Those years when I practiced Taoism in the magic capital

Chapter 589 Exchange
Will you regret it?

There is too much ignorance in Zhang Xingdao's thinking.

Following the direction pointed by those old people, Zhang Qingyun led Zhang Xingdao and stood in front of a courtyard.Compared with the two-story buildings in the front and back yards and the opposite door, this one has three tile-roofed houses.

There is no concrete floor in the yard, and weeds grow in some places.

In the yard, there was a middle-aged man with disheveled hair and a thin face. This man had rough and dark skin, but he had no legs.Sitting in a wheelchair, basking in the sun with eyes closed.

Seeing someone coming in, the middle-aged man opened his eyes and looked over: "Who are you looking for?"

The voice is a little hoarse, I don't know if it's because I haven't communicated with people for a long time, and my speech is a little rusty.Those eyes were full of fatigue and bloodshot.

The palms of one hand were black and full of stains.The clothes on his body were a little shiny, obviously they hadn't been washed for a long time.Before it got close, there was a sour smell blowing over my face.

Zhang Qingyun remained calm, but Zhang Xingdao subconsciously stopped, covered his nose and took a few steps back.After practicing, Zhang Xingdao's senses were stronger than ordinary people even if he just practiced energy.

Normal people smell the sour smell, but for practitioners, it is absolutely pungent and disgusting.

"Layman, my apprentice and I are traveling all over the world, just passing by this place, passing by here to have a look."

The middle-aged man took a long time to understand these few words, and then lazily responded: "Oh."

Immediately, the yard was very quiet, Zhang Qingyun did not speak, glanced at the yard, the roofs of the three tile-roofed houses had been repaired, and there were furniture in the rooms, but the style was very old. Cleaned, dusty, and greasy.

"A layman living alone?"

Zhang Qingyun stopped Zhang Xingdao who was about to speak, and asked with a smile: "It's quite quiet at home."

"It's me. Alone."

Fortunately, he is not deaf and dumb. After saying a few words, he gradually got used to it. The middle-aged man was even more curious: "Do you still have something to do?"

"How is life?"

how is life
The middle-aged lips trembled: "You have seen it all, and you still ask these things? You can't die yet. The disability certificate, five guarantees, pension subsidies, make do with life."

"Well"

Zhang Qingyun nodded. Although this era is not the most prosperous era, it is the best era.At the very least, middle-aged people who cannot take care of themselves and work will not starve to death or freeze to death.

"You are alone, where are your parents?"

Zhang Xingdao was quite excited: "Or what about your grandparents?"

Zhang Qingyun sighed, Zhang Xingdao was still too young, these words were too direct.Middle-aged people may find it difficult to accept such a straightforward question.Sure enough, the eyes of the middle-aged man were full of grief: "Dead. They are all dead. 29 years ago, they all died in a car accident."

The middle-aged man was very excited, and the courage that Zhang Xingdao had worked up with great difficulty for a moment was poured out in an instant.

"A car accident?"

Zhang Qingyun sighed: "Sorrow and change."

"Condolences?"

The middle-aged man smiled wryly and shook his head, with some helplessness in his tired eyes: "What can I mourn? On the cliff, a whole car of people died, only I survived being protected by my parents, but I also lost my legs."

This middle-aged man is only 29 years old!
But already looks like four 50 years old!

"Is your father's name Zhou Dazhi?"

Zhang Xingdao quickly asked this question.

The young man glanced at Zhang Xingdao and nodded, "I heard from others that his name is Zhou Dazhi, and he is married to the Wang family."

"call"

Zhang Xingdao fell silent. In fact, he didn't understand at first why the grandma's son, who hadn't been home for 30 years, went to visit his old mother.

It turned out that 29 years ago, Zhou Dazhi's family was in a car accident and only his son was left, and he was also disabled. Now the grandson of this old grandma has a problem with taking care of himself. How can he go back to see his grandma, grandma?

Zhang Xingdao also instantly understood why his uncle said that he only saw one side of the matter but not the other.Seeing the other side of things, he'll regret it
Regret?
Zhang Xingdao didn't know, and he didn't know whether he should regret it or not.The old lady was very lonely and helpless, but this uncle was even more pitiful.

This uncle is not easy either.

"Do you have any other relatives?"

Zhang Xingdao's thoughts were a little confused at this moment, Zhang Qingyun could help him only by letting Zhang Xingdao get the answer he wanted.

"Have."

The young man's voice was very low: "There is also a grandmother, theoretically speaking, it is my grandmother. I also heard from others that my grandmother once looked for our family, and at that time, I was in an orphanage elsewhere."

"Later, I got seriously ill a few times, sold the house, and moved back to my hometown. I originally wanted to visit her old man's house, but in the end."

The young man covered his face with his hands: "I didn't go, I don't know how to face it."

