Chapter 5

There is no Jiazi in the mountains, and it has been thousands of years in the world.

Meng Lao and Munna, this special combination, has become a unique scenery of the college. Like Meng's diligence, Meng Fuzi's laziness is known to everyone. The students of the whole college and even the monks in the temple know that the "Meng Lao family's lazy" can sit and never stand, lie down and never sit, and Meng Lao will never walk, let alone the heavy work of making tea, cooking, laundry and cleaning.

"My lazy is very diligent. He beat me on the back last night!" Meng Lao smiled like the purple myrtle on his head. It's hot. It's really hard for him to sleep, and his face is sweaty every time. It's cold in the mountains at night, but it doesn't matter. It's miserable during the day. Every day at noon, he has to guard him for a while, shake the fan for him, and let him sleep soundly.

The masters looked at each other in con's sight and snickered, saying that no one believed Meng Lao's back for Lazy, but in turn, no one could believe it. Mr. Qian, who has always been strict, also raised his head from a thick brick book and said with a smile, "How many times have you pounded it?"

Meng Lao smiled and proudly compared his two fingers, "Two times!"

The masters fell to the ground with a smile, and even the book in Qianfuzi's hand fell on their legs. They even shook their heads, "Your lazy is really diligent!"

Meng Lao also wanted to take this opportunity to correct everyone's prejudice against his lazy family. As soon as he opened his mouth, he was ready to hit him with a fist. He quickly caught it and came to him and said with a smile, "Are you awake? Do you want to drink some water?"

Mana gave him a look at him, "Don't say a few words, no one treats you as a mute!" It was his own. Last night, in order to abduct the right to develop his backyard, he coaxed and cheated, and finally let him nod. Finally, he lay down on the broad body, and he was discouraged first. Although a lazy snake and a dragon were the same in size, there was a world of difference. It took him a lot of effort just to climb on his back and put his posture. He remembered that he had to work hard later. His scalp was numb and his body was soft. He fell off his back and simply relieved. Lie down and enjoy his thoughtful service.

Meng Lao was inexplicably scolded by him, and his face suddenly collapsed. He said goodbye to the masters with fists. Meng Na sighed and shouted loudly, "I want to eat noodles in the evening."

Meng Lao suddenly turned around and looked into his smiling eyes. His two thick eyebrows raised high, "That's not easy. Wait!"

Walking on the gravel path in the kitchen, the abbot and Lv Shanchang were talking and laughing. They came face to face. Meng Lao hurriedly stood by the roadside and bowed respectfully. The abbot nodded and smiled, "Meng Lao, you asked me a few days ago. The magic doctor has been found. He saw my letter and is coming to the Hanging Mountain."

Meng Lao was surprised and happy, and bowed deeply, "Thank you, abbot!"

Lv Shanchang laughed and said, "If there is a happy magic doctor, even if the king of the day of the day comes to pull people in person, he is not afraid!" Meng Lao, you take good care of Mencius these days. Don't make him tired. To be honest, I was shocked to hear about this. Mencius is lazy and kind. How can he have a grudge against others and kill him? Meng Lao, you usually let him go, coax him more, and let him live a happy life in the college.

Meng Lao frowned and said with a serious look, "Mountain leader, I remember!"

It seems that there are not only two people who know this good news. Meng Lao just rubbed the noodles, and Lele, who has food everywhere, came out of nowhere. His face was full of black dust, and there were still large black dandruffs at the corners of his mouth. He looked at the big basin, swallowed his saliva, and smiled flatteringly: " Meng Jiaoxi, are you making noodles or dumplings? Can I exchange it with you with good news?

Meng Lao touched his face, gathered the color of his cat's face, patted the flour on his hands, and smiled, "If you have something to say, go to my house for noodles in the evening. My lazy person wants to eat it."

Le Le God mysteriously approached his ear and whispered, "I heard the young master say that he was looking for my grandfather. He ordered someone to escort him to the Hanging Mountain. It's still two or three days away!"

"Great!" Meng Lao clapped his palm, and Lele was half short. When he stood up with a bitter face, Meng Lao had already waved his two white claws and ran to the library, leaving only a vague back.

