V2.Chapter 779

But I didn't go so far in vain.

After entering the door, the old man asked us to sit down and asked if we had eaten. We said not yet. The old man turned around and went outside. It wasn't long before he gave us a plate of sweet potatoes.

"I planted it in the back field. You can have some. I'm poor and have nothing to eat. If I feel choked, I'll pour you a pot of water."

The old man went to pour us a pot of water and poured us a bowl.

Lian'er took a bite of the sweet potato and ate it sweetly. She also said to the old man, "this is the most delicious thing I've ever eaten. I've never eaten anything so delicious."

The old man sat down with a smile and said to lian'er, "when you look at your clothes, you are not an ordinary person. You must be hungry."

Lianer said, "no, I really think it's delicious."

The old man said, "you only say that because you are hungry."

"No

Lian'er and the old man insist, but yu'er and I eat slowly and don't talk.

Later, the old man asked me, "you don't look like an ordinary person. Can I calculate for you?"

I looked at the old man and gave him a hand that didn't touch the sweet potato: "thank you, old man."

The old man gave me a smile: "look at you, you have a good manner and elegant manner. You must be a man of status. How can you come to our remote place?"

"We're looking for people, so we're going through here."

The old man nodded to show that he understood. He held my hand and touched it for me. He looked at me while touching it. His eyes changed from plain to surprised. Later, the old man said, "you are not an ordinary person, but you are the most peculiar hand I have ever seen. I can't find your identity."

"My family lives in dushuo mountain, and my ancestors are predestined with taojia." I said, the old man slightly Leng for a while, carefully looked at me, suddenly said: "are you Taoxian?"

I smile, the old man got up to kneel down for me, I am busy holding the old man's hands: "this can't, your previous life is a good man, I can't stand it."

The old man got up and stood up. I asked the old man to sit down. Then I said to him, "the old man was also a great good man in his previous life. This life is the last life of the old man. In the next life, the old man must go to the Holy Land of Buddhism and become a Buddha."

"How do you know?"

"There are three lights on the top of the old man's head. The three lights are the three Buddhas in the Buddhist world. It's the first time I've seen this light when I am a human being again."

The old man said for a long time, "in that case, I'd like to borrow your lucky words."

Then I asked the old man, "old man, how come people in your village don't like outsiders?"

"It's not that I don't like outsiders. It's just that people here are very selfish. Everyone has their own ideas and will never help others. That's how it is now."

"So people here don't like charity?"

"Well, I remember when I was very young, when the neighbors saw me, they all hid away, and they were afraid that I wanted to eat with them.

In my early years, my parents fled. I followed my parents out, but I got lost on the way. Later, when I came to this village, I was only five years old. They would not give me a mouthful when they saw me huddle on the ground. "

"How are people here?"

"No, I've been here for decades, and the people here haven't changed." The old people are also very helpless.

I sat for a while, and when I was full, I told the old man that I wanted to have a rest. The old man got up and asked us to have a rest in his house. But there was a wooden bed in his house. It was obviously not enough for us to sleep there. The old man said that he could sit aside for a while without sleeping.

I said with a smile: "this is not necessary. We can sit and the old people can sleep. We only need a place to sit."

The old man couldn't say anything, so he agreed to go back to the wooden bed to have a rest.

When the old man went to have a rest, yu'er and I were meditating. The night passed quickly.

When I got up in the morning, someone came outside to shout, old man Zhao. The old man was busy getting up from the wooden bed. I asked the old man what happened. The old man got up and said, "someone must have died in one family. I'm here to help people fight against the dead, so who came to me just to put the dead in the coffin."

The old man left behind and went outside. When I went to see him, the old man had already arrived at the door of the rice seller. When he arrived at the door, the old man went in. We looked inside the door and found that it was no one else who died. It was the boss who drove us away last night. The boss was dead and stiff.

Although the old man was thin and weak, he had a lot of strength. He came out of his house with the round boss on his back. Then he went to the coffin and put the boss in the coffin. At this time, the old man went into the coffin again, sorted out the appearance and clothes for the boss, and then climbed out of the coffin.

After coming out, the old man went to the front of the coffin and kowtowed three times to the coffin.

I can't help frowning when I see it. People here are really selfish.

These people want the old people to take the dead people out of their homes and put them in coffins. It's not right in itself. I didn't expect that this event not only didn't make them grateful, but also made them so kind to the old people.

Even there are customs here, but it's not good to do so.

After the old man got up, those people gave the old man a sum of money. The old man took the money and nodded to those people before he left.

When the old man came out to see us, he couldn't help laughing and said, "this is the custom in this place."

I asked the old man, "when did this custom begin?"

The old man was embarrassed for a long time. He said, "at that time, I saw that the man was dead. It was ugly, so I ran to him. People around me didn't dare to come near me. They all said how to get people into the coffin. After thinking for a long time, I saw that my body was dirty and messy. Please help me. I thought it was disrespectful to the dead when I got people into the coffin, He kowtowed three times to the coffin of the deceased. How can I know that this kowtow has been for so many years, until now. "

Hearing the old man say that, I said: "so you have been used by these people many years ago, and now you still have no regrets?"

The old man shook his head: "now that I have done it, why bother? But my life will come to an end one day. After I die, I'm afraid I won't be here."

The old people think a lot. For a moment, I looked at the old people and the people inside.

The same is the world, some people have become evil, some people have become good.

It's not that the world is bad, it's that people's hearts are already dangerous and defiled. If not, how can they come to the world?