Prehistoric: Beginning with Yugong Yishan

Chapter 120
Fang Yang's choice of experience location is located in an "ancient city" called Qiyuan City for thousands of years.

This city is the capital of the Loulan Kingdom, named after Meng Qiyuan, the founding emperor of the Loulan Kingdom.For thousands of years, the royal family of the Loulan Kingdom believed in the Wusheng Cult and spread the teachings of the Wusheng Cult widely.

The Dharma Physician of Life called himself "Tianyi Jushi" and opened a medical center called "Huichunlou".

Huichunlou and Baishantang opened on the same day, causing a huge commotion in Qiyuan City.Because no one has ever seen it before, the medical center and the coffin shop are opposite each other.

On the first day of opening, a large number of people went to Gyeonggi Prefecture to complain, saying that Baekshantang had affected the feng shui and luck of Qiyuan City, and might shake the foundation of the country.

The officials in Gyeonggi Province are one head and two heads, and the opinions of the common people have to be listened to, but Baek Sin Tang has a background in the teaching of life and death, and even the imperial court dare not provoke it.Therefore, the officials of Gyeonggi Province can only act as scapegoats, and bear the abuse and accusations of the common people for the deceased.

The common people's abuse is temporary, and they get used to it after a long time.No matter how much they scolded, they lived their lives as they wanted.

As soon as the banner of "No money is charged, the coffin will be given as a gift" was pulled out, and the first business came to the sparsely populated Baishantang.

"Boss, I am destined, I want a coffin!"

A dandy with a greasy face, dressed in fancy clothes and a jade pendant around his waist, walked in, followed by two Xiaosi.

"Isn't this the eldest son of the Chen family? The Chen family is so rich, but still lacks a coffin?"

"Hush! Free coffin, don't want it for nothing.

Outside the door, some onlookers whispered and communicated with each other.They looked at Mr. Chen with contempt in their eyes.

"Who did you buy it for?"

Fang Yang didn't raise his head, thinking about the issue of life and death.

"Give it to my dad!"

As soon as Mr. Chen folded the folding fan in his hand, he started to walk around the shop.He checked the coffins one by one, knocking with his hands from time to time, listening to the sound of the coffins.

"How is your father's body?"

"How does this son know! This son is buying coffins, not clothes. I said boss, are you still selling it?"

Mr. Chen became impatient, rolled up his sleeves, came to the counter, and stared at Fang Yang angrily.

Fang Yang was not afraid of him. He glanced at Mr. Chen with deep eyes, which happened to meet Mr. Chen's eyes:

"A question, what does your father's death mean to you?"

When Fang Yang saw it, Mr. Chen was shocked all over, all domineering, all anger disappeared.

He said with some timidity:

"Of course it's a good thing. The old man is alive, so I'm not allowed to do this, and I'm not allowed to do that. It's just right that he's dead, and I'm free to do whatever I want."

Fang Yang pondered for a moment, then nodded: "You are indeed a destined person. There are thirteen coffins in my backyard, and I will give them all to you for free!"

When Mr. Chen heard this, he was overjoyed.

"Really?"

Fang Yang glanced at Mr. Chen again, Mr. Chen no longer had any doubts, and asked one of the servants to go back and call for someone to come to the store to carry the coffin.

"Thirteen, one for my father, one for my mother, one for my elder brother, one for my second aunt, one for my cousin, one for myself, exactly thirteen. I got a big deal today and saved a lot of money! Dad He usually scolds me, saying that I am ignorant. Today I will let him know that I can also save money for the family."

In a short while, Mr. Chen assigned the owners to the thirteen coffins.

To his great surprise, there were exactly thirteen members of his family, and each person had a coffin. No matter who passed away, there was no need to buy a coffin.

The news that Mr. Chen moved thirteen coffins from the "Bai Shan Tang" without spending a penny spread quickly.

Soon, many people in the city came here admiringly, and gathered at the gate of "Baishantang", waiting to receive the coffin.

"Next!"

Fang Yang's second customer is a woman dressed in white flowers, with a natural vicious look.She is dressed in filial piety, her eyes are red, she is full of tears and rain, and her make-up is charming with peonies and smoke.

"Who did you buy it for?"

"For my Dalang."

Fang Yang raised his head and stared deeply at the woman.When Fang Yang saw the woman, she shuddered all over and became dizzy.

"What does your Dalang's death mean to you?"

"Relief! I'm fed up with this cowardly, cowardly and unambitious man. With such a man, there is no joy or surprise in life.

In contrast, Huichunlou's business was in a slump.

The main reason is that the opposite of Huichun Building is the coffin shop, which gives people a feeling that after entering Huichun Building, the next step is to enter the coffin shop.

Seeking good luck and avoiding bad luck is a normal reaction for everyone.

However, when Fang Yang repeated his old tricks and put up a banner at the door saying "donate doctors and administer medicines, if you die, you will be compensated", patients also came in an endless stream.

The first person to come in was a young son, his face was pale, his eyes were dull, and his kidney qi was obviously insufficient.

"I don't want you to be free, I just want you to keep it a secret!"

As soon as the young gentleman came in, he slammed the table.

"This shop does not charge, but I can assure you that the secrets of the guests will never be revealed."

Fang Yang, who looked like an old man, stepped out of the counter and said to the young master.

"Oh? Is there such a good thing?"

"Ok!"

Fang Yang nodded heavily, "However, Young Master has to answer a question first."

"what is the problem?"

"What is the meaning of living, son?"

"What is the meaning of living?"

The young man was stunned, and replied without thinking, "Naturally, he enjoys life. Life is a hundred years in a hurry. If you don't enjoy it, what's the point of living?"

"Okay! The old man came to see the young master's kidney deficiency disease."

The second person who came to see the doctor was a middle-aged woman with calloused hands and weathered face.

"What is the meaning of the guest's life?"

The middle-aged woman smiled happily: "For the children. The greatest achievement of the old woman in this life is to bring up my ten sons. The greatest wish of the old woman is to watch them get married and grow branches for my Cai family." Scattered leaves."

"Well! You are sick from overwork. I will prescribe a medicinal diet for you, and you can recuperate yourself, and you will recover soon."

All kinds of people, all kinds of things, appear in Fang Yang's shop every day.

Fang Yang never refuses anyone, and after asking them questions, everything is free.

In fact, the cave where these people live belonged to Fang Yang, and he has been providing various resources to the believers for free.

Wandering between life and death, Fang Yang's understanding of life and death is changing with each passing day.

100, 200, 400, 450, 500.

In less than 500 years, Fang Yang has almost realized the true meaning of life and death.

However, he didn't stop, he still wanted to peep into the mystery of yin and yang from life and death.

(End of this chapter)