Lele ran home. As soon as he washed his face in the courtyard, the firewood door creaked open. He looked up and saw that the old man who came in had hair like weeds, his clothes were ragged, and his face was dusty with a smile. The ladle in his hand fell to the ground, rushed over, hugged the old man and cried loudly, "Grandpa, you're finally here!"

Leyou pulled his bun out of his arms and said with a smile, "Good grandson, do you have anything to eat?"

"What else can you do besides eating!" Le Leru, a cat who was stepped on its tail, jumped up with its teeth and claws, "I'll give you a baked sweet potato, and I'll eat it later!"

Leyou smiled and his eyebrows trembled, "My grandson is so powerful that he can't be hungry anywhere. Where's your master?"

"Class!" Lele answered angrily. He scooped up the ladle and poured it on him. He gritted his teeth and said, "Why don't wash it quickly, dirty ghost, don't involve me being scolded together later!"

Leyou screamed, thinking left and right, or went to take a shower and change clothes obediently. When he appeared in a clear air, Lele was playing happily with the two dogs. Leyou's eyes suddenly grew and shouted, "Dog meat!"

Dahu Xiaohu seemed to understand his words and took two steps back warily and barked at him. Lele grabbed a shoe and threw it at him. He gritted his teeth and said, "This is the dog of the college. Meng Jiaoxi took the patrol!"

Leyou touched his head and said with a smile, "Grandson, which immortal is this Meng Fuzi? So many people are dispatched to find me?"

"You're really right. He's called a lazy fairy!" Lele glanced at him, "Didn't you say that the friendship is vast? Don't you even know him?"

Leyou didn't win his fierce plan. He frowned slightly, sighed, flicked his long eyebrows, and said with a long smile, "Lele, good grandson, where did you just say about eating?"

Lele grabbed his beard and shouted strangely, "Just want to eat!" You threw me to the face of the king of death. After walking for a few years, I didn't think about whether I would be frozen and hungry or bullied by him..." With that, his eyes turned red. He squatted down and hugged his knees and sobbed softly.

Le You smiled and said, "Good grandson, aren't you doing well? Although the child is noble and quiet, his heart is not bad. If I can't trust you to serve him. Good grandson, when you finish reading with him, I will definitely take you around the world and eat all over the country!"

Lele stood up with tears and walked without looking back. Leyou blew his beard and stared at him. Seeing two dogs staring at him, he was so scared that he shivered and followed obediently.

It's really a once-in-a-century spectacle. Looking at Meng Fuzi, who was famous for lazi, insisted on giving a lecture, even Yu Yan, who had always been calm, stunned. However, as soon as the sounded, Meng Fuzi's original shape was exposed, like a bone drawn from his body. He suddenly collapsed on the chair, his eyes narrowed, and he couldn't even speak.

Before the students in the hall could react, the closed door slammed against the wall, and the whole house shook. Meng Jiaoxi rushed in, grabbed it with his big hand, carried the mud on his shoulder, and rushed out like a burning buttocks.

There was a flash of inspiration in Yu Yan's mind, and he couldn't even take care of the book, so he chased after him. Sure enough, as soon as he crossed the top of the mountain, Lele and a white-bearded old man who seemed to drift away with the wind walked down one after another. Lele had almost reached Meng Lao's house in the front row. The old man seemed to be afraid of stepping on the ants, and he shrugged his head and moved step by step halfway.

And Meng Lao has taken three steps and two steps to catch up with the old man, covering the soft man in his arms, and kneeling down in front of the old man.

Yu Yan stopped and looked at this scene from afar. His eyes gradually turned red.

Following several people into Meng Lao's house, Yu Yan couldn't help but be stunned. Lele was sitting on the steps, holding his chin to look at the sky. He didn't know what he was thinking, and his face was desolate that he had never seen before. His heart ached slightly. He sat beside him regardless of his white shirt, but he didn't know what to say. He put his head on his lap and gently touched the faint fluff beside his temples. Lele opened his eyes desperately, afraid that the water in his eyes would overflow. He slowly put his face on his chest. Yu Yan sighed softly in his heart and lowered his head and pecked on his long eyelashes.

