The man in white asked to kneel down, and a group of people responded one after another.
They were kneeling in front of the door.
Li Banfeng is not afraid of evil people, but he must stay away from bitches. Bitches are more hateful and more difficult to deal with than evil people.
But the key question now is where to go?
It's definitely not possible to go north, otherwise you'll have to go back again.
Being able to determine the direction of true north and other directions, Li Banfeng chose to go east.
There are several hills to the east, unlike the north, which is a wasteland. Li Banfeng looked at the mountains and walked, and he would not go wrong after all.
On the way down the mountain, Li Banfeng kept thinking about what the sages on the mountain usually ate. After walking around the mountain for such a long time, Li Banfeng didn't see any farmland or farmers.
Walking halfway up the hill, Li Banfeng saw an old man in his seventies, pulling a cart of rice and walking up the mountain. There were two people pushing the cart behind him. One was his son in his early thirties, and the other was ten years old.
grandson.
The white rice was very heavy, and it was very difficult for the grandfather and grandson to push it. When they reached the hillside, the old man stopped the car, and with a pot of white water, the grandfather and grandson ate grain pancakes.
Seeing that these three were honest people, Li Banfeng stepped forward and asked for directions: "How can I get to the nearest train station?"
The old man's son raised his head and said, "Are you looking for the station? It's far away."
The old man smiled and said: "You are a student who went up the mountain to study, right? Didn't you see the saint today? Young man, don't be impatient. When you are sincere, the saint will definitely see you."
Li Banfeng shook his head and said, "I'm not here to study, I'm just passing through."
Upon hearing this, the old man's son looked contemptuous and didn't want to pay attention to Li Banfeng.
The old man seemed to see the secret and advised Li Banfeng: "Studying is not an easy task. What the saints teach is unique knowledge in the world. How can you teach it to others casually?
Our family has been sending rice to the saint for sixteen years. We originally hoped that the saint would accept my son, but now that my son is old and the saint refuses to accept it, it depends on whether my grandson is good enough."
"Send rice?" Li Banfeng looked at the cart full of white rice, then looked at the multigrain pancakes in the hands of his grandfather and grandson, and asked, "How much does this rice cost per pound?"
The old man rolled his eyes at Li Banfeng: "What money do you want? It shows your sincerity. The saint is willing to eat my rice. This is an opportunity for our family."
The white rice that your own family is reluctant to eat is given to a saint for free?
Li Banfeng couldn't help but be curious and asked: "What is this saint's unique skill?"
The old man lost his smile and collected the grain pancakes.
The old man's son was also very nervous. He looked around and said to Li Banfeng: "On the mountain of the saint, you have to know how to speak properly. You don't even know the etiquette. No wonder the saint doesn't see you."
The old man waved his hand, signaling the two of them to hurry up and stop talking to Li Banfeng.
The son quickly straightened the car and asked the old man to pull the car in front.
Li Banfeng said: "You are stronger than your father, so you might as well go to the front and pull the cart."
The son snorted and said, "This is called sincerity, do you understand?"
The seventy-year-old man pulls a cart and delivers rice, his sincerity is indeed extraordinary.
The ten-year-old child was eating pancakes from beginning to end without even raising his head.
Children of this age are just about ready to eat, and a piece of multigrain pancake is obviously not enough for them.
Li Banfeng asked the child: "Have you ever eaten white rice?"
The child glanced at Li Banfeng and trotted off to follow his father's cart.
Li Banfeng then walked down the mountain. Along the way, he met many people studying, as well as people delivering food, vegetables, and livestock.
Compared with the people on the mountain, they are more talkative. When they see Li Banfeng, they don't turn around and leave. At least they can say a few words.
But when asked where the train station was, everyone avoided talking. They didn't believe that Li Banfeng was passing by. They all thought that Li Banfeng was rejected when he went to the mountain to study. They were frustrated and wanted to leave.
Everyone advised Li Banfeng to stay longer. As long as he was sincere, he would definitely be able to impress the saint.
