He Came From The Forbidden Land, Waving His Sleeves To Write About Immortality

Old Dengtou's remarks soon ushered in the revenge of his granddaughter.

The unburned words were thrown into the furnace again, this time not even the dregs were left.

But Lao Dengtou did not show any pain or reluctance. Instead, he happily rushed to the courtyard, spread out his paper and pen, and continued his creation.

Deng Yuejiao rolled her eyes helplessly.

Not only did the man he picked up have a bad mind, but his grandfather also had a bad mind.

Ever since he put down his carving knife and got into the 'bad habit' of writing scripts, Old Dengtou has become a bit crazy.

After sighing helplessly, Deng Yuejiao turned her attention to Lu Yuan, who looked a little dull.

"Now it seems that you have probably offended someone and been cursed, but you don't have to worry. There are many people in your situation. You just need to go to Tianguan Mansion and ask them to help you remove the curse. No. In the past, the closest teleportation array in Tianguan Mansion was thousands of miles away from here. Grandpa is old and is not suitable for traveling long distances. I don't worry about him staying at home alone. You are also a monk after all. You should be able to wait for ten or twenty years. Get up?"

After a long discussion, she found that Lu Yuan's expression did not change at all, and his face was blank.

To put it mildly, it's dull.

To put it bluntly, he is stupid.

The other party may not understand what you meant at all!

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand. Anyway, you will live here first and listen to me in everything."

Lu Yuan nodded dullly and said, "Okay, Sister Yuejiao."

Deng Yuejiao also understood. Although she didn't know why Lu Yuan retained complete speech ability, the other party's mental level was not very high. He could understand simple words, but his eyes would darken if they were slightly more complicated.

Therefore, Lu Yuan officially lived in Lao Dengtou's home.

Old Dengtou's home is not big in Taiping Town, but it is definitely not small either. It is a courtyard house passed down from his ancestors.

The courtyard where four generations were supposed to live under one roof is now only occupied by him and his granddaughter.

The life of the grandfather and grandson has always been very comfortable.

Old Dengtou crouched in front of his desk all day writing his storybook. Occasionally he would sneak into the teahouse in the town to act as a storyteller when his granddaughter was not paying attention or under the guise of walking.

Deng Yuejiao inherited the wood carving skills left by old Deng Tou. She carved in the courtyard with a carving knife all day long. Every few days, she would pack up the carved wood carvings and take them to the market for sale.

Her craftsmanship is excellent and the selling price is extremely low, so she never worries about sales. Her reputation in the town is also very good, but it is precisely because of this that she has not been able to accumulate too much wealth.

When Lao Deng decided to put down his carving knife, he once said to her young daughter: "Money is a good thing. You can't live without it. But when you save enough money to survive, money turns into a bad thing and will tempt you." You are constantly pursuing a better life, and you want better food, clothing, and everything. In the endless pursuit and comparison, you find that your money is never enough. In the end, you are swallowed up by the ever-expanding greed, and you want nothing but money. not give a damn about."

At that time, she actually didn't understand the meaning of Old Dengtou's words.

Not long after, Old Dengtou donated all the huge wealth and family property he had accumulated for most of his life, leaving only a small amount of money that was enough for the family to live smoothly for the rest of their lives.

Old Deng was the only one left in the once bustling courtyard house.

No one understood why he would rather give away all his wealth than leave it to his family.

That day, Deng Yuejiao finally understood what Old Deng had said from the resentful and angry expressions of her family.

It turns out that so-called family ties have long been corroded by money.

When the family wealth was gone, the family was naturally dispersed, and even the courtyard was almost emptied.

The young Deng Yuejiao did not leave with her parents, but insisted on staying with old Dengtou and inherited his amazing wood carving skills.

The courtyard has never been able to regain its former liveliness. The life of the grandfather and grandson is a little deserted, but it has a warmth that has never been seen before.

Now Lu Yuan's arrival has brought some life to this deserted courtyard.

Deng Yuejiao’s ‘anger’.

Old Dengtou's ears are still red.

Ever since Lu Yuan, a silly boy, gave him the inspiration to create, he had often hung around Lu Yuan, asking all kinds of weird questions.

for example:

‘Are you immortal? ’

‘Shall I give you some blood? ’

‘What does the mirror in your mind look like? ’

But no matter how he asked, Lu Yuan could never give him a satisfactory response.

And whenever his actions are discovered by his granddaughter, his ears will be poisoned.

Especially when he said he was going to bleed, the script he finally rewrote was almost burned by Deng Yuejiao again.

Lu Yuan was living in a bit of a muddle these days.

He always felt that his thoughts seemed to be blocked in some way. There was a vague feeling that all the passages in the maze were blocked, leaving only the most impossible path, and he felt uncomfortable walking on this path. , as if it would fly away at any time, but it was firmly fixed in place.

This contradictory and strange feeling always accompanied him.

He could also vaguely sense that the world in his eyes might be somewhat different from the world in the eyes of Sister Yuejiao and Old Dengtou.

But he still didn't understand the difference. Deng Yuejiao had explained to him more than once what "fire" was.

But except for the word 'fire', which he heard clearly, the other person's other words seemed to be automatically filtered and turned into something he couldn't understand.

It made him look far stupider than normal.

He didn't understand why the water in the pot gurgled and bubbled a lot.

He didn't understand why the sun always appeared during the day and the moon always appeared at night.

He didn't understand why areas swept by a broom were cleaner than areas not swept by a broom.

He didn't understand why Sister Yue Jiao accidentally cut her fingers while chopping vegetables and her fingers started to bleed, but he was unscathed even when he slashed his wrist with a kitchen knife.

…

There are so many things he doesn't understand.

Sister Yue Jiao would explain some things to him, but just like 'Huo''s explanation, these explanations became completely incomprehensible to his ears.

Gradually he stopped asking.

He realized his 'stupidity'.

This kind of 'stupidity' seems to be innate and cannot be changed by anyone.

Perhaps, as Sister Yuejiao said, he was cursed.

Compared with Sister Yuejiao's remarks, he actually agreed more with what Old Dengtou said.

Old Dengtou had been pestering him for a long time, just to find inspiration for his own storybook. The protagonist of the storybook happened to have lost all his memory and became stupid.

Lao Dengtou said that the protagonists in his novels need to be free from the influence of their predecessors, look at everything in the world with a new perspective, give their own explanations for what they see and hear, and construct their own complete and self-consistent cognitive logic. , and then use this as a foundation to create a path of practice.

Of course, Lu Yuan was not stupid enough to think that he was really like the protagonist in Old Deng's mouth, an immortal who had cut off all the past.

But he felt that what Old Deng said was reasonable.

As long as he can construct his own set of cognitive logic, the number of times he will be "stupid" will be much less.

So he tried to ask Old Dengtou how the protagonist in his novel did it. Old Dengtou was really excited and explained to him eloquently for a long time.

But just like the questions he asked Deng Yuejiao, he didn't understand a word.

It's as if someone doesn't allow him to understand.

Finally, Old Dengtou handed him a carving knife and a piece of wood.

"Carve! If you can carve out a human form, you're basically done!"