Lele shook all over, and his face opened like two pieces of rouge, fainting to his neck. He arched in his arms and jumped up suddenly. He shouted strangely, "Young master, I finally washed your clothes. How can you sit around..."

"Don't shout! My lazy family is asleep!" Meng Lao got out of the room and took Lele into the kitchen. Yu Yan shook his head with a smile. The guy who had food should have forgotten everything. He walked slowly into the room. Meng Na was dreaming in a mountain bag made of quilts. Leyou sat on the bed and was desperately dragging his few white hair and saying something. "Can't you attack poison with poison? What if you are poisoned? My grandson will definitely hate me for the rest of his life. Do you want to be a living horse doctor..."

Yu Yan sweated coldly and coughed, "Leyou, you are so bold!"

Leyou looked up and was about to kneel down. Yu Yan quickly grabbed him and shouted, "Are you sure?"

Leyou's face was full of wrinkles. I don't know whether it was crying or laughing. "Weichen just heard of it, but I didn't expect to meet it. I don't know if it was his bad luck or my luck..."

"Speak less nonsense!" Yu Yan couldn't wait to hit his head into his neck and said viciously, "If something happens, Meng Fuzi will destroy your nine clans!"

This time, Leyou's neck shrank in and said with a smiling face, "Your Highness..." Seeing Yu Yan's awe-inspering wind coming again, he quickly changed his words, "Young master, don't worry, the name of Weichen, a magic doctor, is not bragging."

Actually, at this time, he was thinking that he didn't know if it would be too late to take Lele to escape now...

Lele came out of the kitchen with a big bone in his arms, and nibbled it carefully, and even sucked the soup in the bone, shaking his head and shaking his tail in a hurry. Leyou followed Yu Yan and rushed up with a flash of his body, snatching and scolding, "Bad boy, I came all the way to see you. If you have delicious food, you can eat it first!"

"Don't make any noise!" Yu Yan was still rubbing the faintly painful temple. He only heard a thunder from the ground. Meng Lao came out with two bowls of noodles. Leyou's eyes glowed green. He sat up the steps and ate one after another without even breathing. Meng Lao sent the face to Yu Yan's hand, turned around and squatted beside Leyou and said earnestly, "What should I do with my lazy? What's the cure?

Leyou didn't raise his head and said vaguely, "Fight poison with poison! He ate a sleeping snake, which was made of poisonous flame snakes on the Fire Prison Mountain of the State of Yan. It is said that a hundred flame snakes can make a sleeping snake, and at the same time, it can only make an antidote, a radish and a pit. The antidote made by other snakes is not only useless, but also aggravates toxicity. He thought it was troublesome to talk, and he ate it again. Meng Lao urged him not to beat him, and he was so anxious that he gasped.

Lele took his beard and shouted, "Will you cure it or not? If you can't cure it, just leave. I don't recognize you as a grandpa anymore!"

Leyou held the bowl and howled repeatedly. "There will be a kind of ice snake in the underground cold pool of Taiping Mountain. Only the tail finger is thick, the color is like silver, and the whole body is cold to the bone. It is more poisonous than the flame snake. If you catch a hundred, you come back and boil it into a bowl of belt bones to drink. Even thousands of troops and horses can poison him!"

Lele rolled his eyes angrily, "Get out of here! I don't have a grandpa like you!"

Yu Yan frowned, pulled Lele into his arms, patted him on the back, and said gently, "Listen to your grandfather's words."

Looking at the intimate behavior of the two, Leyou's face was full of disbelief. For a long time, he sighed, "Actually, I'm not sure. I have secretly sneaked into the imperial palace of Mexico and lurked in the library for several months to read the ancient books of Mexico. According to ancient books, there is only one kind of poison in the world that is more toxic than the flame snake, that is, the ice snake in Taiping Mountain. It is learned from here that the ice snake is the antidote. However, since ancient times, no one has ever tried it. Although I know it is feasible, I don't know whether it can succeed or not.

