Xiao Cui looked around and found that it was close to the top of the mountain, and it was a place where no one lived. Xiao Cui found a stone to pull the fool over and tried to teach him something. After all, Xiao Cui was a doctor and a girl, and she knew everything about men and women.

Surprisingly, the fool actually refused. The fool always showed amazing rationality on key issues. He refused to put his hand into Xiao Cui's clothes, retreated repeatedly and said, "I have a wife, I have a wife."

Xiao Cui's face turned red. Of course she knew that a fool had a wife, but what could he do if he had a wife? Anyway, the village was remote, could he really go back?

Xiao Cuixin made a move and wanted to try it again, but the fool was very resistant and actually pushed her away and ran down the mountain. Xiao Cui panicked and hurriedly chased after her. It didn't matter if she chased her. She fell hard, not only twisted her feet, but also broke her herb frame.

Xiao Cui felt very wronged, Xiao Cui shed tears. She felt that she was finished, and even a fool would refuse her. Moreover, after the fool ran away, he was likely to talk nonsense in the village, and his foot was sprained again, and he could not go down the mountain in a short time, and he might be eaten by wild animals on the mountain.

When he was heartbroken, the fool ran back, squatting on the ground, looking up at her face from bottom to top, and smiling foolishly.

Xiao Cui burst into tears and gave the fool a punch.

"Don't you tell anyone what's going on today!" Xiao Cui was coquettish.

"I know, hehe, I know!" The key question is that the fool can always give the key answers. Sometimes Xiao Cui thinks that the fool is not crazy, but just seals herself; sometimes Xiao Cui thinks that the fool must have been a shrewd and principled person in the past, and even now he is crazy, the shadows in the depths of his memory are still not erased.

It was almost dark, and Xiao Cui asked the fool to carry her down the mountain. She knew how strong the fool was, and carrying her should be easy. The only thing she was worried about was that the fool would refuse to contact her on the grounds of having a wife, but fortunately she did not.

The fool first rubbed Xiao Cui's feet. He seemed to know that Xiao Cui's feet were injured, and then carried her onto her body. Xiao Cui climbed up all over her body. The fool's back was very hard and warm. The fool's back was straight, and even if he became a fool, he would never bend.

Xiao Cui felt very at ease. She even thought it would be great to live a life of dependence on each other like this. If a fool doesn't want to do other things, he won't do it, and she doesn't have to do it.

As she thought, a fool could run in the mountains and forests with no effort on her back with her effortless steps.

The two of them went down the mountain, but when they came, they walked too far. When they went down the mountain, the sun set without any effort. Once the sun sets in the mountain, they become unable to see their fingers, and the light of the moon cannot shine into the cracks of the trees.

Xiao Cui was a little scared. She felt that it would be dangerous to go down the mountain in the dark, so she asked the fool to find a relatively safe place to rest and wait until the next day before going down the mountain.

But there are no clearings on the mountain. Xiao Cui is warmer on the side of the fool's back, because the fool's body is always as warm as warm jade. It is very cold without the side of the fool's side. The cool breeze on the mountain ruthlessly slapped Xiao Cui's body, causing her to have a split headache. She felt that she must have a fever, which may be caused by the redness and swelling of the ankles.

Xiao Cui felt very uncomfortable and lay on the fool with all her heart and let him walk around.

The fool was tirelessly walking around the mountain. He was lost. Although Xiao Cui pressed against the fool's back, she kept bumping, which made her not only unable to sleep, but also felt uncomfortable in her stomach.

Xiao Cui felt desperate. After spending a night like this, her foot injury would definitely worsen, and she might suffer from disability. Xiao Cui cried again, crying very sadly. She felt that all this was blamed on the fool. If the fool had obeyed at that time, there would be no more troubles in the future, so she angrily punched him a few times.

The fool still responded to her with a foolish smile. The fool was really stupid and obedient and never knew how to resist. Xiao Cui thought that it was not good for a fool to do this. After all, he was a big and sturdy man. Sometimes he needed to resist to show his masculinity.

But a fool does not resist, a fool just accepts it, as if he is hurt by his past life and decides to change his life.

After walking around the mountains, Xiao Cui felt that they had returned to the starting point and must have been lost. Xiao Cui felt very desperate. Her ankle was sore and her body was very cold. If this continues, the problem will be really serious.

Xiao Cui cried, Xiao Cui cried again. She could not have thought that she would be like this because of a little selfish desire in her heart.

Xiao Cui shed tears, lying on the fool, crying loudly, crying sadly and sadly.

