As soon as the old man put his neck into the hemp rope trap, Fang Jian blew a breath, and the hemp rope broke. The old man's body suddenly swayed and fell backwards. Fang Jian immediately reached out to hold him.
The old man took two breaths and then opened his eyes, only to see a face that was both beautiful and graceful, but also majestic.
"Old man, did you hang yourself?" Fang Jian asked.
"." The old man stood up slowly, then looked at Fang Jian and said, "Young man, since you can see it, don't disturb me, old man."
Fang Jian said with a smile: "I want to accumulate some virtue. When you go up, I will rescue you."
The old man was startled and said, "Is this how you accumulate evil virtue?"
"Yes." Fang Jian nodded and said, "You go up once and I save you once. This is one act of kindness. I save you and you come down again and I save you again. This is two acts of kindness."
At this point, Fang Jian counted with his fingers: "In this way, I can accumulate hundreds of karmic virtues in a day. Old man, since you don't want to live anymore, you might as well help me. How about accumulating some karmic virtues?"
The old man's face was sad and his brows were furrowed. When he heard Fang Jian's words, he couldn't help but said: "Young man, I see you are not very old, why are you so wicked?"
"How can this be called a bad virtue?" Fang Jian said, "This is a great merit."
The old man shook his head and said, "Buddha will deduct your merits if you do this."
"Buddha can't deduct my merits." Fang Jian said, "Old man, are you still hanging?"
The old man stared at Fang Jian for a while, then looked back at the broken hemp rope, finally sighed and sat down on the big rock at his feet.
Fang Jian smiled when he saw this, and then sat down on a dead tree root opposite the old man, "Old man, are you thinking about it?"
"I didn't think anything of it." The old man looked at Fang Jian and said, "I just don't want to hang myself when I think of you trying to use me to accumulate some evil deeds."
"Hahaha." Fang Jian laughed, and then asked: "Old man, why can't you think about it?"
When the old man heard this, he sighed immediately, then looked at the Third Prince, then at Fang Jian, and then asked: "Which family does the young man belong to?"
"He's from out of town," Fang Jian said.
The old man nodded and said: "It turns out that he is a young master from out of town. I think he must be a man who has read poetry and books. Old man, there are some things I don't understand and I want to ask him for advice."
Fang Jian heard this and said, "Excuse me, old man."
The old man raised his head and glanced at the sun in the sky, and then asked Fang Jian: "Master, which one is better, the sun or my son?"
Fang Jian smiled and said: "For most people, it should be a son, right?"
"I can't see it." The old man looked at the sun and said, "The sun rises in the east and sets in the west every day, keeping me warm all over, but it doesn't ask for any money from me. But what about my son? He is my biological child. Yes, his mother and I raised him up, fed him, and clothed him. I gave him whatever he wanted. We matched him with whomever he wanted to marry, and we gave him the family property if he wanted it. . Later, he thought that we, the couple, were old and useless, so he kicked us out. He didn’t remember the grace of raising us. He wanted the family property and the land, and he wanted our money. Give it to him, even his mother’s dowry, and he will take it. Now that we have nothing, we are old and no longer of use to him, so he kicked us out. His mother died of illness last month, and I even There was not even a straw mat for the corpse. I went to ask him for one, and he said, "I am your son. You have to consider me as a son. When my son and I build up our family fortune, I will build the most luxurious one for you two." The grave, now, the two elders should suffer for a while."
Speaking of this, the old man couldn't help but shed two lines of tears from the corners of his dry and wrinkled eyes.
"Does the government not care?" Fang Jian asked.
The old man said: "I have gone to the government and filed a complaint, but the government wants us, the old couple, to prove that we are his parents. But we have nothing, and the household registration is not in our hands. How can we prove it?"
Having said this, the old man wiped away his tears, blew his nose, and then asked Fang Jian: "Master, tell me, which one is better, the sun or the son? The sun doesn't want anything, and still shines on us every day. What about the son? They wanted everything, but they asked for everything from us, and then abandoned us when we had nothing left.”
"If you put it this way, the sun is better." Fang Jian said.
The old man said: "My son has been afraid of the sun since he was a child."
"Oh?" Fang Jian said differently: "Why is this?"
The old man said: "He was naughty when he was a child. He went swimming in the river, and then fell asleep on the grass by the river. When he woke up, a layer of skin was peeled off from the sun all over his body. It took a year of medication to cure it. From then on, From then on, he was afraid of the sun. Every time he
If you want to go out to do things, you have to wait until the sun goes down before you dare to go out. "
"Is this God's punishment for seeing that he is an unfilial son?" the old man asked.
Fang Jian nodded and said, "Yes."
"Alas." The old man said, "Sir, thank you for being willing to listen to me, an old man, saying this. It feels much better to say it."
Fang Jian quickly asked: "Then you still hang yourself?"
"I'll think about it again," the old man said.
Fang Jian smiled and said: "Old man, why not become the sun?"
"???" The old man looked at Fang Jian in surprise, "Being the sun? What do you mean?"
