"There really is such a person..." After listening to my story, Xiao Ai tilted his head and looked at the night sky. Looking at the slightly open mouth, it was obvious that he was yearning for it. It's no wonder
, after all, these three things, happiness, wealth and longevity, are the most favorite things for ordinary people in the market.
While I was thinking about it, Gui Gui, who was beside me and listened to my story honestly, tugged on my sleeves. Then, he stood with his legs crossed and whispered: "Isn't there a person named Peng Zu? His life span is longer than the one you mentioned."
He must have grown a lot."
"Are you sure?" I smiled and pinched Gui Gui's little nose. Seeing this, Gui Gui frowned slightly, quickly avoided my teasing and patted me, then took Ding Ling's arm and asked her.
: "Sister Ding Ling, is there a person named Peng Zu, the one who has lived as long as the boss!"
"There seems to be such a person, he must be more than 800 years old, I remember." Although he is interested in these things, Ding Ling, a beautiful girl who only shows how to kill people, obviously does not have enough confidence to argue with me about these evil things.
Damn it
When the ghost asked her, I could only pretend to understand. Seeing that she seemed very unsure, I nodded and took over the conversation: "Peng Zu does exist. You are right, Mei Niuer.
According to legend, this man lived to be eight hundred years old."
"Look, look!" Upon hearing this, Ding Ling immediately became happy, but before she could say anything for a few seconds, I spread my hands and said with a smile, "However, this statement is not entirely correct.
Looking at it today, this man is far from that old."
"Why?" As soon as these words came out, the ladies were all stunned. Seeing that they all looked very expectant, I cleared my throat and explained: "In the era when Peng Zu lived, it was different from our current era.
There are many differences. Now, there are a little more than 365 days in a year. This is calculated according to the earth's revolution period, that is, the time it takes for the sun to travel around the twelve constellations of the zodiac. However, in
In ancient times
There is no such theory. They calculated the days through the rotation of sixty star positions. In other words, a year at that time was equivalent to sixty days now. From this point of view, this is called Peng Zu.
The actual age of this person is only over one hundred and forty years old, which can be considered a longevity, but it cannot be considered a record-breaker. Just because there are too many stupid girls like you who don’t understand anything, this person is
It's said to be so miraculous.
I said and laughed. At this time, Ding Ling pinched my waist reluctantly and said: "You are the stupid girl! You are the only smart one! You stinky fox, day by day
I know how to make up stories, nothing serious!"
"What I said is true, I'm not making up a story." I said with a smile, pretending to be innocent.
"Humph! Only a ghost will believe you, you stinky fox!" Ding Ling said, curling her mouth and showing disdain. Seeing her like this, I shrugged helplessly, then poked the girl's waist and said with a smile: "Say
This incident reminds me of a legend about Peng Zu, do you want to listen to it?"
"No!" Ding Ling said with a arrogant curl of his lips.
"You really don't want it?" I knew this girl's character so well that I asked with a smile. After hearing this, Ding Ling looked at me, then sighed and said to me: "Since you want to say that, then...
Let’s talk about it!”
"Then, it's better not to say anything." I said and yawned. At this time, Xiao Ai, who was intrigued, pushed me very resentfully: "Master... we don't do this.
....."
"That's right." Gui Gui said and nodded cooperatively. Seeing that the little girl was getting more and more aggressive, I gently tapped Gui Gui on the head. Seeing this, Gui Gui covered her head.
He raised his head and looked at me with those hateful little eyes, then ran to Ding Ling, grabbed Ding Ling's clothes and complained: "Sister Ding Ling, he is bullying!"
"I'll beat him for you!" Ding Ling said, running over with a smile and patting me, and then ran away with a smile again, as if he was afraid that I would take the opportunity to retaliate...
Regarding her poor and happy behavior, I could only silently accept it, smiled bitterly a few times, and then stopped pursuing it. However, one woman is annoying enough, especially three women together. I didn't want to follow her.
What they were talking about was suddenly revealed under the gentle caress of the three beauties.
What I want to tell you is actually a very boring story. It is filled with the weird flavor of ordinary people being idle, poor and happy. It is said that there is a village in Xijing Town, Licheng, Changzhi City, Shanxi Province, which is said to be the residence of Peng Zu.
, and there is Pengzu Temple, so it is named Pengzhuang.
The ancestor of Pengzhuang is this old longevity star. Many stories about Pengzu are spread in the local area.
The life experience of Peng Zu is controversial in the historians, because at that time, there were many people with names very close to him. However, what is certain is that Peng Zu was definitely a legendary figure in China. It is said that he lived for eight hundred years.
In her eighties, my wife has been married to more than one hundred people, but at such an old age, her face is still rosy and she is full of energy.
His last wife wanted to know the reason, so she said coquettishly to Peng Zu: "Although I am young, my health is not as good as yours. Please tell me the secret of longevity, so that we can stay together forever."
Peng Zu looked at his beloved wife who was as beautiful as a flower. He was happy for a moment and said, "It's useless to tell you. The reason why I'm still alive at such an old age is because the Lord of Hell accidentally tore my name off the book of life and death and made it into paper."
It’s a twist, my name can’t be found in the book of life and death, that’s why I’m alive until now.”
In fact, the King of Hell had been paying attention to Peng Zu for a long time, but he couldn't find his name, so he kept him happy and happy. Seeing that he was getting more and more awesome, he sent two imps to the river in the village where Peng Zu lived.
Washing the charcoal, talking about it while washing the charcoal is like two lunatics.
At that time, Peng Zu's wife happened to go down to the river to wash clothes. She saw two people washing charcoal, and they were still muttering: "Wash the black charcoal, wash the black charcoal, wash the white charcoal and sell it for money."
Peng Zu's wife was very surprised, so she murmured: "Are you two stupid? My husband-in-law has lived for eight hundred and eighty years, and he has never heard that black charcoal can whiten his skin."
The two brats said they didn’t believe it. How could anyone live to be eight hundred years old? How could he die without bragging? When Peng Zu’s wife saw it, she was also very unhappy, so she proudly told the two brats the secret of Peng Zu’s longevity.
When the little ghost heard this, he was overjoyed and ran back to report it to the King of Hell. After hearing this, the King of Hell quickly found the paper twister, drew with the red pen, and sent the ghost to lure Peng Zu away.
When later people talked about this, they felt very sorry for it, so they circulated a jingle to insinuate this kind of prodigal woman who harmed her husband: "Peng Zu lived for eight hundred and eighty years, but he could not tell the truth to his wife and dared to boast casually.