheng Town, if you really know, I hope you can tell me."

The old man hesitated this time, and the expression on his face seemed to be struggling with something.

Finally said.

"Hmph, then follow me."

The old man is very strong, carrying a bamboo basket and hatchet to walk the mountain road without panting at all, and wearing a single suit is enough to keep out the cold. Li Yu feels that if it is his current physique, he needs to wear an extra piece of clothing to survive the cold. Against the cold.

Through the sweaty single clothes, Li Yu could still vaguely see the scars and wounds on the old man's body. There were countless small wounds, and there was even a horizontal scar, which was only a few centimeters away from the vitals.

Name: Wu Chang

Sex: Male
Race: human

Remarks: Scars are medals, and medals are glory.

"Aren't you afraid? I'll bring you to this barren mountain, where birds don't shit, and no one will save you even if you shout your throat." Wu Chang suddenly turned to look at Li Yu and said, "It's said that poor mountains and evil waters Out of trouble, people outside don't have a good impression of our poor town."

Wu Chang's words are more like a joke than a reality. From an economic point of view, this small county may be too poor. While the people are simple and honest, there are more people who have evil intentions and want to take evil ways. .

Li Yu smiled lightly.

"Scars are medals, and medals are honors. There are as many scars on your body as there are honors. Why should I be afraid of a person whose honor is engraved on his body?"

Wu Chang said after a moment of silence.

"It's really rare. When I moved to this town, everyone was afraid of me. I was born with such eyes. What can I do? Actually, I don't want to come here. Who told me that my hometown has been destroyed long ago, and my family members are also afraid of me. Died in the chaos, I can only follow my best friends, take them home to have a look, and settle here by the way, and watch the hometown with them."

On the barren hill, a small grave, three incense sticks, and a pot of shochu.

Two tombstones with a small white cloth hanging from a tree branch.
The tomb of Yan Ying, an infantryman of the 655 regiment.

The tomb of Yan Hai, an infantryman of the 655 regiment.

Wu Chang squatted down, opened the lid of the shochu, and spilled the mellow liquor on the tombstone.

"The day before the two of them died, the father and son were still thinking about going home to see grandma and mother. They were still praying that the flames of war would not come to this side. They joined the army on the same day and died as well. On the same day."

Wu Chang wiped his eyes, and knocked on Fang Hai's tombstone and said.

"This guy was still a virgin before he died, and he has no heirs at all."

(End of this chapter)