He rolled up his sleeves and wiped his nose. He smiled and said, "The method of making sleeping snakes is complicated and has been lost for a long time. Even the Imperial Palace of Mexico may not be found. The luck of this lazy fairy is not ordinary! Don't worry, this sleeping snake has no pain except for making people sleepy. In my opinion, he will sleep to death in two months and always maintain this beautiful appearance, and it will not get worse if it is buried in the soil..."

"Why do I have a grandpa like you!" In Lele's curse, Meng Lao dodged into the room, printed a farewell kiss on the pale face of the sleeping man, quickly packed up his bags, walked to the firewood in three or two steps, turned around and bowed deeply to everyone, and left with his head held high.

The three of them are as dull as wooden chickens, and no one can bear to keep them.

The determination in the black eyes can be seen through at a glance. Yu Yan's heart is full of mixed feelings, facing his back and holding his fists high.

Meng Lao, cherish it all the way!

The sky is full of colorful clouds, weaving the whole hanging mountain into a brocade with golden thread pressing the bottom. The bells of the mountain temple echoed in the valley for a long time, like a naughty child, stepping on the huge stones and towering trees on the top of the mountain, jumping into the hazy fog.

Mana staggered out, sat on the threshold, leaned against the door frame, closed his eyes and cried, "I'm hungry..."

As long as he shouts, Meng Lao will run around, touch his face with his rough big hand, or squeeze him into his arms and rub his head. When he ate the bear-hearted leopard, he would kiss hard on his face and lips, and then said in a child-like gentle tone, "Don't make trouble, the dishes will be ready soon."

This time, nothing expected happened. He suddenly felt that the atmosphere around him was a little strange. He suddenly opened his eyes. The abbot and Leyou stood in the courtyard in a bright glow, with a bleak smile.

He thumped in his heart and couldn't lift his energy to salute. He simply narrowed his eyes in the direction of Caixia and smiled and said, "Doctor, I'm not going to die, am I?"

Lele Rushuang's eggplant, lowered his head and moved to his side and sat down step by step. He pulled his sleeve and choked, "Teaching, Meng Jiaoxi went to Taiping Mountain to find an antidote for you."

"Joke!" Meng Na's lazy look was restrained, and his face was panicked, which was simply like a ghost. He got up, rushed up and grabbed Leyou's skirt with an unprecedented speed. He roared, "You quack doctor, there is no cure for sleeping snakes. Do you understand? I watched the other half of the antidote being crushed. Where did you cheat him and throw him away? Call him back quickly!" He suddenly let go of Leyou, crawled in front of the abbot, and choked, "Master, please send someone to find Meng Lao quickly. Don't waste your time!"

The abbot's face was solemn, "Meng Fuzi, please don't be impatient. Meng Lao has already set out. He is riding the best horse in the college, and now he absolutely can't catch up. Meng Fuzi, you'd better take good care of yourself and wait for Meng Lao to bring back the antidote!"

Mana propped up inch from the ground, pushed away the abbot and Lele's hand, staggered back to the threshold and sat down, looked up at the blood and muttered, "Lele, tell me if he is looking for an ice snake?"

Lele couldn't bear to look at his dead face and said, "Teaching, don't worry. Meng Jiaoxi grew up in the mountains and has been practicing martial arts in the temple for many years. This matter is not difficult for him!"

Leyou suddenly became interested. He came to him with a smile and asked, "How do you know the ice snake?"

Meng Na glanced at him and smiled strangely, "It's the Taiping Picture I drew. Don't you know the Ice Snake? I won't talk nonsense and treat others like monkeys like you. Let me ask you, have you ever seen an ice snake? I have been in Taiping Mountain for three years and visited countless mountain people. The ice snake is just something passed down from word of mouth. I haven't even seen a few hundred-year-olds. Can you be sure you really have this thing?

Leyou smiled awkwardly and retreated to the firewood gate. The abbot sighed, "Mr. Le, please follow Lao Tuo to the Zen room to rest. I haven't seen you for many years. Mr. Le told Lao Tuo about his experience over the years?"

