Chen Changsheng looked at him calmly and said, "Do you think he deserves to die? Why?"
The old man thought for a long time and said: "The family is ruined and everyone is dead, all because of the son."
"for example?"
"When he was sixteen years old, he was so confused that he despised the girl in the village and forced her to get married, which ruined his life."
"When I was seventeen, I became addicted to gambling. I ignored my wife while she was pregnant at home and almost lost my wife and son."
"At the age of eighteen, in the spring dynasty, I gambled all my money away, stole the coffin book of the elder in the family, and lost everything. My family fortune was ruined, and I didn't know where to stop."
"What happened next?" Chen Changsheng asked.
The old man hung his body and continued: "The family had no money and could not afford to hire a wife. Although he saved the child, his wife died due to dystocia, and the next day he turned around and sold the infant child.
If you marry someone else's son, you are not a son of man in vain!"
The old man's tone was obviously a little heavier.
His figure could not help but sway for a moment.
Chen Changsheng paused slightly and said, "You are indeed worthy of being the son of a man."
The old man breathed a sigh of relief and continued: "My wife will not die in peace, and my parents and children will be surrendered to others!"
"Twenty years old!!"
"The rice jar at home was bottomed out, and his father was infected with the cold and paralyzed on the bed with no one to take care of him. However, he abandoned it because it was difficult for him to use it, so he threw it in the cattle pen!"
The old man chopped the long stick, and his face became more and more gloomy.
"At the age of twenty-two, his father died and his body was never found..."
The old man's voice faded, and he continued: "At the age of twenty-four, his father-in-law died unexpectedly, and he began to covet his father's property, plotting and plundering..."
"When I was twenty-five years old, I opened a wine shop. I thought I would return home, but I never thought that it would turn out to be a shady shop."
The old man breathed a sigh of relief and said, "If he doesn't die, who should?"
After finishing this long speech.
The old man's mood slowly calmed down.
Wait until the sound gradually stops.
Chen Changsheng then said: "Then how old is he now?"
The old man murmured: "...seven out of twenty."
Chen Changsheng nodded and said, "So what role did you play in this long speech?"
The old man took a deep breath and said: "I am the old man who was thrown into the cattle pen without anyone to govern him."
"You passed away when he was twenty-two years old."
Chen Changsheng said: "Now he is twenty-seven years old. In the past five years, you have stayed here and entered the City God's Temple. The endless resentment in your heart should have turned into a resentful ghost, but you remained because of the power of the incense.
Sanity, what is it that makes you not kill him in these five years?"
The old man's eyes were cloudy and he was muttering.
"As the saying goes, a tiger's poison will not eat its seeds, but sometimes people's hearts are still cold."
"What the old man said is right, otherwise there would be no need to exterminate relatives in a just and righteous way."
There will always be things that are intolerable.
But the old man also understood these principles, but he still couldn't do it.
Thus it was revealed that tiger poison does not eat its seeds.
This kind of doting on children is indescribable and difficult to choose.
Chen Changsheng didn't understand the old man's approach, so he didn't have any prejudice from the beginning.
The old man said: "Shangxian..."
Chen Changsheng looked at him.
The old man said: "I don't know how to make a decision. I would like to ask an immortal to explain my confusion."
Chen Changsheng said: "Kill him quickly."
The old man was silent for a moment, but finally shook his head.
Chen Changsheng said: "If that's the case, why can't he survive tonight?"
The old man stopped talking.
Chen Changsheng stepped forward and said: "The city god took pity on you before and allowed you to be here. Now your resentment is getting stronger and stronger. One day, you will become a big trouble. According to the rules, I should punish you here.
To avoid future troubles, face the karma and retribution."
The old man raised his head, his eyes still cloudy.
Chen Changsheng said: "But Chen is always casual. I think that is the most important thing."
"Chen will wait here all night, and at dawn tomorrow, I will kill your soul."
The old man was stunned for a moment. He opened his mouth several times, but no words came out.
Chen Changsheng said: "How you choose depends entirely on yourself."
The old man hesitated, holding the long stick and thinking for a long time.
It finally turned into a sigh.
"Thank you, Immortal."
He walked towards the square with faltering steps.
Around the corner, the figure disappeared.
Chen Changsheng found a place under a tree and immediately lay down.
A leaf fell and covered his left eye.
He did not reach out to pick it off, but fell asleep under the tree.
The sun sets in the west and it becomes dusk.
Then the sky becomes completely dark and the moon and stars are scarce.
That night, the crowing of cocks and the barking of dogs in Xiyufang kept many households awake, and the voices of abuse gradually spread.
It wasn't until the last candlelight went out that Xiyufang slowly became quiet.
…
"Oh oh oh..."
The sound of roosters crowing could be heard in the square.
The sky was still a bit gray at the moment, and heavy fog still rose on the river that day, filling the air and blocking the scene.
The figure of Mr. Qingshan under the tree moved slightly.
The leaves covering the left eye also fell down.
He opened his eyes and turned to look at the rising sun in the distance.
Then he looked at the entrance of the square again.
Chen Changsheng stood up and walked towards the 'City God's Temple'.
At dawn as promised, the old man still didn't come back.
Chen Changsheng looked down and saw three copper coins placed in front of the incense burner.
He recognized these three copper coins.
He looked around, but the old man was nowhere to be seen.
Chen Changsheng murmured: "It looks like he has come back."
He looked at the City God Temple again.
The statues of gods in the temple exude rich incense.
There is no righteous god here.
Chen Changsheng was silent for a long time, then reached out and collected the three copper coins in front of the incense burner.
He came to his senses and immediately walked towards the wine shop in Naxi Fishing House.
When Chen Changsheng arrived at the place, he found that the door of the wine shop was closed. With his spiritual thoughts deployed, the entire Xiyufang could not find the shopkeeper.
Chen Changsheng raised his head and looked at the old wine shop. After a long time, he sighed.
"It's weird, it's weird..."
Chen Changsheng turned around and left. He walked out of this street and out of Xiyufang.
I took one last look at the small City God's Temple, and then never looked back.
The old man from yesterday is probably gone.
The souls of the dead with accumulated resentment cannot enter reincarnation even if they have the power of incense around them.
How he was absent was unclear, and Chen Changsheng didn't bother to find out.
As for the shopkeeper, I don't know whether he is alive or dead.
Maybe he died at the hands of the old man last night, or maybe he left here last night.
There are many things, but the results are unsatisfactory after knowing them.