Daoist Liyue, I live in the Hall of Rebirth!

There are no marble floors, roads, or small buildings.

There are only potholes in the mud, straw huts, wooden huts, and even brick houses that are only a little taller than a person. The only decorations that can be called decoration are cheap wind chimes and windmills made of paper.

Shen Ming and Hu Tao knocked on the door of the courtyard.

In fact, there is no yard here, it is just surrounded by a circle of wooden boards, and then a suggested door is added in front of it. If you really want to steal something, you can enter with a simple step.

Out of politeness, the two waited outside the door for a while before an elderly mother came out with a cane and approached the door step by step.

Seeing this scene, Hu Tao couldn't hold back, and said aloud, "Can we go in?"

The old mother trembled on crutches, looked at the distance that was only a few steps away, nodded helplessly, and said in an old voice, "Come in."

Hu Tao and Shen Ming carefully pushed open the yard door, and followed behind the old mother.

"We are employees of the Hall of Death..." Shen Ming didn't know what to say, "We are in charge of the funeral, the funeral."

"The Hall of Rebirth?" The old mother's crutch stopped trembling, and she looked up at her dilapidated home, her withered mouth trembling constantly.

"We have no money..."

Invisibly, the back bent a little again.

"Someone has already paid for you." Hu Tao looked softly, holding the old grandma's arm.

"Who?"

"It's Uncle Tian, ​​the Uncle Tian of Liyue Seven Stars." Hu Tao said softly, "Liyue has not forgotten you."

"This money...can we pay it back?" The old lady paused, her presbyopia could no longer see the surroundings clearly.

"Uncle Tian said, you deserve this." Hu Tao continued.

"How much?" The old woman poked the ground with her cane.

"One, ten thousand." Hu Tao carefully raised a finger.

In fact, the minimum standard is [-], and a little bit of dignity starts with [-], but it is impossible for her to say that.

"Little girl, are you bullying me? I'm blind and deaf... I'm old, but I'm not confused. As long as this funeral is a formal one, no one can pay [-] yuan?" The old woman trembled her fingers and said in a hurry .

"Fifty thousand, fifty thousand is fine." Hu Tao said quickly.

Chapter 210 Four

In fact, [-] is an impossible number for their family.

The two of them followed the old lady into the house, and there was a smell of sweat and even a bit of feces and urine. On the kang, a middle-aged man was lying quietly in it.

Her black hair was messy and dry, her beard covered half of her face, her clothes hadn't been washed for a long time, her feet were dirty and black, her face was covered by the messy hair and her eyes couldn't be seen clearly.

The temperament is already that of a dying person, but he has half a foot in the grave at middle age.

Sitting next to him was a woman with an ordinary temperament. She was wiping around the man's waist with a rag. There were obvious pale yellow marks on her hands, but she seemed to be used to it.

Just now, her man went to the toilet.

Of course, the half-paralyzed middle-aged man didn't have control over his lower body, so he sloppily pulled on the kang, and she cleaned it habitually with a rag.

"Wow!!!!" In a bamboo basket in the corner, a crisp cry made the woman panic, she put down the rag and ran over, trying to appease the child who was woken up by something.

But she had just cleaned her hands for her husband, and the smell was unbearable for a child, and she cried even louder.

She wiped her clothes helplessly, spat out and tried to clean it simply, but found that it didn't work, so she ran to the well again.

"Cough cough!"

On the other side of the kang, an old man with gray hair seemed to be irritated by the influx of air outside his lungs, coughing non-stop.

"they are?"

The old man who had coughed for a long time before recovering slowly turned his head slowly.

"It's people from the Pastoral Hall, who came to prepare for our son's funeral." The old woman leaned on a cane and didn't even look at the kang.

"The 5 yuan has already been paid in advance by someone. It's the Uncle Tian in the Seven Stars you always talk about."

"Ahem! I didn't expect that I would bother my son when I sent him away." The old man's stature was hunched, and he could no longer straighten his waist.

"5 yuan, right? Do we have anything else to sell?"

