Xu Bafoo was surprised that his son came back without any warning.

Usually, it is not a special situation and the son rarely goes home.

Xu Bafoo once complained that his home was a hotel in Xu Yishan's heart. Even so, every time his son came back, Xu Bafoo was silent on the surface, but was very happy inside.

After dinner, Xu called his son to his pharmacy barefoot and asked tentatively: "Are you okay when you come back?"

In Xu Bafoo's impression, his son must have something to do every time he comes back. Xu Yishan, who has been studying abroad for more than ten years and worked outside for seven or eight years, is no longer used to living in Xujia Village for a long time.

Although Xujiacun has a simple and simple village, everyone is a ancestor. But after all, there are many people who are jealous. For example, Xu's family practices medicine for three generations, and his son took the college entrance examination and ate imperial grain, which made some people of the same clan and clan feel very uncomfortable.

In comparison, people from other families have much better feelings for Xu Bafoot's family than those in the village.

When Xu Yishan heard his father ask him, he quickly replied: "It's okay, I just came back to see your two elders while I was a little free."

Xu smiled barefoot and said, "When did you care about me and your mother in your heart? Don't hide it from me, you kid, say anything you have."

Xu Yishan said seriously: "It's really okay."

Xu said barefootly, "You're okay, I'm fine. You're back just in time. I want to ask you, when will you give me a grandson? Yishan, you are not young, and you are still a state cadre. Look

Some people in this village, those who are younger than you, have two children.”

Xu complained barefootly: "You don't know, your mother and I have no shame to go out now. We are afraid of meeting people, so people ask me how many grandchildren I have given birth to, how should I answer?"

Xu Yishan laughed and said, "When it should be there, it will naturally happen."

Xu's barefoot face sank, "Did you take precautions?"

Speaking of this, Xu Yishan felt very embarrassed. Fortunately, his father was still a doctor, and no matter how deep the topic was, it would not make people ambiguity.

"Dad, don't talk about this." Xu Yishan interrupted Xu Bafoo's words and hesitated for a moment: "I met a classmate in elementary school today. His wife asked me to ask you for a prescription for having a baby."

Xu frowned and said, "I'm not giving birth to Guanyin. They can't give birth to a baby, what prescription do I have? Tell her, no. Go to the big hospital for a visit."

Speaking of the medicine, Xu Yishan took the opportunity to ask: "Dad, do you still have the pills you gave me last time? I want some."

Xu said barefootly: "Chunlu Pills? No more, I'll give you the last little. Fortunately, you don't want to go out in the wild now, and those medicines are no longer useful."

Xu Yishan said seriously: "Dad, although I am not like in the past, I feel at ease and at ease with your medicine."

Xu glanced at his son barefoot and whispered: "Those medicines are useless in the future. Your father has created a new trick. Yishan, thank you for this, the old monk Wuxiu you gave me last time.

Books come in handy. Let me tell you, I know why the old monk Wuxiu lived so long."

Xu Yishan was surprised and said, "Dad, what did you find?"

Xu got up barefoot and went to invite the book respectfully.

Xu Yishan saw it and immediately laughed. The book was wrapped in a piece of red silk cloth by Xu barefoot, square, like a treasure hiding.

Before opening the silk cloth, Xu Bafoe first gave a respectful gift, and said to Xu Yishan: "I had to take a shower and change my clothes to see it, but now I don't care about that much."

This book has been with Xu Yishan for a long time. Since the old monk Wuxiu handed the book to him, he has never left for a moment. He has suffered too many troubles and has not taken it out and read it carefully. Therefore, until now

, He didn't know what was recorded in the book.

However, Xu Yishan believed that the book by Mr. Wuxiu must have a mystery in it. Otherwise, he would not be so serious about it.

Xu was about to open the silk cloth barefoot. After touching the red silk cloth, he suddenly stopped and turned his head to ask his son, "You said, did you help him sit on the tank?"

Xu Yishan remembered the scene he experienced in Wuxiu Temple for the last time when he saw the old monk, and surely nodded and said, "Yes, I saw it with my own eyes."

"Where is the tank?"

Xu Yishan thought for a while and said, "Isn't there a stone wall behind the temple? There is a small hole in the stone wall, which can just put a tank down. I put the tank in a small hole under the stone wall."

Xu shook his head barefoot and said, "Think about it, did you put it somewhere else?"

Xu Yishan said affirmatively: "Absolutely true."

Xu said barefootly and said carelessly: "The old monk Wuxiu is gone, and the jar is gone."

After the dam collapse of Wuxiu Reservoir, it has not been restored. Wuxiu Yamamoto is in the center of the reservoir, surrounded by water on all sides. In the Wuxiu Temple on the mountain, a huge bell hanging is ringed at the moment when the sun rises every morning.

The giant bell is so huge that a mahjong table can be placed under the bell, which can be used for four people to play mahjong.

The wall of the clock is about half a foot thick, and the sound of the clock can reach a distance of hundreds of miles.

In addition to this big bell, there is also a huge drum in Wuxiu Temple.

The drum face is made of a hundred years old rhinoceros leather, and a strong man with a 200-pound pound jumps on the drum face without moving.

The drumstick is an ebony, smooth and as heavy as iron.

The morning bells and evening drums of Wuxiu Temple are the memories of generations. Many people say that their grandfathers began to hear the sounds of the bells and drums of Wuxiu Temple.

The old monk Wuxiu never accepts disciples in his life and rarely comes into contact with people outside. There are several clusters of red citrus trees in front of the temple, which seem very casual. If the old monk Wuxiu enters it, he will lose his direction. If the old monk Wuxiu does not guide him,

Even if you walk around a few clusters of red citrus trees for a day, you may not be able to find the Wujing Temple Gate.

Some people say that this is the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams Array deliberately set up by the old monk Wuxiu, with the purpose of preventing the slutty from coveting the big bell in the temple.

Xu Yishan has been inspecting the Wuxiu Reservoir for a long time and has heard many legends about Wuxiu Temple.

What makes Xu Yishan most amazing is that every year on the first day of the Lunar New Year, if the drums and bells are not ringing in the temple, the year will definitely be very sad.

If the morning bell and evening drums sound on time, the neighbors will surely be peaceful and peaceful this year.

That year, a great earthquake in the middle of Sichuan was heard. Some people recalled afterwards that only the bells rang in the temple, but they did not hear the drums at dusk.

Xu said to himself barefoot, "It's strange. I went to the temple, and there were no bells or drums. Even the futon that the old monk went to sit on was gone."

Xu Yishan asked in surprise: "It's really nothing?"

Xu said barefootly: "If you can't see me, you'll disappear. You've officially seen the ghost."

Xu Yishan fell into deep thought. The bell in the temple was made of pig iron weighing at least a few tons. Who could move the big bell? The rhinoceros leather drum required three or four people to hug it. Who would have to hold it again?

In what way did you move out?

After the reservoir is exhausted, it is more difficult to get out of no mountain construction than in the past. The reservoir silt that has been silted for decades, even if it has been exposed to the sun for half a year, people can still fall into half of their body after stepping on it.

It is no less difficult to move bells and drums from Wushu Temple.
Chapter completed!