Taoist temple in the mountains

Chapter 473, poor man
"Brother, [-]% off! [-]% off! There is only a three-day deadline! Don't you think it would be a pity if we miss it like this?" Han Xiangzheng looked at the counter with a shining face, with a big [-]% off subtitle He looked at Li Yun pitifully with his small eyes, so he almost didn't say it directly and bought it quickly.

Li Yun looked at the advertisement speechlessly, shook his head full of disdain for this marketing method, and said: "How can I say this is a marketing method, its cost is actually. Oh, let me go, the price of this pressure cooker is quite low. Buy buy buy."

Li Yun doesn't feel much about spending money on such things. The reason for this is that A has learned a few tricks and peeled them in the kitchen. He damaged the already dilapidated pressure cooker, and now he has to buy a new one. A pressure cooker, but Ah Da also paid a big price for this. Today, he has to stand on one foot all night, and one hour of training time will be added when his feet fall.

Faced with the temptation of a [-]% discount, even though Li Yun knew that this was a way of hunger marketing plus so-called super value promotion, he couldn't refuse
"The marketing method is really terrible." Li Yun hurriedly went to the front desk to pay the bill, while Han Xiang happily carried the pressure cooker, bouncing around, as happy as a child of hundreds of years old.

"It's a pity that the spatula isn't broken for the new pressure cooker, otherwise I'd better buy it too, and you can get a [-]% discount if you buy it together with the pressure cooker." Han Xiang was a little bit regretful that the spatula wasn't broken, otherwise he could buy it.

"Don't buy, buy, buy for the sake of buying, buying, buying, it goes against the essence of shopping, this kind of bundled marketing." Li Yun rejected Han Xiang's immature suggestion with a smile on his face.

Walking on the road, suddenly the sky became cloudy and it began to rain slowly
Many passers-by avoided it, thinking that the rain would be unpredictable, but Li Yun didn't feel it. Taking advantage of people's attention, he took out the oil-paper umbrella painted with plum blossoms from the universe in his sleeve, and at the same time passed an umbrella to him. It is fragrant.

"It's raining again. It's been raining a lot these days." Li Yun sighed and saw the man in front of him who was still staggering under the rain without an umbrella. His whole body was wet and dirty. Yes, but I didn't care much about it. I carefully took out stacks of missing person notices protected by plastic wrap from my backpack, and pasted them in a conspicuous place.

Ignoring the heavy rain, he was always doing his own thing, without the slightest hesitation, without the slightest hesitation.

Li Yun looked at the middle-aged man silently, then walked over, patted him on the shoulder, and handed him the umbrella.

"Xiao Daoist, you..." The middle-aged man was a little flattered when he saw the umbrella Li Yun handed over.

Li Yun shook his head and said nothing. At the same time, he pointed to Hanxiang next to him, and said with a smile, "Poverty has an umbrella. I don't really need this umbrella, but you do need this umbrella very much."

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, took the umbrella, and kept thanking him.

"Thank you. I will definitely return it to you if I have a chance. Please."

Originally, the middle-aged man wanted to ask Li Yun where the Daoist Temple was, and he would definitely return it next time, but he was relieved, only to find that the two of them had gone far away, holding a Jiangnan paper umbrella together, and walking shoulder to shoulder. Far.
The middle-aged man has an illusion that the person under the paper umbrella is actually not a human being
Under the rainy season, in a paper umbrella, it seems like a dream——

The middle-aged man came to Sanqing Temple. He didn't know why, so he just came to the Taoist temple. This is a small Taoist temple that is a bit remote and the mountain is not easy to climb.

There is obviously a more famous Luofu Mountain around, but he doesn't even know what he thinks about it, maybe it's just because he was attracted by instinct.

Why did it come out of instinct?
The middle-aged man didn't know either, he only knew that maybe it was the Taoist temple, or maybe it was one of the scriptures inside.
"Cough, cough, cough," the middle-aged man skillfully took out a tissue from his pocket, and skillfully wiped away the coughed up blood.

The middle-aged man is very cautious about the cleanliness of the Taoist temple, and feels that his dirty body will defile the clean Taoist temple.

"Sure enough, worshiping God is still unreliable."

At this time, the middle-aged man was just about to leave, but Li Yun stopped him from behind.

"It's fate to see you, why don't you come in?"

It was still the familiar warm smile, exactly the same as the scene when the umbrella was handed that day, a person who gave him a little bit of luck in misfortune.

"Xiao Daoist, so you are here." The sad expression on the middle-aged man's face stretched, and he quickly handed over the umbrella, bowing and saying thanks: "Thank you. Thank you. That's great. I can repay your kindness."

Li Yun smiled slightly, without saying anything, just took the peach blossom paper umbrella, and it was considered to be returned to the original owner.

The middle-aged man hesitated, and asked Li Yun cautiously.

"Excuse me. Can I go in and worship the gods?"

With tattered and dirty clothes and a disheveled face, the middle-aged man was afraid that his appearance would offend the gods and would not help him, so he hesitated in front of the door.

"Of course it is possible, as long as the heart is there." Li Yun brought the middle-aged man to the main hall. The middle-aged man was hesitant at first, but the effect of meditation here made him calm down a little.

When I came to the main hall, I saw several statues of gods standing here. They are all famous Taoist gods, with names and surnames, and middle-aged men also know them.
God of Fortune, Zhong Kui, God of Wealth, Moon Lao.
There is also an unnamed shrine, which has nothing but incense candles, and is completely incompatible with these great gods who can name them.

The middle-aged man hesitated for a while, but still came to the shrine with no name, no surname and no priesthood.
From the dilapidated backpack, he took out a piece of copy paper, put it in front of the shrine, and said silently.

"I don't need wealth, I don't need happiness, and I don't need love. I just want to ask if you can help me find her. I just want to say a word to her."

My thoughts go back to many years ago, the happy time when that beautiful girl played games with him at the entrance of the village, and the time when I read books together.

Until that day, the night when I was married off by the so-called orders of my parents and the words of a matchmaker.
"If I caught up with that small car that day...would things be different?"

Because of low self-esteem and cowardice, I finally gave up and failed to convey the sentence.

For that sentence, the middle-aged man has traveled all over the country, from the past, to the present, and in the not-too-distant future, he will continue to walk until the moment his life burns out.

The prayer from heart to heart, this voice conveyed nothing left in Li Yun's heart.
A poor man's prayer--

(End of this chapter)