"The ones that can be sold have already been sold. If there is anything else to say, it is our house." The old lady bent over with great effort, and sat on the stool tremblingly, shaking the bamboo basket gently with the crutch in her hand.

The child fell asleep again while the bamboo basket was being shaken, and the woman who had washed her hands back saw that the child had stopped crying, and silently looked at her hands.

I went back to my husband again, picked up a rag to do the unfinished cleaning, and soon my hands were stained with dirt again.

This hand was washed for nothing.

"You can't sell the house, where will we live? Where will you put your son's cards?" The old man disagreed.

Hearing this, the grandma looked at Hu Tao helplessly.

"No, no, we can give it a very long time limit, and we can pay it back anytime!" Hu Tao hurriedly followed the old lady's words.

It's better not to pay it back. It's better than anything else if you can pool the money to improve your life.

"Someone is here." The middle-aged man who had been sleeping all this time suddenly said.

"It's a person from the Pastoral Hall, and I'm here to take care of your funeral." The old woman said without turning her head.

"Thank you." The middle-aged man was silent, and then said, "Just tonight."

......

"What do you mean?" The old lady turned her head tremblingly, got up, and swung the crutch in her hand rapidly, and she came to the kang.

"what do you mean?"

"It's hard for us to accept the reality. It's fine to deal with the funeral for you. Can't you even walk naturally?"

"You don't want to live, but me, your father, your wife!"

The old lady spoke in a hurry, her lips were trembling.

"We, we all hope that you will live a little longer and stay with us..."

The old grandma's last words seemed to be squeezed out of her lungs.

The middle-aged man's wife shook the man's shoulders, with tears in her eyes, she looked at him with pleading eyes, and her clasped hands trembled a little.

That's all she can do. Her vocal cords are damaged the day after tomorrow, and she can't make a sound through her vocal cords.

"Let him die!" The white-haired old man raised his hand tremblingly, pointing at his son, "How much did you and I spend to treat his illness! Even Brother Tian said clearly that he can ask the immortal family for help."

"He has let himself down in vain, let him die!"

......

After a while, Hu Tao quietly stepped forward, looking at the middle-aged man with worried eyes, "Can you tell me why you refuse to accept the favor of the Xian family?"

From the very beginning, she and Shen Ming knew from Uncle Tian that if there were immortals who cast spells back then, the illness could be completely curbed, and even if it would not return to its original state, it would not be like this at the age of 40.

But this man refused when he was young, and refused to accept Uncle Tian's suggestion.

"I can't bear the favor of the Xian family." The middle-aged man was silent for a while, then said, "Just tonight, after tonight..."

"You goddamn, why do you have to go tonight! Hurry up to reincarnate, you, you can't wait any longer! Me! I..." The old grandma couldn't even lift her crutches, and said one more word It seems like it's all trying.

"I beg you, your mother, I beg you, live a few more days." The grandmother threw away her crutches, her old face was covered with tears, "Let us see a few more..."

As she spoke, she was about to really kneel down.

"Wait, grandma, don't do this." Shen Ming quickly supported the old lady, his nose sore.

"Leave me alone!" The old grandma lost all strength, crying and struggling.

"Everyone, help me, help me stabilize my mother's emotions..." The corner of the middle-aged man's mouth twitched, tears mixed with mud on his cheeks.

Hu Tao gently used the secret method to make the grandmother fall asleep, and Lao Rang's head fell asleep. He was about to cast a spell to make his wife fall asleep, but saw his wife shaking her head with tears streaming down her face.

do not......

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The middle-aged man gritted his teeth tightly, took a deep breath through his nose, his jaw was trembling, but he still stuck his neck and said: "Yes... For old people like my parents, Liyue should have a corresponding rescue method. .”

"Yes." Hu Tao nodded seriously.

"That's good, that's good..." The middle-aged man blew his nose.

But paralyzed, he struggled to raise his hands, blowing his nose all over his face.

Stretching out a pair of calloused hands, the wife wiped her husband's face with a clean rag.

