Chapter 379, Doing good is better than doing evil, even killing...
This Taoist was Qi Fan, and several days had passed since he came down the mountain.
There is no goal, no direction, just walking all the way to this place.
Looking at the old man who turned around and went into the house to get water, Qi Fan looked at the rich man and nodded kindly.
The rich man also responded with a smile, but he muttered, 'This Taoist priest really knows how to choose a place to go. In the wilderness, if my old man is not here, where can I go to ask for water?'
Glancing out of the corner of his eye again, he saw the Taoist smiling and nodding towards him again.
Although he felt strange in his heart, he didn't think much about it. His voice was so low and the two of them were tens of meters apart. Could he still hear her?
He looked up at the sky and said, "It's so hot."
When the servant next to him saw this, he quickly took out the cloth he had prepared and wiped away his sweat.
At this time, the old man also came out with a gourd and a gourd. "Don't dislike it, Taoist priest. This is the only gourd you have in your simple home."
Qi Fan first bowed his head to express his gratitude, then took the gourd and said, "I'm very serious."
"On such a hot day, a scoop of water is so heavy, how can you say anything disgusting about it?"
After saying that, he picked up the gourd and drank it all in one gulp, wiped the water stains around his mouth, and said, "Thank you very much, old man."
The old man took the gourd and ladle with a smile, looked at Qi Fan and said, "It seems that the Taoist priest is not a local?"
"The old man is right, Pindao is indeed not a local."
"Oh? Where did that Taoist priest come from? And where is he going?"
Qi Fan smiled and said, "The poor man comes from the east and leaves from all directions."
"Use the sky as your cover, the earth as your bed, the dew as your drink, and the fruits as your hunger."
"See all things and cultivate the Tao, kill all evils and bring peace to the world."
After hearing these words, the old man couldn't help laughing and said: "I didn't expect that the Taoist priest is still an ascetic monk."
As for the following sentence about cultivating the Tao and making the world peaceful, he laughed it off.
At this time, the rich man also walked around in a big circle with the help of his servants.
Seeing the old man's completely opposite attitude towards the two, I couldn't help but feel a little bit amused.
He looked at Qi Fan and said, "You said you came from the east?"
"Heaven and earth are the dwelling place, and fruit dew is the source?"
Qi Fan nodded with a smile in his eyes.
The rich man burst out laughing when he saw this, "You are a deceitful person."
"If that's true, how come your robe is so smooth?"
"How come your boots are dust-free?"
"Your complexion is even more rosy than my daily life."
As he spoke, he glanced at the old man, as if to say, let's see how well your son recognizes people.
Qi Fan shook his head when he heard this, "No, if you become friends with the mountains and rivers, your Taoist robe will be at peace."
"Be friends with heaven and earth, and be undisturbed by dust."
The rich man sneered, obviously not believing this answer at all.
Even the old man frowned. Although there were not many Taoists who were really capable, these big words were a bit excessive.
Immediately, Qi Fan's stomach made a sudden sound.
The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.
The rich man looked at Qi Fan even more amusedly, "Being friends with the heaven, earth, mountains and rivers, you, the Five Internal Organs Temple, seem to be a bit reluctant to do so."
"How about you go to my house to worship at the Five Zang Temple and then talk about being friends?"
Although the old man was a little dissatisfied with Qi Fan's boastful words, he still said: "Taoist Master, you don't need to care."
"Although my son's words are a bit harsh, he is still a good person. You might as well go with him."
If it were an ordinary Taoist, he would just go along without saying anything.
But Qi Fan shook his head, looked at the simple thatched cottage and said, "Thank you two laymen, I think those fruits are very good."
"How about you and I satisfy our hunger and let Pindao rest for a while?"
Hearing these words, both father and son frowned and kindly asked you to go back and eat meat.
But you want to eat fruit here?
And how can any Taoist ask for something to eat? How can he be such a shameless Taoist who still wants to go into the house to rest?
The old man's eyes were a little strange, and he opened his mouth and said: "That thatched cottage is too simple and crude, and it is not suitable for hospitality."
"How about I get you some fruits, and you and my son go to the city to rest."
Qi Fan shook his head and said with a smile: "There is no need for this. The world is a house, the courtyard is a house, the hut is a house, and this thatched cottage is also a house."
"I can just rest here."
After he finished speaking, he walked in without waiting for their consent, which was considered extremely rude!
The old man and his son looked at each other, their eyes full of absurdity. Was this man a gangster before he became a monk?
But now that he was acting like this, it would be a bit offensive to stop this person again.
These wandering Taoist priests may not have any real skills, but they do have a lot of tricks.
Neither of them wanted to offend this Taoist and disturb the purity of their own homes.
He had no choice but to sigh and follow him.
The rich man glanced at the servants around him, and they immediately understood what he meant.
His eyes were secretly staring at Qi Fan, and as soon as the master gave the order, he would rush forward!
When everyone entered the house, the small thatched cottage suddenly seemed a little crowded.
Qi Fan seemed to be the master of the house, sitting on a wooden stool minding his own business, and playing with a wooden cage in his hand.
There was a little fox in the cage. Seeing that its limbs and torso were all wrapped in cloth, it must have been saved by the old man's kindness.
But the little fox seemed a little afraid of Qi Fan. He lowered his head and huddled on the side of the wooden cage, trembling slightly and whining in a low voice.
Seeing this, the old man's expression changed, he laughed and stepped forward and said:
"I picked up a little fox. The old man saw how pitiful he was and kept him. He was a little afraid of life."
As he spoke, he reached out to take the cage from Qi Fan's hand.
Qi Fan seemed to turn around unintentionally, just in time to avoid those hands.
He stared at the little fox and said, "It's quite pitiful. He's injured like this."
"I really feel pity for you."
Then he said with deep meaning, "I just don't know if it will bite people."
The old man took two steps forward again, grabbed the cage, and said, "I won't bite, but I'm a bit afraid of people."
Looking at the forced smile on the old man's face, he felt the strength coming from his hands.
Qi Fan raised his eyebrows secretly, then let go of his hand and let the old man take it.
At the same time, he laughed and said, "The layman is quite fond of this little fox."
"To meet a kind person like you means that this little fox's life is not deserved."
This pun made the old man startled and suspicious.
He rolled his eyes and carefully lowered the cage with another haha.
The rich man next to him was not surprised. He used to live at the foot of a mountain, and this kind of thing happened all the time, so it was nothing.
The old man also said at this time: "God is good at saving people. If you can, please save him."
"Doing good is better than killing, what do you think, Taoist Master?"
Qi Fan nodded: "Of course, lay people can understand this, but they understand it much better than most people."
"It's just that sometimes we can't generalize. Doing good is better than killing."
"But sometimes killing can also save lives."
The old man couldn't help but fell silent after hearing these words.