Fang Jian smiled and said: "The sun shines on all things and asks for nothing in return. As long as you follow the sun's virtues, you will also be the sun in the world."
The old man's eyes widened for a moment, and after a while he said: "Old man, I have also been in private school for a few years. I can understand what you are saying. You want me to imitate the sun and help others without asking for anything in return?"
"Yes." Fang Jian nodded and said.
The old man said: "But I have nothing now, only a handful of old bones."
Fang Jian smiled and said, "Have you ever considered going to a temple to chant sutras and pray for people to save the souls of the dead?"
"A monk?" the old man asked in shock.
"Yes." Fang Jian said, "Perhaps this is the only way you can imitate the virtues of the Sun, old man."
"It's better than hanging on this tree." Fang Jian said.
The old man turned around and looked at the tree he had just prepared to hang himself on. At this time, a bright light had lit up in his heart, dispelling the sadness and gloom in his heart.
But when he turned around and wanted to speak to Fang Jian, he found that Fang Jian had disappeared. He immediately looked everywhere but could not see Fang Jian, as if he had never appeared.
"Fairy!" When the old man realized what he was doing, he exclaimed in surprise, and then shouted loudly: "It's the deity who has come to ferry me, it's the deity who has come to ferry me!"
The old man's voice resounded in the forest, and suddenly the birds in the forest were startled.
After Fang Jiandu transformed the old man, he went all the way to the small power of Xuanhe Dragon King in Xiniu Hezhou.
This is in a mountainous area. The Xuanhe Dragon King has used his magic power to build pavilions and pavilions. The silk and bamboo in the pavilions and pavilions are melodious to the ear, and the shadows are fragrant. At first glance, it doesn't look like a serious place.
Fang Jian used Ruyi Transformation to change his appearance, and then entered it.
It was very easy for him to come in. There were only two guards from the True Fairyland at the gate who briefly questioned him and then let him in.
After a brief understanding, Fang Jian realized that this place was called "Huanyi Building". The Xuanhe Dragon King was so wealthy that he recruited hundreds of banshees to work for him in this building.
As for what they do, they know how to do it. At the same time, this place only accepts monks, so when the banshees are doing things, they also have to help the Xuanhe Dragon King find out about the Yuqing Dragon Girl.
"Fellow Taoist, do you want to order something?" A voluptuous female monster dressed in a colorful dress twisted her waist and came to Fang Jian and asked.
Fang Jian frowned and said, "Order?"
The female monster smiled charmingly, then clapped her hands. The next moment, the door of the pavilion opened wide, and more than twenty female monsters with different styles and styles wearing various blood-stirring clothes came out in a neat queue.
"Order." The female monster put a hand on Fang Jian's shoulder, with a seductive and mysterious smile on her face.
But at the next moment, a divine light flashed from Fang Jian's body, and the female monster screamed and was blown away by the divine light. After landing, she was knocked back to her original shape. It turned out to be a leopard cat monster.
"Sister!" The twenty or so banshees saw the trembling ocelot cat demon lying on the ground and quickly stepped forward to hug her.
At this time, Fang Jian raised his hand, pointed outside the attic and said, "Get out."
The banshees glanced at Fang Jian hatefully, then turned and walked out of the attic. Walking at the end was a young seductress who looked to be only eighteen or nineteen years old, with a trace of innocence on her face.
Before leaving, this young seductress turned around and gave Fang Jian a ghostly look, and then said: "Why are you pretending to be serious here? It's hypocritical! Hmph!"
Fang Jian raised his hand a little, and the upper and lower lips of the young enchantress suddenly grew together. The young enchantress immediately made a sound of "oooooooo", and then ran out covering her mouth with a look of horror. .
As those demon girls left, just after a cup of tea, a Taiyi Xuanxian Qi machine appeared in the attic.
Fang Jian knew that the Dragon King of Xuanhe was coming without even raising his head. He brewed a cup of spiritual tea for himself and said as if he was minding his own business: "As the Dragon King of Xuanhe, a sixth-grade immortal official in heaven, you came to Hezhou, Xiniu. You are really brave to open a brothel in the world of spiritual practice."
The Hanging Dragon King, who was hiding in the dark, couldn't help but be shocked when he heard this. Those witches came to him to complain. He thought that some unsighted people came to make trouble again, but he didn't expect that this time it was someone who knew his details.
The Hanging River Dragon King immediately appeared, then waved his hand to close the attic door, and set up a barrier. Then he raised his hand to Fang Jian and asked, "Who do you think you are?"
Immediately, Fang Jian's whole body was surrounded by fairy light, and the changes were instantly removed, revealing his true face.
Xuanhe Dragon King couldn't help but change his color in shock when he saw it. He looked at Fang Jian's robe and said in surprise: "Ling Xiao Jade Belt Robe?!"
Although he has never seen Fang Jian, he has seen magical objects such as the Qingxia Jade Qilin Robe and the Lingxiao Jade Belt Robe, because many of the big guys in the imperial court have been given such robes before, such as Erlang Zhenjun , Emperor Zhenwu, Emperor Qinghua of Dongji.
