Urban Hidden Dragon

Huang Wang rarely minced words when speaking.

Zhang Qingjun has asked twice in a row.

Huang Wan said bluntly, "If you have anything to say, just say it."

Zhang Qingjun paused.

"In Buddhism, there are ascetic sūtras, that is, walking monks. There was once a butcher who put down his butcher knife and became a Buddha immediately, becoming the leader of the sūtras in the world. The man's common name is Huang Mang. It is said that he has received the true biography of Kassapa, a Buddhist. He and you grew up together. There must be some similarities, and it just so happens that that person also knows Di Wuji, and I have also received favors from him."

Huang Wang heard this and said, "What do you want to express?"

"I just wanted to ask if you are the Queen of Benefactors."

Huang Wan asked, "Your benefactor is a monk or a Twelve-headed Buddha. Then how did I come here? Is he a Dandelion?"

Wang Han next to him pretended to wipe his mouth and snickered.

For the first time, I understood Huang Wan’s bad jokes.

However, Zhang Qingjun didn't understand Huang Wan's comedy expression at all.

"Huang Mang used to be a butcher. He got married and had children before converting to Buddhism. How old are you?"

"eighteen."

"Eighteen? So young?"

"Eighteen is still young? How old are you?"

"I'm sixty-seven."

"Sixty-seven? Are you a donkey?"

Wang Han coughed and signaled Huang Wan to stop performing his comedies that ordinary people could not understand.

Zhang Qingjun seemed to have gradually realized something, with a dark face.

Seeing that Huang Wan was about to walk out, Zhang Qingjun said again.

"If you see your father someday, please tell him that I owe him my life."

Huang Wang turned his back to Zhang Qingjun, waved his hand and left the small courtyard.

Wang Han followed behind and looked at Huang Wan's back.

Ever since I was a child, I remember that Huang Wan was already in Shilao Hui. Huang Wan never mentioned his parents. However, every year during the Tomb-Sweeping Festival, Hungry Ghost Festival, Winter Clothes Festival, he would go to an intersection and draw a circle and squat alone. Burn some paper money there and relax for a while.

The eldest sister has told everyone not to ask about their past since they were young, and Huang Wan didn't say anything, so naturally everyone didn't ask too much.

Looking at it now, it seems there is another story.

There are several brothers and sisters.

Except that Wang Han was taken care of by Di Lao since he was born.

The others were more or less able to remember and were taken in as disciples by Di Lao.

What Wang Han knew was that his eldest sister, sixth brother, and eighth brother were all from the big families in the capital, but they were all killed by the six big families.

As for the others, Di Lao never mentioned them, and everyone tacitly ignored them.

It's just that in all these years, no family member has ever come to the door.

That also proves a problem. You may have had a strong background, but it's all in the past.

After getting in the car, I lit a cigarette.

Huang Wan put his arm on the window and looked out the window.

"Old Nine."

"What's wrong, Seventh Brother?"

"One day, Shiitake was hit by Orange. Shiitake scolded you, you idiot, you're blind. Why don't you die? As a result, Orange died. Do you know why?"

Wang Han grimaced and continued.

"What?"

"Because the bacteria want the orange to die, the orange has to die."

Wang Han turned off the air conditioner.

He patted the steering wheel and laughed.

Huang Wan held a cigarette and looked out the window. After an unknown amount of time, Huang Wan seemed to be talking to himself.

"When I was very young, my mother was seriously ill. I had never seen her smile. I tried every means to make her laugh every day. I thought every joke I told was very funny, but every time I finished telling it, I would laugh. Get beaten up by her.

The only time I made her laugh was the day before she left. She wanted to use her last strength to get up and cook me a meal. She asked me what I wanted to eat for lunch, and I said I wanted to have dinner.

She laughed, and fell to the ground with a smile. Seeing her smile, I smiled happily, and pushed her up to continue laughing. Later, I broke my leg while laughing. "

Wang Han saw Huang Wan smiling and asked curiously, "Why can the leg still be broken?"

"My dad beat me."

Wang Han held the cigarette in his hand for a moment.

Huang Wan stretched one hand out of the window to feel the oncoming wind.

“Since then, I’ve had a unique appreciation for humor.”

Huang Wang took a puff of cigarette, "A few days after my mother was buried, my father locked me in the house. He went out to do something. But that day, the enemy came to the door and I was pushed into the water tank and almost drowned. It was the old man who saved me. My dad didn't come home after waiting for several days.

Later, when I inquired about it, I heard that he was killed by his enemies. Later I found out that he was saved by an ascetic. He went home to look for me but could not find me. The house in his hometown was even burned down, and finally he escaped. Entering the empty gate.

The old man took me to meet him once. It was different from the one in the TV series. When he saw me, he said "Amitabha". Later, when we said goodbye, he smiled at me. The smile was the same as the smile my mother smiled when she left. Exactly the same.

But no one broke my legs that day. "

The wind whistled outside the car window.

Huang Wan's head full of big yellow hair was messy by the wind.

The past events were swept to the horizon by the wind passing through the window.

Wang Han looked at Huang Wan.

Some sadness doesn't have to be expressed through crying.

Huang Wan's words made four words flash in Wang Han's mind.

Dependent origin is empty.

Wang Han also thought of what Wu Fa said yesterday about Huang Wan's affinity with Buddhism.

Huang Wan looked at himself in the rearview mirror.

"You said that if I had plastic surgery to look like Zhao Benshan, would it be funny without opening my mouth?"

Wang Han chimed in, "I don't know much about comedy."

"Yes, after all, he is a layman."

The car was speeding.

After arriving in Jiangning City, when he heard that his mother-in-law and her group were leaving, Wang Han turned around and went to see her off.

Send the group away.

Wang Han asked for something from the medicine man. After taking two medicines from Zhu Dong, he drove to the airport and prepared to fly to Xinggu City.

Rescue Lou Ruxue as soon as possible and reunite Zhang Qingjun's family of three, get that thing as soon as possible and deal with the power of the Western world as soon as possible.

Su Qi didn't know what Wang Han was doing in such a hurry.

In order to prevent Su Qi from worrying about things in the West, Wang Han made up a reason and said that Cai Bi was preparing to pay tribute to the superior clan. Wang Han had to go over and watch it personally.

After the plane landed, Cai Bi personally came to pick up Wang Han.

Wang Han went straight to the point and told Cai Bi the plan he had thought up along the way.

The slowest it takes for the Lou family to get to the Cai family is five or six hours. When they get there, they have to check the body and so on. The delay is quite long. In the long run, it can even be ten hours.

The medicine Wang Han got from the medicine man could keep Lou Ruxue in a state of hanging on by a thread for five hours, so as soon as something happened to Lou Ruxue, Cai Bi had to notify the Lou family to come over.

But before that, Cai Bi couldn't avoid telling his father Cai Deheng about this matter.

Cai Deheng still had to think about it for a while, and it had to be delayed for a while, so Cai Bi had to compress this time.

Ask his father to stop thinking for a while and call the Lou family in advance.

The potion can save someone within six hours of death.

Therefore, the time is not very rich, it can only be said to be just right.

No step can be delayed.

The people under Wang Han have already taken over the funeral industry here. When the time comes, they will find a fault and take the body away for cremation. Even if they exchange a jar of ashes, the two of them won't be able to find out. Huang Wan will go there and handle it himself.

Cai Bi pointed the way to Wang Han, and Wang Han disguised himself as Cai Bi's driver and sneaked into Cai's house.

While waiting for Cai Bi to go to work.

A familiar heartbeat suddenly sounded.

In confusion, Wang Han took out the human skin paper that had been lying dormant for several days.