vrcanaries Chapter 300: My Lord, Get As Far Away As You Can (24)
Chapter 300: My Lord, Get As Far Away As You Can (24)
In the vast expanse of white, patches of green are painted out, and the bamboos in the bamboo forest are surrounded by ice and snow, like a fairyland covered in silver.
The wind is cold, and the bamboos in the bamboo forest make rustling sounds, as if telling a winter story.
A wooden house stands in the forest, with smoke wafting from the chimney, bringing a feeling of peace and warmth.
Suddenly, a thunderous voice interrupted the silence.
"You stinky old man, why are you regretting your move again?"
An old man with snow-white hair and a curled white beard, which curls up when he speaks angry.
He angrily threw the white piece in his hand onto the table. The piece bounced up with a "click" and fell into the snow.
The slovenly old man sat opposite him, his black hair was messy and his clothes were a little dirty. He put one foot on the chair and looked fearless, like a rogue.
He was not afraid of death and said arrogantly: "What, you put your hand in the wrong place because of shaking, and you won't let me move it back? You are a miracle doctor praised by people, why are you so petty?"
The angry white-haired old man pointed directly at his nose and shouted: "You you you...! You old scoundrel!"
Then he picked up a chess piece between his two fingers and flicked it lightly, aiming it straight at the sloppy old man's temple.
The sloppy old man effortlessly held the chess piece between two fingers and casually threw it into the chess box. He said nonchalantly, "Hey, Old Deng! Why did you do that? You said you smashed a hole in my handsome face. How can I face people in the future?"
After saying that, he did not forget to pretend to be shy and pinched his fingers together, pretending to wipe away tears, and then glanced at the white-haired old man with a coquettish look.
Old Deng pointed at him with disgust and cursed, "Bah! Do you have the nerve to do that? You are already in your forties and still so handsome! Look at how sloppy you are. You look neither human nor ghost, and you even look like a brothel owner!"
"Tsk tsk tsk, you should let your apprentice see how ugly you are!"
When his apprentice was mentioned, the sloppy old man immediately became dissatisfied.
He used his hands to fiddle with his loose hair and said loudly and confidently: "Hey, hey, hey, we're just arguing, why did it become a personal attack? How am I ugly like this? I'm just following nature! Look at how you comb your hair so tight, be careful or you'll go bald sooner!"
"Why bother arguing with that little bastard? Even if he's in front of me now, I'll still beat him back!"
The two of them were arguing fiercely, chattering non-stop, and their hands were not idle either, throwing chess pieces at each other.
The monk sitting between them watched them fight quietly, with a kind and peaceful look in his eyes.
When it was almost time to speak, he began to persuade, "Amitabha. Why do you two donors have to ruin the harmony over a game of chess?"
Mr. Deng: "If he didn't always regret his moves, would I have quarreled with him? I tolerated it once or twice, but he did it three or four times! If I don't stop him, he will do it five, six, seven or eight times!"
The sloppy old man said, "Master Minghui, don't bother with him. He is petty and always fusses over trivial matters."
Mr. Deng: "It's a small matter!? If it's a small matter, then don't regret it and just admit defeat. The wine I have hidden for sixty years will be mine!"
The wine buried under the bamboo in front of the wooden house was brewed by the most famous winemaker of the previous dynasty.
Originally, the jar of wine was given to Monk Minghui by the winemaker, but monks do not drink alcohol or eat meat, so now the precious item still lies silently in the ground.