Chapter 12 The Tao is Taoist, but it is very Taoist

Author: Dao Ge

Chapter 12 The Tao is Taoist, but it is very Taoist

The costumes are full of resentment.

But now that I have killed someone, my anger has been relieved and there is no longer a threat.

"What did you do?" Yan Lan looked back.

"That male student named Yin Tinglun is very clever. He asked us to look for rewards from the sleeves of the costumes during the performance."

Feng Xuanming continued: "Fitball enthusiasts will throw reward money to the opera performers, maybe it is paper money for use."

[However, these clothes are very likely to attack us. I am relatively flexible, so I will come and you can help me stop them.]

Yin Tinglun plucked up his courage, his eyelids still flushed:

【Although I am afraid of snakes and timid, I will not hold you back.】

"These clothes really strangle people with their sleeves, just like a hanged man."

Feng Xuanming laughed bitterly, "Then we spent a lot of effort to get the paper money from them - there was a time when Fan Minghu was a few steps too slow and Yin Tinglun almost died, but I was the one who saved him."

Yan Lan thought for a while and then faced her face: Fan Minghu is the Huang Mao who looks a little kidney-deficient.

Watch Patek Philippe, is a rich second generation.

"You did it on purpose! You want to kill me!" Yin Tinglun said angrily, covering his painful throat.

Fan Minghu yelled back guiltily: [I was just a step too late, who told you to be such a weakling! Don’t you know how to hold on a little longer?!]

"Then what?"

"Then we got two pieces of paper money with black dragons painted on them. They were as thin as meat skin - the two pieces of paper money on the table."

Feng Xuanming wiped his face and said tiredly:

"Actually, there were three, but Fan Minghu hid one and was discovered by Yin Tinglun. Yin Tinglun had an argument with him and was pushed to the ground by Fan Minghu."

[You, a poor and inexperienced student, what is the value of living? The machine of society does not need so many screws from you!]

Fan Minghu clenched the three pieces of paper money in his hand and sneered:

[And you, the food delivery guy, are two poor bastards, bah! From now on, they will all work as brick movers for us!]

He glanced sideways at Yin Tinglun on the ground and the delivery boy next to him:

[How about waiting for me to go out and arrange a good cemetery for you. People like you can’t afford a good cemetery after working all your life, hahahaha...]

Yin Tinglun was so angry that his hands trembled, and he suddenly pounced on Fan Minghu, pulled the "paper money" and threw it to Feng Xuanming.

Then he gritted his teeth, desperately, almost with tears streaming down his face, and tore off Fan Minghu's snake ring, growling angrily:

[In the face of life and death, who do you think you are superior to?!]

"Yin Tinglun destroyed Fan Minghu's snake ring and was convicted of direct homicide. Immediately afterwards, his snake ring also exploded.

"I just, I don't understand..."

Feng Xuanming looked at Yan Lan and forced a smile that was uglier than crying. He wanted to bite his lip but couldn't help but choke. Tears fell on his hands covered with thick calluses and frostbite:

"You think this person now... why does he even want to divide the rights of life and death into different levels?"

Yanlan was silent.

[...I am reminded of my dad. He has no education, no ability, no pension, and lives busy all his life until he dies]

[We don’t know why, but just looking at his face that was wrinkled by the wind, he suddenly felt suffocated and uncomfortable as if someone had strangled his neck. Damn it, I want to cry, fuck!]

[I can’t even afford a cemetery in the city. I’m afraid someone will dig it up and throw it away before the twenty-year property rights expire before I get enough sleep hahaha]

[Specified reward park coins × 6]

[I’m not pouring cold water on everyone, if you can’t survive, no matter how much you reward, it’s useless]

[Yeah, the next stop is the Aquarium Museum, which is one of the three serious ghost stories in the park]

"You just said," Yan Lan paused, "Yin Tinglun destroyed Fan Minghu's snake ring?"

"yes."

Feng Xuanming wiped away his tears and nodded, "Is there any problem?"

"No."

Yan Lan was silent for two seconds, then took out the last wet wipe and handed it to the crying middle-aged man, with a low and calm voice:

"Wipe the blood and go to the museum as soon as possible."

After she finished speaking, she was about to leave, when she suddenly caught sight of something from the corner of her eye.

At the edge of the stage, there is a very pale green petal.

…

Fang Shu saw Yan Lan opening the curtain and coming out, and gave him a questioning look.

"Don't you want to give me some advice?"

"Why, I look like a successful master?"

Yan Lan glanced at him and said, "There was once a person who had no hope of life. I suddenly made 100 million. Now he is getting ahead?"

Fang Shu: "..."

"Stop joking."

Yan Lan chuckled and walked west into the glass gallery: "Besides, I'm a poor guy. Is this 100 million a bank robbery or a loan from the underworld business bank?"

"Ordinary people are not used to this," Fang Shu stepped forward to catch up, hesitating for a moment, "How about I..."

"Why don't you go and fill a pot of chicken soup for someone?" Yan Lan interrupted helplessly, "Have you ever seen a live fish in a frying pan?"

"What?" Fang Shu was slightly stunned.

"A fish that falls into hot oil can't escape from being covered in bruises no matter how hard it struggles and rolls. No amount of comfort can be compared to the silent and dull gaze of the 'fish' when it is dying."

Yan Lan continued to walk forward, her voice was slow and calm, so clear and cool:

"The Tao can be Tao, but it is very Tao. Some truths can only be appreciated by oneself, but they will change their taste once you speak them."

After all, that's the way the world is.

With all the people following the trend and the materialistic desires, even if she cultivates her moral character and takes refuge in the world, her spine will be bent by a few taels of silver, and she will lose her freedom and ease.

Fang Shu was silent.

"Take the paper money."

Yan Lan suddenly raised her hand and threw it back, throwing the wet wipe wrapped with meat paper money to Fang Shu:

"Now the only thing left is sandalwood, which is the dragon heart and bone incense in the ritual records."

She paused for a moment, and the tone was a little lazily drawn out: "Have you read the legal records?"

"Looked at it."

Fang Shu calmed down his emotions and nodded, putting the things in his pocket, "It sounds like it has something to do with the big fish he caught, but the aquarium museum..."

Yan Lan listened quietly, glanced at the glass beside her inadvertently, and suddenly froze:

Light lit up in the reservoir in the distance, densely entangled like water plants...

human face.
Chapter completed!