There seems to be nothing wrong with the dilapidated temples in the suburbs. The mountain wind is blowing, the small body is shaking, the mouth is trembling, and the eyes are staring at each other until there is no movement outside, which gives these people a little desire to sleep.

At night, there will always be a group of Tubo people who are walking around here. Unfortunately, these guys with ulterior motives often fall down before they even enter the front hall. Zhang Hu, Luo Pingyang and others were still planning to tie these people up to see if they could find the mastermind behind the scenes. When they walked to the front, they were stunned. The fallen Tubo people had long disappeared. Zhang Hu looked at the clear blood lines dragged out on the ground and knew that these people were most likely to be in danger. After watching the so-called Tubo people fall down again the next night, and hungry wolves emerged from the side, everyone realized that these people had become the food for these hungry wolves instead of them. These Tubo people were strong, tall and big, and they were enough for these wolves outside to eat for a while. They should not cause trouble for themselves.

When everyone turned around and returned to the back hall, the fat sheep roasted by charcoal fire seemed to feel that something was missing. When they walked in, they saw a clear tooth mark on one of the lamb legs. The thief probably didn't expect the owner to come back so quickly. The lamb legs that had finally reached their mouths flew like this.

At this time, most of the people who were still thinking about their mutton were Jiuer who had just taken the opportunity to retreat to the back hall. Looking at the grease that Jiuer had not had time to wipe off her mouth, Wu Yonglin must have been this woman.

Wu Yonglin found that this woman named Jiuer had no habit of being spoiled by her spoiled lady, except for her only flaw in crying. She was easily accustomed to this kind of hard life, eating and sleeping with everyone, of course, wearing clothes. In this ventilated dilapidated temple, it felt cold to cover a thick piece of clothing.

There is a very obvious characteristic of Lushecheng. The temperature difference between day and night is very large, and it is still warm at noon. If you don’t burn a bunch of ingredients at night, you can’t sleep at all. The worst thing is that you can’t find a tree around you. In the end, there was no way, so they had to remove all the window lattices around them as ingredients. The result of this was to tear down the east wall and repair the west wall. Looking at the big holes around you that were gradually being poked, everyone began to regret coming to this ghost place, and it was not a good time to be hung up to drink the northwest wind.

Today, Jiuer asked for a leg of lamb as usual. Everyone watched her devoutly enshrining the leg of lamb in front of the Buddha statue in the middle of the lobby. Zhang Hu and Luo Pingyang probably had the heart to kill her. Half of the head of the Buddha statue in front of him was gone. Do you expect him to stuff it in through his belly button? Don’t do that if you don’t eat it, everyone is ashamed of Jiuer’s food waste behavior.

Mao Zixing was taciturn all the way. Xiao Wuzi and his wife were angry and ran away from home for many days. Until Mao Zixing and Wu Yonglin went to Lhasa together, they couldn't come back. Mao Zixing always felt that there was a big rock in his heart, which almost made him breathless.

This time, Mao Zixing re-established his family, but he actually cared about his wife and his cheap son. As for whether his wife could give birth to a son for him, since Xiao Wuzi ran away from home, he seemed to be unwilling to care. Only then did he realize that he had made the same mistake and did not cherish this son well.

The always well-behaved little Wuzi suddenly seemed to have changed her temperament and became very abnormal. After a big fight with him, he even disappeared from his eyes, leaving no traces. Even Wu Yonglin could not find any clues. During the days after Xiaowuzi ran away from home, he gradually began to resist any activities related to Buddha in Gangchacheng. As long as there was such an occasion, he would find an excuse to leave, and he would look down and see Jiumo Xuankong. After a long time, there would always be a gap. When Wu Yonglin proposed his trip to Lhasa, Mao Zixing volunteered to go without hesitation. Not only could he escape this embarrassing situation, but he could also ask if there was any news about Xiaowuzi.

The further away from Gangcha City, Mao Zixing became more and more disheartened. It turned out that he could still ask the Tubo chief along the way for any news about Xiao Wuzi. Later, he walked along the way for several days and nights without a gathering point. The little hope that had finally ignited disappeared without a trace. He never realized that he had become so helpless.

Wu Yonglin took a piece of high-quality mutton from the shelf and handed it to Mao Zixing's hand, muttering to himself: "I started living outdoors alone when I was as old as Xiao Wuzi. Only when I learned to be independent will I grow up. A child as smart as Xiao Wuzi will not have anything to do."

"Just..." In Mao Zixing's opinion, Xiao Wuzi has no body. Even if he can run, is it faster than a wolf? What he is more worried about is whether Xiao Wuzi can survive in the mountains surrounded by wolves.

"I feel that I have harmed you now, if..."

"I'm grateful that you are too late for what you said. This man is getting older and his skin is getting thinner and thinner. He knows that some things are what he desires, but he just can't pull off this old face. Until he put down everything, he realized that those things were just farts. When he finally released them, he only smelled one of them. Do you think this is the reason? I've wasted a lot of precious time now. I've lived every day as a year, and there are not many good days for me."

Mao Zixing is actually not very old, not to mention that he has also practiced martial arts. He looks much younger than his peers in his forties. However, he was depressed by his spirit during this period, which restored his old-fashioned appearance. In this era when his lifespan was generally short, Mao Zixing naturally sighed.

"Since ancient times, no one has died, but people have their own way of living at every stage. After passing this level, there are countless dangers waiting for us. I don't want you to be defeated by yourself in advance. I am a brother who eats the meat of a barbarian and drinks the blood of a foreign race with me."

"If I, Mr. Mao, really had a day, I would have been drunk with Brother Wu for three days and three nights. Only when I was with you would I feel like a Wei Chao person. Can we really return to Wei Chao?"

"I'm still thinking about the concubines at home?"

"Shopkeeper Wu was joking. I just hope that before my old bones were buried, I would like to put a stick of incense on my ancestors and tell them that the child was wrong. Is it really wrong. The years of obsession not only harmed me, but also harmed the next generation. How many bloodlines in the family can be saved?

"Old Mao, I think you are good at everything, but you are too indecisive. You are definitely a tiger on the battlefield. If you put you home, you will be as obedient as a cat. You should learn from me and learn freely."

"When you really have your own baby one day, you will understand my mood at this moment."
Chapter completed!