Grandparents, parents are gone, and he is still disabled.Going back to find grandma, do you want grandma to take care of him, or do you go for family affection?
The hearts of young people are contradictory.

"uncle."

Zhang Xingdao bit his lip, he couldn't understand the world, nor could he understand the grief in the young man's heart.All he knew was that the old grandma and this young uncle were very pitiful: "Let's go."

Let's go, Zhang Xingdao's face was red from holding back.

Zhang Qingyun sighed, turned and left.

"Have you found Zhou Dazhi's house?"

Those old people are still there: "Oh, what's the use of looking for it? You are here to report a funeral. It's been more than 20 years, nearly 30 years. There is no one in Zhou Dazhi's family."

Zhang Qingyun just smiled and didn't say much. After leaving the village, Zhang Xingdao still didn't say a word.

"Uncle, why do we practice Taoism?"

What is the purpose of practicing Taoism?
Zhang Qingyun looked at Zhang Xingdao in surprise. This little guy started thinking about this question before he started practicing Taoism?

There is no great reason, and there is no such kind of high-level brainwashing. Zhang Qingyun replied: "I wait for the cultivation of Taoism to be free and easy, and to live forever."

"Is it all for yourself?"

Is it all for yourself?
Zhang Xingdao was puzzled: "I remember someone once said that the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. We practice Taoism and have great abilities, why don't we help others?"

Zhang Qingyun is happy, this little guy is digging a hole for him: "A cultivator himself is self-cultivation, self-cultivation, and mind-cultivation. If the world is peaceful, he must hide in the mountains. If the world is in trouble, he will definitely carry his sword to help the common people. Time This is a place of karma, right and wrong, and cultivators cultivate themselves in order not to get involved in karma. Monarchs go out of the mountain, either to eliminate evil, or to go through calamities.”

Zhang Xingdao didn't understand these things. Zhang Qingyun explained it to Zhang Xingdao in the simplest words, and Zhang Xingdao gradually understood: "Uncle means that every cause must have an effect, and everything in this life is the good and evil in the previous life?"

"no."

This is the teaching of Buddhism, Zhang Qingyun thought for a while and said: "I will only practice this life, not the afterlife."

"That's easy."

Zhang Xingdao blinked: "Uncle, aren't you very powerful, can you help him?"

"How to help?"

Zhang Qingyun smiled but wasn't smiling.

"Help him grow his legs, can uncle do it?"

"can!"

Zhang Qingyun answered in the affirmative, but changed his voice: "Changing one's luck will have infinite impact, little guy, I can help him, but his own karma needs to be borne by you."

Zhang Qingyun can help young people, but if young people can walk and grow legs, is it good or evil?He had no chance with Zhang Qingyun, Zhang Qingyun took the initiative to find him, but he didn't grasp the opportunity, Zhang Qingyun had no reason to make a move.

Therefore, if Zhang Xingdao wants to help the youth, he must bear the cause and effect on his behalf.

"How do you carry it?"

Zhang Xingdao's eyes lit up.

"Disability for life."

Zhang Xingdao's face changed drastically, and he turned pale for a moment.

Zhang Qingyun was happy, and the little guy knew he was afraid.Zhang Qingyun said with a smile: "His karma of good and evil is mainly manifested in three years. After three years, when an old woman dies, all her karma can be dissipated. So you have to bear the karma of these three years, and you can be disabled for three years."

"Uncle. Helping others is a pleasure. Helping others is helping yourself. Is there a so-called cause and effect in doing good deeds?"

Heh. The little guy knows how to make sense?

"If you don't do good deeds, you must distinguish between good and evil, and act when it's time to act."

Zhang Qingyun's face became serious: "Little guy, you have to know that the stronger the supernatural power and the higher the ability, the easier it is to make mistakes. Because the stronger the ability, the greater the impact of what you do, and the more cause and effect."

"Then, shall we help?"

The conversation between the little guy and Zhang Qingyun was not on the same channel at all.Zhang Qingyun ruthlessly rubbed the little guy's head and messed up his hair: "How about this, uncle helps you fulfill your wish, and bear the burden of karma for three months."

"Three months, isn't it too long, or three days?"

"Little guy, you are pushing your limits. You have to know that people have to bear the consequences for everything. One month can't be less."

"Uncle, you can even fly into the sky, the great immortal flying into the sky, are you so afraid?"

One big and one small gradually walked away, and Zhang Qingyun's hearty laughter came from a distance: "Uncle knows that you are flattering me, who made uncle really capable, so, half a month, you have to bear half a month. The karmic burden of the month cannot be less.”

"uncle."

In the morning, the sun shines.

Zhang Xingdao trotted ahead, turning his head occasionally: "Uncle, hurry up"

"This little guy."

In one night, as soon as he was about to arrive at the old woman's house, the little guy was not only not tired, but also became more and more energetic: "Do you want to fly?"

