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Chapter 226

"Oh, there is such a thing?"

Lin Mo became interested for a while, and said, "Can you talk to me, Fellow Daoist, to make me happy... No, let me also hear how the great merchant is doing?"

"Oh...it's a long story."

Master Huang Long said slowly.

It turned out that real Huanglong went down the mountain to meet friends, and then came to Chaoge City, the capital of the Great Shang Dynasty.

Suggested to a pear peddler, who wanted to ask for a pear to quench his thirst, but was insulted by the peddler.

In a fit of rage, Master Huang Long cast an illusion and decided to teach the peddler an impressive lesson.

The first is to attract the nearby people.

Then plant pear pits in front of them, pour a bowl of clear water on them, and grow a pear tree in a few breaths.

After a few more breaths, the pear tree was covered with big sweet pears.

Daoist Huanglong waved his hand, and domineeringly distributed all the pears to the nearby people watching the excitement.

Of course, all of this is illusion.

Those pears were actually from the vendor's cart.

He decided to teach the peddler a lesson, insulting him as a dignified Golden Core cultivator, losing a cart of pears was just a small punishment in Huanglong's eyes.

Unexpectedly, she was seen by Su Daji who was passing by.

After a short fight, Master Huang Long was severely injured by Su Daji, and this was the beginning of the scene where Master Huang Long asked Lin Mo for help.

After listening to Master Huang Long's narration, Lin Mo looked at Master Huang Long who looked angry and unwilling.

I have mixed feelings in my heart, even a little funny.

Master Huanglong was not wrong, insulting a dignified Golden Core cultivator, it is really a trace of kindness from Master Huanglong that the peddler did not die.

If this is changed to a grumpier one.

If you don't feel relieved after killing someone, maybe it will hurt your family.

Don't think this is unreasonable.

It's all about strength.

In this world, strength determines everything.

Of course, Lin Mo, as a young man with four talents in the new era, the behavior of real Huang Long really made it difficult for him to develop a good impression.

It's like you ask a peddler for pears, and the peddler sees you as pity and gives you one, which is kindness, and there is nothing wrong with not giving it to you, after all, the things belong to others.

Don't act like you have to.

Why must I give it to you?

If you don't spend money and want to whore for free, there is no such good thing in the world.

Lin Mo's impression of Chanjiao was a bit off.

Speaking of the later Daoist Taiyi, he was a guy who couldn't tolerate sand in his eyes.

"Fellow Daoist, come and judge, isn't Da Shang too unreasonable?" Daoist Huang Long said angrily.

Lin Mo was silent.

How should he say this.

He felt that real Huanglong might have a problem with his outlook on life and values.

Of course, it's not just him. People in this era are probably like this.

"Have you ever thought about a question, why do people give you things?"

Master Huang Long wondered: "Pindao is thirsty, shouldn't it be right to give him a pear?"

"Besides, he has so many pears, it's nothing to give one to the poor."

Lin Mo: "..."

"Who taught you this truth?"

"Brother Taiyi, he said that our Chanjiao is an orthodox and virtuous person who refines Qi, and responds to the sky. If you ask them for something, you are worthy of them. Afterwards, there will be some karma to pay back." His expression became visibly proud.

Real Taiyi?

Strange, why is there him everywhere.

"If he gives you a pear, how do you decide to repay this karma?" Lin Mo asked again.

"Didn't Pindao say that, we teach and respond to the sky, and repay the other party in our own days."

Lin Mo rubbed his nose, how could he feel that Chanjiao was doing whoring for nothing.

I didn't intend to repay the karma, and everything was handed over to the so-called days.

It's okay to stand up for that.

Shameless, or aboveboard shameless.

Alas, it seems that just talking about it can't solve Huanglong's distorted outlook on life and values.

Lin Mo rubbed his hands, he really didn't want to be rough.

On Erxian Mountain.

There was a burst of screams from Master Huanglong.

The crane watched quietly from a tree, and there was a hint of agility in its eyes.

The master hit.

Does it want to help?
No, even the master can't beat it, how can it beat a crane with a small mount.

Can't see me, can't see me, can't see me...

Ten minutes passed.

Lin Mo slowly turned his neck and stretched his muscles and bones, which really refreshed him.