After being unable to communicate with this group of people, Li Banfeng no longer asked for directions. When he met people going up the mountain, Li Banfeng would always go around them. He just wanted to go down the mountain as soon as possible.
Everyone on this mountain, every plant, every tree, and even the air on the mountain made Li Banfeng extremely disgusted. Even in Kucaizhuang, Li Banfeng didn't feel as uncomfortable as he did today.
At the foot of the mountain, Li Banfeng continued to rush eastward. After walking for more than a hundred miles, Li Banfeng finally saw hope.
There is a mountain blocking the way ahead, but it is different from the previous mountain.
This is a hill, obviously much shorter, and there is a village at the foot of the hill.
Li Banfeng entered the village and saw the beautiful fields and the working farmers.
The disgusting air seemed to disappear, and Li Banfeng's nerves gradually calmed down.
But the villagers' nerves were not relieved. Li Banfeng's arrival made them extra nervous and even a little scared.
Li Banfeng's clothes frightened them, his behavior frightened them, and even the tone of his speech frightened them.
Li Banfeng could understand such a reaction.
The village is so remote and the villagers have rarely seen outsiders, so it is normal for them to be wary.
When asked about the train station, a small number of villagers replied that they did not know. Most of the villagers looked at Li Banfeng blankly, as if the train station did not exist in their world.
Li Banfeng can also understand this.
Many villagers may have never taken a train, let alone the villagers here. Qin Tianjiu, who grew up in Yaowanggou, has never taken a train since he was so old. This is a very normal thing.
Walking from the beginning of the village to the end of the village, Li Banfeng heard the sound of Lang Lang reading.
The students' voices full of childishness and vitality convinced Li Banfeng that he had left the realm of Sage Peak.
No matter how remote the place is, there are still schools here, where people learn serious things. Such a place can make people see vitality and hope.
What did they learn?
“The roots of heaven and earth begin from the heart of a saint,
Changes in heaven and earth begin with the thoughts of saints,
The foundation of heaven and earth begins with the virtue of saints,
The source of heaven and earth begins with the wish of a saint."
Li Banfeng's scalp exploded when he heard the word "sage".
Is this serious stuff?
You can't make rash comments. What people learn is traditional knowledge. Li Banfeng has been in Puzhou for less than a year, so he may really not understand some traditions.
Looking closer, the sound of reading does not come from a school, but from a rice field.
A group of children under ten years old were planting rice seedlings in the rice fields while reciting the Sutra of Saints.
This is a very normal thing. Children have learned both cultural knowledge and survival skills.
A child carefully planted a row of seedlings, while a middle-aged man next to him walked into the paddy field and trampled the seedlings to pieces.
"Insert again." The man ordered.
The child didn't know what he had done wrong, so he raised his head and looked at the man.
The man slapped the child and knocked him down in the paddy field. Before the child could get up, he stepped forward and slapped him again.
The child struggled for a long time and couldn't get up. The man carried the child to the edge of the field, broke off a willow branch, and beat the child.
The child's parents were watching, and the child's mother felt distressed and shivered in pain.
The child's father was standing next to him, talking back and forth, saying a few words: "This is for his own good, it's all for his own good..."
The man twitched a few times and yelled angrily: "Don't cry, you are a bit promising, but you can't bear the slightest pain. What qualifications do you have to learn from the saints?"
Is this a normal thing?
Li Banfeng stood at the edge of the field, his veins jumping.
During his childhood, some not-so-good memories came to Li Banfeng's mind.
The man looked at the child and said, "Do you know why I beat you? Do you know why I asked you to plant the seedlings again?"
The child shook his head in confusion.
The man angrily rebuked: "Having doubts in your heart means you are not sincere. I asked you to plant the seedlings again. Just do it again. Why should you have doubts in your heart? You can't carve out rotten wood."
Seeing that the child was covered with injuries, the man said with a cold expression: "I'll give you some medicine."