In the wheelchair, Wang Cheng was in a daze.

Last night, two weirdos, one big and one small, entered his house and told him to help him get home. The little guy even said that he wanted to help him grow his legs.Now, Wang Cheng still has some deep doubts.

Do you want to give him a pair of crutches?

Wang Cheng didn't dare to think elsewhere at all, he was in a daze right now.The bearded eccentric told him that his grandma was in her 80s and had few years to live.

He wants to see his only relative in this world now?

He was a little resistant, a little scared, very worried, and very sad.It was the first time he had seen this only surviving relative in such a big age.

"Why are you helping me?"

Wang Cheng's voice was sour. He knew that this might be helping him, but it was also very likely that it was harming him.

What will be the result of seeing the only relative?
After meeting each other, there is not much family affection, they are separated, and do not communicate with each other after death. After meeting, each is a miserable person, looking at each other and crying?

Wang Cheng didn't know what the result would be. It might be the third answer: that is, time erases everything, and seeing or not seeing is meaningless.

"I'm not here to help you, but for the disciple. If you want to know the answer, you can ask my disciple."

What kind of occupation is a Taoist, Wang Cheng can't say.He didn't ask, and the two self-proclaimed Taoist priests, one big and one small, didn't introduce themselves.

"The trailhead"

Wang Cheng really wanted to know the answer. For so many years, this one was the only one who was willing to help him: "Why did you help me?"

"why?"

Zhang Xingdao was a little dazed: "I don't know, I just know that the old lady will be very happy to see you, and you will also be very happy to see the old lady."

An answer without an answer.

This little baby is so innocent.

Soon, at the westernmost part of the village, the fenced yard that almost independent of the village was within sight.

Wang Cheng became short of breath, and his face was black and purple.This was the result of his dark skin, and his blood surged under excitement.Zhang Qingyun glanced at him, Zhang Xingdao had already rushed into the courtyard.

Pushing the wheelchair, he stopped in front of the courtyard gate.

Immediately afterwards, I saw the old lady trembling, tears streaming down her face, she fell three times, and immediately got up again: "My good grandson, my good grandson, my good grandson"

No more words.

All of Wang Cheng's original ideas were completely lost at this moment.Only the old man was left in his eyes, the old man who couldn't walk steadily and kept falling, his hoarse and exhausted cry.

Tears flowed down unconsciously.

Wang Cheng stretched out his arms. He rolled out of the wheelchair and crawled on the ground with his hands: "Grandma!"

The relatives gathered together, crying loudly, the comfort of the soul at this moment, Zhang Xingdao wiped away tears: "I am so touched Uncle, this is such a wonderful scene."

"Ouch."

Zhang Xingdao's body suddenly went limp, and he sat down on the ground: "I can't feel my legs."

He screamed out, and saw Wang Cheng crawling on the ground, his legs grew out, and as he crawled, the newly opened legs, deep in the trouser legs, and feet slowly formed.
"ah"

Wang Cheng, who was crawling, felt that his body was getting stronger and stronger, and the speed of crawling was getting faster and faster.He discovered the abnormality and saw that he had grown a pair of legs
As long as I can remember, his legs were amputated from the base of the thigh, and now a part has grown out. And it is still growing.

Wang Cheng was a little confused, and so was the old lady.This is the first time the old lady has seen such a miraculous scene in her 80s. Zhang Xingdao has already told her that her grandson had amputated, but now he has grown legs.

Almost subconsciously, Zhang Xingdao's exclamation made the grandfather and grandson look at Zhang Xingdao who was hiding on the ground.Zhang Qingyun nodded: "Don't be surprised, my little disciple, I will use my disabled legs for half a month in exchange for your healthy legs. Now that your grandparents and grandchildren are reunited, it's time for the poor master and apprentice to leave."

Clouds formed under Zhang Qingyun's feet, leading Zhang Xingdao into the sky.

The hearts of the grandfather and grandson almost stopped beating, and Wang Cheng finally asked loudly: "Master Dao, where are you practicing, I will go back and find you to practice with you!"

After taking care of grandma's funeral, he didn't have much nostalgia for this world.

The two priests, one big and one small, are so miraculous. Wang Cheng seized the opportunity in an instant.Cultivate the Tao. Follow the Taoist priest to practice the Tao.In order to repay the favor of giving the legs, and to repay, they help their grandparents reunite.

"Chengcheng. This. This."

The old lady in her 80s couldn't believe what she saw.His own grandson has grown legs, but it was the little boy who exchanged his own legs for his grandson.

That little baby is really a good boy, the old lady couldn't bear it: "That little baby has a future, why did he do this?"

Wang Cheng was still in the dark and couldn't answer at all.

But at this moment, a sentence wafted in his ears: "Modu, Jinhong, Qingyun Temple on Pedestrian Street."

(End of this chapter)