Master Huang Long lay on the ground like a beaten little daughter-in-law, weeping silently.

Lin Mo touched the back of his head and snorted coldly: "Are you a man or not, hold back!"

Sure enough, Master Huang Long trembled with fright, and immediately suppressed his tears.

"Fellow Daoist Huanglong, do you not understand why I beat you?"

"It's their business whether they will give you the pears they grow themselves, but it's good for you, learn the plots of fantasy novels, and play the story of growing pears for me!"

"You are so awesome, why didn't you go to the palace of the Great Shang and chop Di Xin to kill the people?"

"Do you know that that cartload of pears is likely to be the source of income for the peddler's family for a year." Lin Mo pointed to Master Huanglong and said, "Think about it for yourself, how does the peddler see those pears belong to him, how does he react? "

Master Huang Long frowned, and said, "It seems, it seems that I'm crying very sad."

"You also know?" Lin Mo still felt puzzled and kicked Huanglong's ass again, "Do you know that the peddler's family worked so hard to grow a carload of pears because of you, They didn’t make any money, and if they didn’t have money to buy food, they would very likely starve to death!”

"No, can't it?" Master Huang Long himself was taken aback, his eyes dodged, and he argued: "The poor man just saw that the peddler's mouth was open, so he decided to teach him a lesson, and he didn't think too much at the time... "

Lin Mo sneered: "Oh, why don't you say you are a virtuous man now, it should be given to you?"

Huang Long said that he didn't want to talk.

"You do not believe?"

"Come on, let's go to Chaoge now, find the peddler, and see if it's what I said!" Lin Mo picked up the real Huanglong who was on the ground, and stared at the crane on the tree.

Another half day passed.

The two landed not far from Chaoge City.

After entering the city, after some inquiries, I finally found out that the peddler lived in a village outside the city.

when they arrived.

I saw a white cloth hanging at the door of a family.

Lin Mo spent a tael of silver, and learned from a villager that the house where the white cloth was hung was the peddler's house.

The peddler's surname is Zhao, and he is a well-known Zhao Laoshi in the village.

There are some pear trees planted at home, and there is a son, who was caught in the wind and cold during the heavy rain a few days ago.

Zhao Laoshi sold pears to buy medicine for his son, but there was a Taoist priest who messed around and used magic to transform all Zhao Laoshi's pears, leaving Zhao Laoshi with no money to buy medicine, and his son died of illness in bed.

Master Huanglong lowered his head and remained silent.

Lin Mo sarcastically said, "Stop talking?"

"Poverty, I made a mistake..."

"You are a bit responsible. I thought you would say that the peddler didn't have a good relationship with you. If I gave you a pear, maybe you would save his son."

"Poverty, poverty..." Master Huanglong clenched his fists, feeling very flustered and confused at this moment.

He suddenly felt guilty.

"It's the poor man's fault, the poor man is going to save the dead!"

Master Huang Long walked in with a heavy face.

"Get out, you monster, get out of here!!"

Inside, came the man's roar.

"If it weren't for you, how could my son die!"

"Yaodao, you give back my son!"

It was a woman's voice, probably Zhao Laoshi's wife.

Lin Mo shook his head and walked into the yard.

Seeing Master Huanglong standing aside, allowing them to beat and scold, he had no intention of fighting back.

He glanced at the mourning hall.

Lin Mo was taken aback for a moment, and strode towards the mourning hall.

"stop!"

I saw a short man standing in front of him holding a hoe with red eyes, staring at him with hatred, "Get out, monster way!"

Tears flowed from both eyes.

Lin Mo thought to himself that he did not have the wrong nickname.

Zhao is honest, really honest.

If it were someone else, seeing Huang Long, the murderer who killed his son, would definitely fight him desperately.

"Pimpedao can save your son." Lin Mo just said lightly.

"What?" Zhao Hanzi didn't react.

"I said, Pindao can save your son." Lin Mo could only repeat it helplessly.

"Liar, his son is dead!" Hanzi Zhao shouted.

Obviously, he didn't believe that Lin Mo could bring his dead son back to life.

Zhao Hanzi's mother-in-law immediately grabbed Lin Mo, knelt on the ground, and begged: "Master Daoist, save my poor son, as long as I can save him, I can do whatever I want!!!"

(End of this chapter)