The fool was still laughing. In his eyes, it seemed that there would never be anything sad, as if he was always happy. Xiao Cui punched him twice, but the fool was still laughing. Others hit him and laughed, and others scolded him.

A fool can understand people's words. Is the fool's smile because he has learned to obey?

Xiao Cui cried even louder. She felt that life had abandoned her. She felt that she was about to die and was no longer saved. The fool was her gravedigger.

However, something unexpected happened. The wind blew on the ground, and the sound of books came with the cold night wind.

The fool suddenly stood up his ears and ran quickly towards the direction where the sound of reading came. This was his first time he was acting so fast. Xiao Cui was up and down with him, and he kowtowed to his mouth and tongue several times, and he was patient. This was their last hope.

Run and run, the fool is really amazing. Xiao Cui, who is carrying more than 100 kilograms, can still run freely in the ups and downs of the mountains. The two ran for a long time. It was so long that Xiao Cui felt that they had hallucinations? How could the delicate sound of reading come from the desolate mountains?

Xiao Cui had already wanted to give up, but the fool didn't. The fool ran towards the direction where the sound of reading was heard without hesitation. At this moment, there was light in his eyes.

Finally, the fool's efforts were rewarded. The fool and Xiao Cui finally found a gentle area with a gentle terrain surrounded by mountains on three sides, with light and bright sounds coming from the front.

Xiao Cui saw it and saw Mr. Huiweng standing in the yard with a book. The bright moonlight gathered on Mr. Huiweng through the valley. His sloppy look instantly tall, and the seven black moles in his eyes seemed to be glowing.

The fool didn't rush over, and Xiao Cui patted him on the back and asked him to put him down.

The fool was disobedient as if he was stunned and stood there facing Mr. Huiweng. Xiao Cui didn't know what was wrong with the fool, and she couldn't see the fool's face and his expression.

Xiao Cui suddenly thought that it was at least fifty miles from where they got lost. How could the sound of Mr. Huiweng's reading pass? Could it be that the valley played a role in amplification that made his voice spread with the wind?

Xiao Cui felt very confused, Xiao Cui felt incredible, Xiao Cui couldn't figure it out.

But at this moment, the fool's body suddenly lowered, very low and almost scared Xiao Cui. The feeling of his body suddenly tilting downward was like a backward planting onion. He felt that his face was about to touch the ground, but in the end he was very peaceful. The fool put down Xiao Cui and knelt on one knee. Xiao Cui knew that the fool was kneeling down to Mr. Huiweng. In the past, she always thought that Mr. Huiweng was a person who was not worthy of his name. Now she realized that Mr. Huiweng had real skills.

She saw an incredible scene - the fool knelt down. At first, he had one leg, but later he knelt on both legs, then kowtowed deeply and called Master Huiweng!

At this moment, the fool's mouth suddenly became clear, as if the saliva in his mouth was swallowed.

Mr. Huiweng turned around and walked back to the room, and when he pushed open the door, he said to him, "Come in."

That night, the sound of reading came from the narrow grass house. Mr. Huiweng read the book for the fool all night. Every word in it was obscure and difficult to understand. Xiao Cui couldn't understand it at all, and she didn't want to understand it. She fell asleep in a drowsy way.

Then the fool carried Xiao Cui down the mountain when he was dawn. When he went down the mountain, Xiao Cui couldn't help but think that the villagers all knew that Mr. Huiwen lived on the mountain, but who had seen the place where Mr. Huiwen lived? Has anyone seen Mr. Huiwen on the mountain?

Every day he went down the mountain to teach classes at a fixed time, and then returned to the mountain at a fixed time, and disappeared all night. No one had ever seen the residence of Mr. Huiweng, even if he followed him from behind, the layman would soon disappear.

Mr. Huiweng is a god, right? Can a fool get rid of a madness when he is a teacher? Thinking back on the fool's call for his master, Xiao Cui thought the fool was already cured.

After going down the mountain, healed his foot injury a few days later. Xiao Cui personally sent the fool into the grass champa, asking the fool to follow the lay Buddhist Huiweng to learn the teachings of the saint. Only then did the Confucian scholars understand the profound meaning of the previous words of the lay Buddhist Huiweng. The fool was really back, and the saint's teachings led the fool back to where he should come, without any force.

From then on, the fool followed Mr. Huiweng to study every day, and shook his head every day as if he wanted to shake his rusty head to clear his rusted head.