After saying that, he grabbed a handful of salt noodles and tried to rub it on the child's body.
The child was trembling with fear. The child's parents were trembling with him beside him, and they were still muttering: "Son, this is for your own good. It's all for your own good."
The middle-aged man clutched the salt noodles and said: "Endure the pain and reflect here. If you dare to shout one more time, you will not come to study tomorrow. You are not worthy..."
Bang!
Li Banfeng kicked the man in the face.
The man took a few steps back and fell into the paddy field. His nose was kicked crooked by Li Banfeng and he was bleeding profusely.
The man looked at Li Banfeng in shock.
Everyone around looked at Li Banfeng.
The man said in a confused voice: "Who are you?"
The brim of Li Banfeng's hat was very low, and his back was facing the sun, so the man could not see his face.
"Don't ask me who I am, do you know why I hit you?"
The man looked confused.
Bang!
Li Banfeng kicked him again on his confused face.
The man lay on his back in the paddy field and drank a mouthful of mud. It took him a long time to get up and sit up.
"You, why do you hit someone?"
Two teeth were kicked out by Li Banfeng, and this man's speech was a bit leaky.
Bang!
Li Banfeng kicked him again.
"If you have doubts in your heart, your will is not sincere. If I beat you, you will be beaten honestly. How can you have doubts in your heart? You cannot carve out rotten wood."
After saying that, Li Banfeng grabbed the man's hair and kicked him several times.
The man cried hoarsely, and Li Banfeng pinched his mouth: "Don't cry, you are a bit promising, but you can't bear the slightest pain, what are you talking about as a saint?
I'll give you some medicine. You endure the pain and reflect here. If you dare to shout one more time, you'll find a rope to hang yourself. If you don't want to hang yourself, I'll help you. Do you understand?"
After saying that, Li Banfeng grabbed a handful of salt and rubbed it on the man's face.
The man cried hoarsely: "He hit me, hit me..."
Li Banfeng frowned and said, "You really don't understand. Okay, I'll take you to find a place to hang."
The surrounding villagers were frightened, and a man shouted: "He hit the saint's disciple, stop him quickly, don't let him escape."
Disciple of the saint?
Is this the disciple taught by the saint?
Stop me?
What is wrong with these people?
Are you willing to let your child be tortured by this birdman?
"What's wrong with hitting him?" Li Banfeng picked up the middle-aged man, flipped his wrist, and broke his neck.
He killed the disciples of the saint!
Yes, kill.
Such bird people will be a disaster if they remain in the world.
The villagers stepped forward to stop Li Banfeng and shouted loudly: "We can't let him go!"
"Take him to the Sage Peak and let him be cut into pieces with a thousand knives!"
Li Banfeng threw away the body of the middle-aged man and walked straight out of the paddy field. He looked at the villagers and said, "Tell your saint, I killed this man. Let me see who can stop me today!"
After the words fell to the ground, everyone became silent.
Li Banfeng strode away, and no one dared to follow him.
A villager whispered: "We don't have to stop him. He has committed a serious crime and the saint will not let him go out!"
Li Banfeng sneered, he wanted to see how capable this saint was.
At dusk, Li Banfeng returned to the village.
He did not go out. After walking for half a day, he returned to the village.
Seeing Li Banfeng appear, all the villagers returned home and closed their doors tightly.
Li Banfeng sat at the entrance of the village and patted the wine gourd: "Sister, do you remember, where is this place?"
Gourd pondered for a while and said, "Sister, I've been thinking about it, but it seems like I've never been here before."
"What about you?" Li Banfeng asked the old teapot.
The old teapot coughed twice and said, "This place is so new. I've never been here before..."
Forget it, go back to your home and ask your wife.
Li Banfeng was about to take out his keys when he suddenly heard someone approaching from a distance.
As soon as he stood up, he asked in a low voice: "Who?"
A weak female voice came over: "My benefactor, it's me, why are you here."
PS: Who is this person?
Chapter completed!