"Miss Qianqian, how dare you ask what the bones on the roadside are left?" Wang Lin lowered his head to eat, as if he asked inadvertently.

In this famine era, everything is possible, and we cannot blame anything from the highest point of morality. But Wang Lin still felt a little uncomfortable. He couldn't explain why, but he was a faint heartache, like summer snowflakes and winter wildfires.

As soon as Wang Lin said, Zuo Qianqian reached out to pick up food and stopped immediately. She slowly put down her chopsticks and sighed heavily. "Some of them are human, some of them are beasts."

A faint sadness was revealed with Zuo Qianqian's words, which made Wang Lin's face suddenly entangled and blamed himself in his heart. He asked what he asked, and he still had to ask clearly what he was doing even though he knew the answer!

However, Wang Lin didn't say anything, and ate on his own, and didn't look at Zuo Qianqian, quietly waiting for her next sentence. Wang Ling looked up at Zuo Qianqian, with a trace of unbearableness in his eyes.

"At a very early time, some people were so hungry that they dug out the dead people who sold them to the fields and ate them. People knew who it was, but no one asked." Zuo Qianqian said sadly: "But from then on, no matter which dead people in the family were cremated on the spot. Sometimes in winter, there were no enough firewood to be picked up, and some unburned bones would be left."

When Zuo Qianqian said this, Wang Lin and Wang Ling looked at each other, their eyes full of shock. Unexpectedly, they were able to persist in this situation. What a great merit and belief!

"Oh..." Wang Lin shook his head and sighed slightly, then silently put down the dishes and chopsticks. He was no longer in the mood to eat any more.

"And those animal bones were hunted by the village names, so they were roasted and shared on the spot. Sometimes they would also give some to those who had no labor force at home, just like me." Zuo Qianqian continued.

"Qianqian, wait a moment, didn't you say that your parents left you a lot of things for you?" Wang Ling interrupted Zuo Qianqian and said.

Zuo Qianqian had previously said that his parents had hidden the food in order to give her hope of living, and she knew it alone. But now she said this, which made Wang Ling confused and puzzled.

"I think they are so pitiful... they are all given to them..." Zuo Qianqian rubbed the corners of her clothes with both hands, almost biting her lips.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked." Wang Ling immediately stood up and apologized. In order to leave her life, her parents gave it to others. Now, how much sadness should she bear in her heart when asked?

Wang Lin breathed a deep breath, and he started fighting and walked outside. What Zuo Qianqian said just now shocked him and couldn't describe the pain.

It is ironic that people have already achieved such a difficult situation for the false virtue, but they still doubt them.

"I am still a Buddhist disciple. What is the difference between this thought and the disgust of the world?" Wang Lin looked up at the sunset and said softly.

"That..." Someone carefully poked his head out from the other side of the house and asked with hope, "Is it decimal meat here before?"

Wang Lin put away his self-blame expression and turned around. In front of him was a skinny middle-aged man. Unlike Deng Fangping's strongness, he was so slim that he was almost covered with bones. If it weren't for his deep sunken eyes and his dim luster, Wang Lin wouldn't have thought he was a living person.

"Yes, uncle." Wang Lin said softly: "Look, the things are all under the wall. We have all divided them. Every family can come to collect one, and you can just take it away."

"How can this be done? Taking it without complaining is called a thief. It is already a great favor for the little living Buddha to share our food, so how dare he take it without complaining?" The middle-aged man said righteously.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem like something a village farmer can say, but that's the case.

"This thing is yours. I just return them to the original owner and I cannot be a living Buddha." Wang Lin waved his hand and refused, "But what kind of person was Mr. Shun before, and he had such noble thoughts?"

"I'm not to hide it from the little living Buddha. I was Ji Lian, who was the teacher in this village before. But now the children don't have time to go to school, and I don't have the income to survive. In order to support my family, I can only go out to find some wild vegetables or hunt for luck, so I came back so late..." Ji Lian smiled embarrassedly.

"It's really a noble person like Mr. "Wang Lin clasped his hands together and bowed respectfully.

"The world is like this, who can escape? Only those who are capable of protecting themselves can bring a little warmth to others." Ji Lian shook his head and sighed, and said in an envious tone.

"By the way, this isn't the Buddha Realm? How could it be like this?" Wang Lin finally asked the question in his heart because of a moment.

"Hey, it seems that the Little Living Buddha is not from this area. This is the Buddha realm, but historical records have been different since a thousand years ago. It is said that the Buddha's sect who maintains this world disappeared strangely, and then everything changed." Ji Lian frowned and lamented: "Although there were many years of famine in the past, it was not as serious as this year. Maybe we have really committed some evil and have to repay it with the misery of this life."