Shen Ming saw that she was mixed with sweat and tears, rummaged in the bag, took out a tissue and handed it to her.

The woman was stunned for a moment, then bowed her head gratefully to express her thanks.

"I heard that the Hall of Resurrection can hold funerals for those who have been dead for many years." The middle-aged man calmed down and said.

"Yes." Hu Tao nodded, "This is also our business."

"On the outskirts of Liyue, there are two tombs on the other side of Tianheng Mountain. One is called Shaoyuan's tomb and the other is called Duanya's tomb. They are my former comrade-in-arms and his wife. If possible... help them find A decent funeral." The middle-aged man wriggled his lips.

"It's one of the few requests I have, please, help them."

Chapter 210 Five I'm Going

Tonight, the middle-aged man left quietly. In the end, he didn't say that his parents would look at him one last time, but his wife accompanied him on the last journey.

He asked Hu Tao not to let his parents see the last thing. He was afraid that his parents would not be able to bear it when he left, so he simply stabilized them after all the dust settled.

When he was leaving, his wife held his hand tightly, and she fell down next to the kang with tears streaming down her face, panting continuously with her mouth open.

With damaged vocal cords, she couldn't shout loudly, so she could only vent her emotions with a slight sound like this. She cried very quietly, only the sound of blowing her nose and panting was louder.

Be quiet... It's uncomfortable to be quiet, but if there is any sound, it won't be so depressing.

However, people who do not have great supernatural powers cannot be resurrected after death, and the road ahead has to go on. After all, everyone has to live.

My family is poor, and I will work hard to pay off the funeral debt in the future.

Although the middle-aged man has only been paralyzed in bed in recent years, and was able to engage in manual labor in the early years, in order to seek medical treatment for him, every penny of the family's money was posted on him.

In fact, their family has relatives. In the early years, these relatives helped a lot, but for a disease that can only be reversed by immortals using their supernatural powers, how much help can these relatives help? Just some money.

However, these relatives believed that these should be the expenses for ensuring the family's life, but they did not fall into the improvement of life as the relatives hoped, but were once again invested in the treatment of the son.

This is a bottomless pit, and the help of relatives is also limited. The relatives persuade the old man and the old lady to use the money to improve their lives.

At the very least, don't use it to fill this hole. What use is the little money they funded.

But it’s useless. When parents want to treat their children’s diseases, they really use as much effort as they can. Relatives have helped for several years, but they found that nothing has improved, and instead they are a little struggling. In the end, they reluctantly gave up the assistance.

They no longer give money, but come here every now and then, and put a few baskets of fruits and vegetables to maintain their normal living needs.

Speaking of which, relatives learned this method from male comrades in arms. When relatives donated money at the beginning, his comrades in arms were already doing similar things.

The comrades-in-arms also have their own families, and the parents and wives who directly give money to their own families may not understand, so these people who rolled down the battlefield behind the enemy all chose material and spiritual help.

Mentally regard the old man and the old lady as their own parents, and chat with middle-aged men every now and then, as always, as if they have not retired yet.

In life, these people also chose to share their own dishes and chopsticks, and went to the middle-aged man's house every time they boiled the pot.

Year after year, when the middle-aged man was paralyzed in bed, with these intermittent help, and the two old people and his wife doing a little less heavy work, he persisted like this.

......

When it was dawn, the old man and the old lady woke up from their lethargy and got the news that their son had gone.

In the early morning, the two old men who hadn't walked over from the reluctance immediately burst into tears. The two sat paralyzed on the edge of the kang and couldn't get up. It didn't work even if Hu Tao and Shen Ming helped them.

The children were crying amidst the loud noise, and the old people who were immersed in great grief had almost lost their ability to move. Only the wife, who had been crying silently all night, still had some strength.

With swollen eyes, she came to the bamboo basket and shook it gently.

Tears dripped down the child's cheeks, and the child cried louder, and it was useless for the wife to coax her.

"what......"

Eagerly, she was at a loss holding the bamboo basket.

Fortunately, Hu Tao went over to help her and calmed the child down a bit.