Mr. Huiweng did not pay special attention to fools, but just gave lectures in the classroom and treated everyone severely.

Day after day, year after year, the light scattered in the fool's eyes becomes more and more concentrated. Sometimes when you look at him, you will feel the pressure, while the fool will not look at you. His eyes are always upward, as if he is staring at the end of the universe. The only thing that remains unchanged is the foolish smile on the fool's face and his attitude of submissiveness.

Anyone is tolerant and accepts everything, and his heart is as broad as the universe.

A fool is still a fool, and a fool is no longer a fool. No one dares to underestimate him because there is light in the fool's eyes.

If you beat him, scold him or even insult him, the fool will not move, but just smile foolishly. The fool's heart seems to be able to tolerate everything in the universe, as if there is nothing in the world that makes the fool up.

On this day, Mr. Huiweng was teaching, and suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the door. Sure enough, a dirty villager ran from outside soon after, and said in panic: "Mr., the people from the government are here again. He asked for names and wanted to see you. He threatened that if you don't show up, he would seal the village and move all the villagers away."

Mr. Huiweng was as stable as Mount Tai, and the Confucian scholars sighed and praised. It turned out that the layman was so stable. He closed the book and placed it on the table in front of him, and then said to the man: "Go and tell the government officials that I will come soon."

The Confucian scholars remembered the teachings of the saints and decided to follow the lay people, even if they were beheaded, they would die together.

Mr. Huiweng waited until the person who reported the news walked away before he stood up, smiled faintly and said nothing, walked out of the grass hamlet with his hands behind his back, looking as if he was about to go to the throne with great pride.

The clothes of Mr. Huiweng were sewn with patches, his hair was sloppy, and the calluses on his hands were all on his fingers, because he had always held the pen. Mr. Huiweng was full of righteousness, and the light of the sun was like a shadow on the road, and the birds stopped on the branches and sang goodbye.

The fool followed the team silly, and he seemed to have no idea what happened, and he would do whatever others did. The naughty boys clapped their hands and sang songs. The students in the grass hut lined up in a long queue, following their masters and the great scholars of Jiuzhou without hesitation. They knew that something big was about to happen.

The lay Buddhist Huiweng put down the book in his hand. The most terrifying thing is for a scholar who put down the book, because the pen and ink in the book have been kept in his heart, and nothing is rare to defeat him.

Mr. Huiweng walked over with his head held high. Although no one led the way, he knew where the officers and soldiers were. The person who came to report the news was grabbed by the officers and soldiers and finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Mr. Huiweng coming.

In the past, those who come to invite lay Buddhists were scholars and officials; today they are officers and soldiers, and those who speak with swords. There is an old saying that scholars can't explain clearly when they meet soldiers. It seems that the emperor is going to use hard work. I don't know why he was determined to invite lay Buddhist Huiweng out of the mountain, and even threatened him with the lives of the whole village.

Mr. Huiweng walked over, his steps were steady, his head was raised high, and he had a demeanor and courage that he would not bow to the five dou of rice.

However, the Confucian scholars behind them were a little scared. They saw the fierce officers and soldiers pull out the weapons in their hands and point them at the villagers. When they saw innocent faces showing a panic expression, they felt pressure.

The biggest head of this team was sitting on the horse. Judging from the number of people under him, he was probably the head of the military responsible for the safety of the towns. Some of the Confucian scholars recognized him and wanted to go forward and talk to say something good, but they were forced back by the cold and gloomy official sword. The emperor's personal order was useless.

Mr. Huiweng stood still, the officer was on the horse, the layman was on the horse, the officer was high, and the layman was low, but in the eyes of everyone, the layman was unattainable.

The officer looked at the portrait in his hand, then looked at the person in front of him, and said with a rough voice, "Are you a lay Buddhist Huiweng?"

"If you don't change your name or sit, you won't change your surname." Mr. Huiweng put his hands behind his back and looked at the sky with his eyes.

"Let's go with us." The officers and soldiers closed the portrait in their hands and handed it to the people around them, then pulled out the sword on the saddle and threatened, "You can do it if you don't leave, but they may suffer..." The sword pointed to the innocent villagers, and they didn't expect that the emperor would threaten others with the lives of his people.

"The Emperor of Heavenly Qi is wise and brave, and will not break his trust in the people. If you kill today, a slander will immediately fall, and you will die even worse than them." Unexpectedly, Mr. Huiweng was not angry and said slowly, "If you don't want to die, you will ask me to teach you. Only I can save the lives of your family."

