"Little girl, weasels are not worth much in the first place. Although the wound on your weasel's throat is small, it is cut too deep and the fur is not completely peeled off. The quality is too poor. I can only give you so much."
Wang Xiaotai handed Huang Xianfei's body to the owner of the butcher shop.
When she first arrived in this town, she didn't know where to trade, so she casually found a butcher's shop on the roadside and sold Huang Xianfei's body in exchange for some money.
The meat of the weasel is extremely smelly, hard and woody. Unless they are extremely hungry during famine, almost no one will buy the meat of the weasel.
The meat is not valuable, but the fur of the weasel is quite marketable. It is warm and cheap. The butcher shop owner bought the weasel just for the fur.
Wang Xiaotai used the money from selling the weasel to find a noodle shop near the butcher shop and sit there. She chose a position where the entire butcher shop could be seen, casually ordered a bowl of plain noodles and observed the goings on at the butcher shop.
She saw the butcher shop owner skillfully starting from the throat wound and easily peeling off the weasel's fur with a single stroke of the butcher's knife.
She also heard the butcher shop owner talking about how oily and smooth the fur was, and then watched the butcher shop owner chop the weasel's meat into pieces, mix the minced meat and pieces of meat with some swill, and feed it to the people beside him. dog.
The butcher shop owner raised two big wolfdogs. When they saw the food, the wolfdogs hurried up and ate it with gusto. Their mouths were full of red meat residue, and their beards were stained with blood foam. For them, this must be a rare delicacy. .
It is said that dragon blood and dragon meat are rare nourishing products. I don't know if these dogs will become enlightened after eating the skin and flesh of Huang Xianfei who has become a spirit.
When the noodle shop owner brought the plain noodles, he found that Wang Xiaotai had left, and there were a few noodle coins lined up on the table.
"What a weirdo."
The boss shook his head, took the money, happily took the noodles back to the kitchen and ate them himself.
Wang Xiaotai wandered aimlessly in the world. She felt very confused now. It felt like she had set a goal, but suddenly lost her direction, and was floating in the sea, going with the wind.
I don’t know where the end is, and I don’t know what is waiting for me.
She always seems to be on the go.
Along the way, she was determined to see what kind of life those people who believed in the gods lived. Only by looking at it could she understand the various behaviors of all living beings.
She saw the mother of a dying baby who was holding a dying baby with no medical treatment, staggering and kneeling all the way to beg the gods for help. The mother smashed her head, but the baby still lost his breath.
She saw the mother kneeling and crying in the temple holding her child's body.
She also saw women who had finally become pregnant accompanied by their husbands and came to fulfill their wishes and pray for their children.
She saw white-haired candidates who had been unsuccessful for decades still praying to the gods before the exam, asking for blessings that they would be able to go to high school this time.
And right next to him, Tan Hwa Lang, who was very high-spirited in his first exam, accompanied his mother and newlywed wife to fulfill their wish.
She saw boys and girls praying to gods to bless them during the Festival of Lights so that they could get a happy marriage and live happily ever after.
But she also saw the miserable look of the wife crying sadly after her husband beat her, begging the gods to send thunder to punish her husband.
She saw that in the temple full of incense, the statues of gods were shining with golden light, gazing at all living beings with a smile.
She also saw the temples in small mountain villages that were gradually withering away because no one worshiped them. The clay idols inside had lost their luster and sat alone on the altar waiting for their believers.
She saw devout believers kneeling every three steps and kowtowing every five steps on their pilgrimage, just to see the gods.
She also saw the fat priests in the temple feasting on the meat and wine offered by the believers.
The prayer of one person is prayer, and the prayer of a group of people is doctrine.
But when someone is willing to take action for their wishes, it becomes faith.
She invited a pilgrim to eat a piece of bread, and then she realized that there were such pious people in the world.