"Good to say, good to say!" Leyou couldn't wait, and there was no trace of the smoke.

Even if the abbot and the mountain chief blocked the news, the matter of Meng Lao's asking for medicine spread quickly. When Meng Na went to Xuezhai for class, the husband and the students looked at him with different contents. Even the husband, who had never spoken at ordinary times, often went to his place to greet him. When he met students he didn't know, they all restrained. Courtesy, the expression is extremely humble. The kitchen also opened a small stove for him. Under Meng Lao's indoctrination, Master Xiong was familiar with the taste of "My Lazy" Meng Fuzi, and it didn't take much time.

Manna is still lazy. He refuses the advice of the mountain chief to ask someone to pick him up. Every day, he wakes up and goes to the college. He often comes to the last class in the college. The students also found that his lecture time was getting longer and longer. He seemed to have the posture to teach all his talents, and he was not very good-tempered. When he was in a hurry, he hit the book case as soon as he grabbed it. Sometimes he had to break five or six times a rulers a day. Everyone was scared and did not dare to be distracted at all. Even if the Master slept on the desk for a moment, there was still silence in the school.

More than half a month later in a blink of an eye, Yu Yan received a secret report from the border guard. Meng Lao had entered Xiaoxing Mountain in the easternmost part of Taiping Mountain and searched west along the mountains. The soldiers who inquired about the news had seen him in the mountain. He was disheveled and dressed like a savage.

After listening to Yu Yan's excited words, Meng smiled unexpectedly and said no. The next day, he got up early and walked to the library in one breath. He ignored the surprised eyes of everyone and staggered straight to the Yanyu Pavilion. He knelt down under the "Taiping Map" and found Xiaoxing Mountain anxiously, and his body softened little by little.

Mr. Qian followed him in. He couldn't bear to look at him more. He was about to help him away when Mengna suddenly said in a hoarse voice, "Can you give me pen, ink, paper and inkstone? I want to re-drawing "Taiping Picture"!"

Mr. Qian was surprised and immediately sent someone to bring the bookcase, personally selected the four treasures of the study, and personally grinded the ink. When everything was ready, Monna unfolded the rice paper and suppressed it with paper. Unexpectedly, he didn't take the wolf's hair and splashed it down with the inkstone.

The ink quickly opened on the rice paper, and the stacked peaks leaped on the paper. Muna picked up the wolf hair, dyed it and outlined it, and drew all the clouds and trees in the mountain with a few strokes. The ink here was not dry. He pulled a piece of rice paper and took advantage of the paper flying in the air. The wolf quickly nodded, like a gurgling stream coming from the green mountains. When the paper fell to the ground, the high peaks and strange rocks came from far to near, and the grass by the stream came to the front of them.

Mr. Qian grinded his ink and sweated profusely. Looking at Meng Na, although he had painted more than ten pictures in a row, his face was still pale and his eyebrows were cold. He held his breath and his men became more and more meticulous. Monna seemed to be quite satisfied. When he looked at the inkstone, he often sent a grateful look.

The mottled light and shadow in front of the window unconsciously reached the middle and gradually shifted. When it changed from dazzling gold to dark red, Munnar suddenly stopped writing and his eyebrows were entangled like a lock. He hung his wrist and thought for a long time. The wolf's ink had condensed into a drop and was about to fall. Mr. Qian was about to remind him, but he sighed and drew a strong man in a bamboo hat on the rugged mountain road.

On the cliffs in the west, there is a strong pine tree. The roots are staggered, like a winding dragon body, the canopy is scattered like a cover, and half a red sun is hanging on the top of the tree. It seems to fall in an unstoppable force, and even the pine trees feel overwhelmed.

The man was looking up at the west sky, with a thick beard covering his face, leaving only a pair of tiger eyes open angrily, and his eyes seemed to take off the sun and swallow it into his stomach.

Mana laughed and went away. Outside the Yanbo Pavilion, the master and the students were crowded, but they were all in awe and silent.

Seeing him coming out, everyone automatically separated the two sides. Countless emotions flashed in Meng Na's eyes, speechless, hugging their fists all the way.