"How is it possible! People are born free, and they will naturally entangle each other with debts and resentment, and then slowly untie them. Where can there be punishment for heaven and earth? Is there no monks or honest officials nearby to protect them?" Wang Lin asked in confusion.

"Even if there are good officials, they all died in the past. Now they are the world of those people. If the monks say that there is one in Chenggu Temple ten miles away from here, but they are hard to protect themselves." Ji Lian shook his head, his eyes full of loneliness.

"Those people?" Wang Lin said strangely.

"The little living Buddha has supernatural powers, please go and ask the monks yourself. There are also old mothers and children at home who are hungry. I want to go back to cook for them." Ji Lian refused to talk to Wang Lin about those issues.

Wang Lin didn't force himself. It was time for the sun to set. If he didn't go back, he wouldn't have enough food before dark.

"Mr. Ji, there is still a lot of meat here, please take one more piece." Wang Lin picked up a piece of meat from the ground and handed it to Ji Lian.

"I have learned about the little living Buddha, one by one. There are still many people in this world who suffer. How can I take other people's things? Let's leave it to the people behind." Ji Lian just took a bag of rice, a piece of meat and a portion of vegetables and left.

His shadow was pulled very much under the setting sun. The black shadow was dragged to the ground, like a murderous black sword, like a hideous monster in the night.

"Wang Ling, look at something, and you can share it with someone. I'll go out." After watching Ji Lian leave, Wang Lin gave a message to the door. Then he walked slowly towards the direction Ji Lian pointed.

Cheng Gu Temple is located southwest of this village and needs to pass through the entire village. Wang Lin walked deep into the village, and at the corner a space gate suddenly opened, and Wang Lin stepped in.

On Jingyun Mountain in the southwest of the village, a small temple with an area of ​​less than 50 years stands quietly in the sunset, with two dim words "Chenggu" on the gate.

"I don't understand, go out to welcome our guests." Behind the temple were three small rooms, and at this time, an old voice with a hint of joy came from it.

"Okay, master." A young voice then came out of the same house, his voice playing a naughty and cute.

After speaking, a little monk walked out of the room. He looked around at the door and then headed to the front hall. Through the lobby, he was waiting quietly in the small square in front of the door.

He never doubted what his master said, and the master said that if there are guests, there will definitely be guests.

After a few breaths, a space gate appeared silently in the square in front of the little monk, and then a young man in a sky blue dress took a step out of it.

Looking at his slightly melancholy eyes and kind face, he didn't understand that the little monk was sure that this was the guest he was waiting for.

"My little master, are you waiting for someone?" After Wang Lin walked out of the space gate, he saw a young monk in a hundred-sized clothes looking at him with a smile on his face, and asked strangely.

"The little monk doesn't understand. Do you dare to ask the donor if he wants to go to this temple?" Wu Ming asked with a smile, blinking his big eyes.

"Hey, the little master is so amazing. I knew I was coming for a long time?" Wang Lin was shocked. He didn't expect that there would be such a magical little monk in this remote mountain.

"It's not me, I'm not so powerful. It's the master who asked me to come out to greet you." The little monk said embarrassedly without knowing how to stick out his tongue.

"Then how did your master know that I was coming?" Wang Lin was confused. He came here by chance, so no one should have known his whereabouts.

"How could I know this? You just ask my master yourself." He muttered dissatisfiedly.

"Haha, that's right. Then I'll recommend it to my little master." Wang Lin laughed and said with a tribute.

If you don’t know how to lead the way, Wang Lin followed behind. After passing through the lobby, Wang Lin and the others came to the house where they don’t know how to walk out.

"Disciple Wang Lin has met the master." Wang Lin clasped his hands together and respectfully greeted an old monk sitting cross-legged on the mat in the room.

The old monk was also wearing a pineapple. There was no piece of fabric on it that was new, but it was extremely clean, just like one that had just been washed. His head was naked and his skin was dry, just like an old pine tree standing there, and his two eyebrows were whiter and dazzling than snowflakes.

"I, Jingci, little brother, don't be polite. I've been feeling something recently and I know that there must be a distinguished guest. Today I'm particularly strong. I didn't expect to wait for a distinguished guest." The old monk's body was withered, but his voice was extremely loud.

His eyes were full of smiles when he spoke, as if Wang Lin's arrival made him extremely happy.
Chapter completed!