Wanbao Lady

Chapter 19 Life is like a candle

A few hours later.

Li Xiaoman stood at the bottom of the long staircase, looking at the vermilion gate at the end of the staircase with determination in his eyes.

He dragged his bag, wiped the mud off the soles of his shoes, and climbed up.

But before he climbed a few steps, he was stopped by a voice.

"stop!"

He looked around but saw no one.

He thought he had heard it wrong and was about to move forward when he was stopped again.

"Stop! The one with the bag is you!"

Li Xiaoman was startled and looked around, only to see a mynah bird standing on the treetop next to him.

The sound came from it.

"Demon, monster!"

Li Xiaoman was startled.

No, this is a mynah bird, it can talk!

He suddenly reacted.

The panic in my heart suddenly eased a lot.

"What are you doing here, human?"

Hmm? Are you still asking questions?

Could it really be a monster?

Or is it the spiritual beast guarding the gate of Niangniang Mountain?

Li Xiaoman was very nervous.

But he still told me why he came.

"My grandpa is seriously ill and is about to die. Goddess, please be merciful and powerful. I want to ask you to save my grandpa!"

As he said this, he bowed to the starling.

"I hope this gentleman will be flexible."

The starling suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

"Well, adults or something... You're talking about your grandfather. How old is your grandfather?"

"I am eighty-five this year."

Eighty-five years old?

Isn't it normal to go?

Birth, aging, illness and death are natural phenomena.

If everyone comes to ask the Goddess for help when they are about to die, wouldn't the front of the Goddess's door become a vegetable market?

The starling thought.

So it firmly refused.

"You'd better go down the mountain."

Li Xiaoman was struck by lightning.

"Why?"

So the starling patiently explained the reason.

"Justice? But my grandfather was beaten by a bad guy. If it weren't for that blow, he could still live for many more years!"

Li Xiaoman said angrily.

If it weren't for that slap from the high priest, how could his grandfather have ended up like this?

Although he didn't want to cause trouble for the Empress, he believed that anyone would do the same as he did when faced with the impending death of a loved one.

But the starling still refused.

It has seen a lot of things like this during the decades of its practice.

Human beings are such fragile creatures.

In other words, as long as one has not embarked on the path of spiritual practice, he or she is so fragile.

After decades or hundreds of years, it turned into a handful of yellow earth.

It's a very normal thing.

Even if the local god came, he would have to shake his head and leave.

Then say "Life and death are determined by fate."

It is better not to disturb the Empress's meditation by doing something that conforms to the laws of nature.

The man and the demon had different opinions and soon got into an argument.

The entire home is under Chongfan's surveillance.

Naturally, she saw what was happening outside with her spiritual sense.

She also knew the old village chief.

Chongbing told her everything that happened after he came down the mountain.

Naturally, this also included the stories he had heard about the old village chief.

To be honest, the old village chief is respectable.

Not only has he worked diligently for many years, but he also has the courage to say no when facing evil forces like the high priest.

Not only that, he also used himself as bait and at the cost of being seriously injured, aroused the passion and conscience of the villagers.

No matter in which era, he is always a shining person.

But he is too old.

Life is like a candle in the wind, and it is about to come to an end.

The high priest's slap was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Emotionally, she did sympathize with the old man.

Intellectually, as the bird demon said, birth, aging, sickness and death are the natural order of things.

If there were a disaster caused by demons or ghosts, or a natural disaster, she might still consider helping if she is able.

But she shouldn't interfere too much with this natural number.

To put it bluntly, she is a quiet and free practitioner, not anyone's nanny.

Besides, even if she wanted to use the treasure, the luck value was not enough.

With these luck points, she could refine a treasure that could heal injuries, but she was currently powerless to do anything about the loss of vitality.

She shook her head.

Looking at the "Miscellaneous Notes of Cultivators" in front of her, she said to Chong Bing: "I have something to tell you."

Chongbing leaned over to listen.

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Outside the gate.

"Please, let me in and see the queen!"

"Hey, why don't you listen to advice?"

While the man and the demon were still arguing, the door opened.

Chong Bing walked out from inside.

Li Xiaoman's eyes lit up and he stepped forward immediately.

"Fairy messenger, please save my grandpa! He is dying!"

He fell down at Chong Bing's feet and almost cried.

Chongbing helped him up.

"The Queen has already known about this matter, and she asked me to bring you a message."

"Please speak, Immortal Envoy."

"Death is not an end, but a new beginning."

At the same time, in the attic, Chongfan closed the book.

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Li Xiaoman went down the mountain in a daze.

After returning home, I looked at the haggard old man in front of me.

Chong Bing's words echoed in his mind.

"Not the end? But the beginning?"

He touched the old man's gray hair.

Tears are silent.

That night, the old man miraculously woke up.

There was a rare rosy complexion on his face.

"Baby, baby."

He yelled slightly.

Li Xiaoman, who was sleeping beside his bed, woke up immediately.

The old man actually woke up and his complexion seemed to be getting better.

He shouted in surprise: "Grandpa!"

Then she skillfully helped the old man up and tucked the quilt in for him.

"Grandpa, are you feeling better?"

Li Xiaoman looked concerned.

The old man neither nodded nor shook his head.

He just said, "Xiaoman, Grandpa is hungry and wants to eat the spiritual rice."

Although it was a bit strange to cook in the middle of the night, Li Xiaoman did not doubt it and said happily, "Okay, wait for me, Grandpa."

As he said this, he tucked the quilt for the old man again and went to the kitchen.

And cooked a pot of magical rice as quickly as possible.

He took out some pickles and meat sauce from the clay pot and served them to the old man.

"grandfather."

Li Xiaoman walked into the room excitedly.

As the kerosene lamp burned, I could vaguely see that the old man had his eyes closed.

He looked peaceful, as if he had just fallen asleep.

Li Xiaoman's heart skipped a beat.

"grandfather!"

He rushed forward and put the plate on the table.

"grandfather!"

He shook the old man gently, but the old man did not open his eyes again.

Li Xiaoman's eyes suddenly filled with tears.

"Grandpa, don't sleep. Didn't you say you wanted to eat some spiritual rice? Here's the rice."

The room was silent.

Only the moonlight from the window shines down, as if covering the old man with a white coat.

"Grandpa, let's get up and eat, okay? Didn't you say you like this spiritual rice the most?"

The young man leaned over the old man, his voice choked with sobs.

An owl flew by and landed on the treetop outside the window.

Listening to the noise inside, it tilted its head curiously.

Then it fluttered away.

Only the suppressed crying sound remained in the house.