For the sake of the invisible and intangible faith, he took up his family and started the pilgrimage without hesitation, regardless of the difficulties and obstacles. He measured the land with his body and crawled before God. He was even more humble than the ants on the ground.
Apart from faith, it seems that there is no other power that can make him do all this. He seems to live for faith.
She saw some people spending a lot of money for their beliefs, and she also saw some people abandoning their wives and children for their beliefs.
Only after looking at it deliberately did I realize that in this world, faith turns out to be such an expensive thing.
Faith is elusive and cannot be seen with the naked eye. How do you measure whether you are pious?
Let's see who has made the greater contribution.
Those who donate the most money can have their names engraved on the door of the temple, and those who contribute the most can have their names hung on the prayer wall forever.
Those with money are naturally powerful.
It is a beautiful thing to abandon one's family, property, wife and children for the sake of faith. People praise such behavior and think that they can gain great merit and enter the immortal gate after death.
People record stories like this, and people like stories like this.
In this, no one cares whether the gods appear.
But Wang Xiaotai clearly remembered that Gonggong's anger touched Buzhou Mountain and the Jedi Tiantong. These immortals have lost the source of their divine power. If the current immortals want to continue to become immortals and gods, they must rely on the power of mortal faith.
Since they have to rely on the power of mortal faith, why don't they appear?
There is no god to save the dying baby, no god to try to talk to the devout believers.
They seemed not to see their bruised and angry wives, nor the eager white-haired candidates. They didn't even care about their temple, letting it be covered with dust, and they didn't care about their tributes, allowing the priests to embezzle the sacrifices. , no response.
If it weren't for the fact that he had really gone to the ninth heaven and stood in front of those gods, Wang Xiaomo would have doubted whether the gods really existed.
Are the immortals who are above us visible or invisible?
Wang Xiaotai walked alone through the mountains and rivers, saw the scorching sun and the bright moon, and blew the drizzle and breeze.
The three years of recuperation in the Lishan Mother's Palace and the body-building pills that Li Jiutuan fed her from time to time allowed her to persevere through this journey and see it all.
She asked them, and everyone who could talk to her, what did they want by doing this?
The mother held the body of her child and stupidly refused to let go. She looked at the baby in her arms, smiled and shed tears, "What do I want? What else can I want? I want my baby to live."
The white-haired examinee looked enviously at the young and strong Tanhua and his happy family in the corner, and said, "I know I shouldn't force myself at this age, but I just want to pass the exam once. I just want to know what it means to pass the exam." I feel like, once is enough, as long as I pass the exam once, I will be willing to die."
The wife who was beaten to death by her drunken husband was helped up by Wang Xiaotai, who gave her medicine. She wiped her tears and gritted her teeth and said, "What do I want? This is not simple. I want this beast to die!"
Other wishes are difficult to fulfill, and they are all things that Wang Xiaotai cannot do. She cannot cure diseases, summon spirits, or take exams, but Wang Xiaotai can help with this matter.
After the woman limped up and went to the street to buy groceries, preparing to come back and cook a meal to thank Wang Xiaotai, Wang Xiaotai looked at the man snoring loudly on the side, and listened to the neighbor angrily knocking on the wall to make the man snore. smaller.
Wang Xiaotai stood up, took out the red scale dagger, and gently pushed it into the man's chest.
She could even hear the blood of the man in front of her slowly spurting out.
This time she was very careful and her movements were very small. The blood that spattered only slowly soaked her clothes and did not spray onto Wang Xiaomo's face.
Pulling out the dagger, Wang Xiaotai looked at the red-scaled dagger in her hand. Her movements just now were clean and beautiful, without any delay. The red-scaled dagger was clean and not stained with any blood.
Wang Xiaotai's eyes were pitch black, and the fragments of sunlight shining on her face could not penetrate into the depths of her eyes, making it impossible to discern her emotions.
Since everyone in the world is suffering, I am willing to do my little bit to alleviate the suffering of the world.