After hearing what Mr. Huiweng said, the officer immediately took a breath, but unexpectedly, he was in a rebellion against the army. But after careful consideration, what Mr. Huiweng said seemed to be reasonable. If he really killed someone, then the layman would definitely have eye pills when he arrived in front of the emperor. Wouldn't he die very ugly? If he didn't kill someone and did not follow him, he would be as ugly as he would not die as if he could not complete the above task.

Mr. Huiweng was the one who the emperor must ask for, and when he came, he set the tone, but he could control the specific methods himself and the means himself. It seemed that he had given infinite power, but in fact, he had to take care of everything if he had happened.

The officer took a deep breath and looked at Mr. Huiweng up and down. Seeing that although he was wearing ragged clothes, a long group of scholars and disciples were following him. He thought to himself: If Mr. Huiweng had no skills, the emperor would not have to ask him to come out; if Mr. Huiweng had no skills, how could there be so many noble children following him and worship him as his teacher?

This person must be capable, and he has great skills.

After weighing the pros and cons, the officer got off the horse and knelt on one knee, and inserted his saber into the ground: "Laby, if you don't go back with me today, my family will die as old as a child." He felt that it was so hard, so he used the soft one to see if he could ask the other party.

Seeing him dismounted and kneeled in front of him, Mr. Huiweng finally retracted his eyes to the sky and fell on him: "What kind of morality is the Imperial officer kneeling down to Yijiao Buyi? Get up quickly."

"Laby, if you don't go back with me, I won't get up."

"The state has its own laws, and the family has its own rules! The wise king of the Emperor of Heavenly Qi asked me to become a scholar. How could I refuse? But I do have something important now. In this way, you take this painting back to submit it and tell the Holy Lord to give me three months. In three months, you will definitely go back to the imperial capital to meet the holy."

"A painting?" The officer was suspicious and thought to himself: Could it be that Mr. Huiweng had already calculated what happened today and made plans in advance? Rumors were that although great scholars and saints were not as good as immortals, they could fly on swords and go from clouds, they had the ability to make magic tricks and always had the lead. Could it be that Mr. Huiweng had this ability?

Seeing Mr. Huiweng took out a roll of sheepskin from his sleeve, he quickly held it up with his hands, spread it out, and put it in front of him to look at it. That's right, there was a person on the sheepskin, which was a man with a vivid appearance, with clear eyebrows and eyes. The officer frowned, and he vaguely remembered where this person had seen him. After standing up, he glanced at everyone, and he saw a man exactly the same as in the portrait. The man was tall and strong and followed the end of the Confucian scholars' team, with a silly smile on the corner of his mouth, and drooled all over the floor.

"Laby, you are not trying to cheat me, right?" the officer was angry.

"If you want to survive, do what I said!" Mr. Huiweng's tone became serious.

The officer's eyes turned, and he thought for a while and finally made a decision. He put the sheepskin roll back in his arms, turned around and jumped onto the horse, and pointed out a few people: "Your team stayed here to serve the lay people's daily life, and the others followed me." Before leaving, he took the last insurance and sent a team of people to monitor the whereabouts of Mr. Huiweng, and did not allow Mr. Huiweng to step out of the village, and led the team to leave first, and presented the portrait of the lay people.

Before leaving, he clasped his fists at the layman: "There will be a date later."

"Go, do what I said!" The layman turned around and left. This time, there were not only a group of sincere children behind him, but also officers and soldiers wearing armor.

The large army left the village, and the residents piled up on the ground, many of them turned blue with fear.

Mr. Huiweng said to a gorgeously dressed student behind him: "Give them some money."

The man heard the layman take the initiative to speak to him for the first time, and quickly agreed and took the silver from his arms to the villagers. The crisis finally survived temporarily.

Xiao Cui rushed up and hugged the fool, hugging him very tightly, with tears in her eyes. The fool was indeed a fool, but the beauty was in her arms but she had no reaction, just a foolish smile.

Everyone felt sorry for Xiao Cui. No one matched such a good woman because she was born, so she committed herself to being a fool and had a wife in the past. She even pounced on her body today without any response. It was really atrocity for a woman to do this.

Objectively speaking, although Xiao Cui is short, she is not ugly. She is thin and thin, but her herb smells a bit unlucky, and men don’t want to touch it.

Everyone thought that the lay Buddhist would go back to the mountain, but he didn't expect that he walked back to the grass chalet and picked up the book to continue teaching. The disciples sincerely admired it.
Chapter completed!