Walking out of the library, the sky is beautiful, half a day is ethereal and half a day red, but in the middle is a soft white light, like the sky opening its eyes, to save the sinful and suffering people.

The waterfall was roaring on that side, and the sour mountain wind swept the water mist all over the sky. Mengna suddenly stood in a trance, with one hand on his waist, one finger at the sky, and made a deafening cry with the last strength, "Bastard, if you want to take me, take me back and return Meng Lao, otherwise I will never live in peace!"

In the middle of the moon, Lele was taking a nap by the bed in Bna. A tall figure suddenly flashed in. He shouted in fear. Seeing the abbot wading at him with a smile, he patted his chest and said, "Master, why are you walking silently?"

The abbot smiled and said, "You go back and rest first. I'll just watch!"

"How can this be made!" Lele shouted, and the abbot frowned. Without saying a word, he took him out. When Munna heard the movement, he moved gently and opened his eyes slightly. The abbot quickly came to him, resisted his chest, and poured in the internal force of Zhiyang. He didn't stop and leave until a thin layer of sweat appeared on his face. Munna was much better. Then he remembered that he had painted "Taiping Tu" for a day. As soon as he walked out of the library, he fainted to the ground. His stomach was still empty. He quickly struggled to get up. The abbot had brought a large bowl of vegetarian porridge. Mengna's index finger moved greatly, and he drank a few sips. Seeing the abbot looking at it with a smile, his heart was mixed feelings. He smiled and said, "I'm sorry to trouble you!"

"Son, you should have come earlier. I promised your mother to take care of you. What do you want me to explain to her?" The abbot said with a heartache.

"There is something I have never understood. Please ask the master for advice!" Monna risked his life and said coldly, "Why does my mother miss a man named 'Manniu'?"

The abbot was shocked and silent for a long time. He smiled sadly and said, "Don't misunderstand your mother. She has suffered all her life. Fortunately, she left a few years earlier. She didn't see the defeat of Meng Mansion and didn't wait for the white-haired man to send a black-haired man. She and I... are lovers of childhood sweethearts. My father died early. Because of his relationship with your family, my widow took me to live in Mengfu. In addition to the heavy work in the house, I usually do some needle and thread patches. Your father took a fancy to her beauty and tried his best to force her to marry her. He also falsely blamed her widowed her for stealing and beat us out. The widow soon died of her injuries, and she had to give in order to help me raise money.

"I was young and ignorant at that time. I didn't understand her painstaking efforts. I was furious with her and ignored her. Because I was weak and had nowhere to complain, I had to wander around and just met the master at the foot of the hanging mountain. He guided me to escape into the empty door and accepted me as an apprentice.

Meng Na was ashamed, was silent for a long time, and said, "What does Meng Lao have to do with you?"

A trace of panic flashed in the abbot's eyes, "It's really fiery eyes! To be honest, when I first entered the Hanging Temple, my six roots were unclean, and I couldn't give up my seven emotions and six desires. I once made a mistake, and he was the evil seed I left behind.

"Sure enough!" Munna smiled bitterly, "With your good father for many years, he hasn't suffered much."

The abbot's face was full of embarrassment, his eyes dodged, and his head was speechless.

Mana suddenly brushed his clothes, bowed deeply, and said with a serious look, "Please rest assured, Monna knows that there is not much time and will never talk nonsense. Please take care of my mother's face, burn a fire after I die, and scatter the ashes under the peach tree in this yard.

The abbot was finally relieved, put his hands together, said "Amitabha" for a long time, and opened his mouth, but he was speechless.

After saying so many words, Munna seemed to be extremely sleepy. Halfwayed, his body was soft and slid down. The abbot tried to put his palm to his heart. He gently pushed it away, half-closed his eyes and smiled and said, "Master, your internal strength is not easy to come by. Don't waste it on the dying person. If you can live to this day, you can especially meet. Meng Lao, I'm very satisfied.

The light in his eyes gradually faded, and his voice was almost whispering, "I can't do it. I just hope... When I die... Meng Lao can't see it... He can't stand it... I like him... He also likes me..."