Xiuxian Work Log

What’s more shocking than a man selling himself to bury his father is this: a monk wanted to buy a man and then had his money robbed?

The culprit stole the money and shamelessly told others about it.

"If you're so poor you can't even afford a coffin, why bother buying one for burial? The dead are already dead, so just burn them."

The crowd suddenly exploded, hurling countless insults at the newcomers, and some even threw the food in their hands at the girl.

"Where did this rude crazy girl come from! The dead are gone, and the dead are the greatest. As a child, how can you not respect and be filial? How can you be unfilial and unbrotherly?"

It was obviously said by a scholar. Lin Qingyue dodged a rotten vegetable leaf that was thrown from the side and glanced at him lightly.

"As a child, you didn't respect your parents when they were alive. Who wants you to give them a fake funeral after they die? A coffin costs 20 taels of silver, and the average family's annual income is only about one tael of silver. Does that mean the whole family has to work hard for years to build one person's coffin?"

A rich boy heard this and laughed at Lin Qingyue.

"As a man, selling yourself to bury your father is unworthy of being a man. It's obvious that you're lazy, ignorant, and stupid. You can't even afford a coffin, so you've resorted to selling meat. Isn't that just his fault? Are you going to burn your parents after they die, too, so they can't rest in peace even after death? What a cruel girl!"

Lin Qingyue couldn't bear it any longer and threw the rotten vegetable leaves on the ground at the rich boy with a belly full of fat intestines.

"That's right. Without your efforts, I wouldn't be reborn like you! You work so hard, your money must not have come from your parents, right? After your parents die, you must be planning a grand celebration, right?"

"You idiot! How dare you curse my parents! This is intolerable! Zhao Liu and Wang Qi, teach her a lesson!"

The rich boy jumped up in anger and waved to the two guards next to him to join in. The people around were watching the fun, and some said that Lin Qingyue deserved it.

Lin Qingyue was not timid either. When he was exchanging for the Great Power Spell, he even had time to ask what the Six Valleys of the Dust-Breaking System meant.

The Dust-Breaking System lay on the platform, stretched its limbs, looked at the scene as if it was accustomed to it, and yawned.

"If you think about the five grains you learned before, you'll probably understand. The five grains are rice, lychee, millet, wheat, and beans. The six grains are rice, lychee, millet, wheat, beans, and hemp. Calling you the six grains means there's no hemp here. In modern terms, you're a bastard!"

The last word is deliberately lengthened, and the meaning is very intriguing.

"Damn fat pig!"

"Neuropathy!"

"mentally retarded!"

"Bagaya road!"

"Axi!"

"FUCK!"

Lin Qingyue couldn't bear it anymore and walked directly towards the rich boy, but was stopped by the little monk.

In the end, no fight broke out. The little monk pulled her away and told her not to do that before leaving.

"The dead are the greatest. Donor, please don't say those words in the future, or you will get beaten."

"Do you also think it's worth spending most of your life's money on a funeral?"

"My parents didn't understand. After death, they will turn into a cup of yellow earth. But the world is like this, and the coffin shop is so cruel. That person has no other choice. Please give me the ten taels of silver just now."

The little monk was dressed in cloth, had fair skin and a high nose bridge, and already had the demeanor of an adult.

He thought the female donor would return the ten taels of silver to him, but she searched her pockets again and again and finally took out a cloth bag.

When I opened it, I found a bag of silver treasures inside!

Lin Qingyue held up the cloth bag and said, "Here are five hundred taels of silver, which you gave me before. I'm returning it to you now, so that you won't be destitute in this dreamland."

As he said this, he gave the five hundred taels of silver to the little monk. The little monk was shocked and refused to accept it after he came to his senses.

"I have never met you before, and I never gave you five hundred taels of silver. Did you remember it wrongly?"

"You gave me five hundred taels of silver before. I remember it clearly."

"You must have mistaken me for the donor. I definitely did not give you five hundred taels of silver."

The silver was pushed back and forth, and Lin Qingyue finally threw it on the ground!

"Then let me ask you, are you Hua Xiangrong?"

Hearing this, the little monk looked at the girl in front of him in surprise.

"How did you know my name is Hua Xiangrong?"

"That's right, these five hundred taels are for the monk named Beggar Xiangrong. You're the only one who got it wrong, not me!"

"I can't take this, please pick it up quickly."

Lin Qingyue remained indifferent.

Hua Xiangrong had no choice but to pick up the bag of silver herself and return it to Lin Qingyue.

However, when he bent down, he could no longer see the girl.

In the corner, the Dust-Breaking System was impressed by her operation.

"You can even give it this way. Speaking of which, the money you took from the steward is almost gone. It's gone too quickly. Why didn't you take a little more before you left?"

Ever since they left that village three years ago, they have been searching for clues about the "mirror" outside.

It was not until the last month that he accidentally noticed the traces of Hua Xiangrong. In this life, Hua Xiangrong was a direct disciple of a Buddhist master. He began to practice and travel in the world after the age of thirteen. Lin Qingyue recognized this familiar old friend during an encounter and began to follow him to this town.

Lin Qingyue watched Hua Xiangrong leave, took out the remaining silver, counted it, and found a total of fifty-six taels of silver and several hundred copper coins.

"If we keep pulling them out, the managers will have sold everything they can on the farm. We have to leave some roots. That way, they won't be extinguished by wildfires and will grow again in the spring breeze."

"You're misusing poetry again."

"This is not misuse, this is clever use."

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Late at night, the young monk returned to the inn from the market, lit a candle, and a silver treasure fell on him.

He looked in the direction of the attack, and the girl in white smiled knowingly and told him the truth at a glance.

"If you spend the money I gave you on the dead, you will have to spend money on the dead from now on."

Hua Xiangrong picked up the silver ingot, put it into the cloth bag Lin Qingyue had given him before, and handed the bag of money to Lin Qingyue.

"There are still 490 taels of silver in it. I will definitely return it to you when I save enough money."

He didn't count the ten taels of silver that Lin Qingyue had just thrown to him, so there were five hundred taels of silver in the bag.

Lin Qingyue didn't know whether to say that Hua Xiangrong had a problem with her brain or just didn't want to make a fuss.

"I took ten taels of silver from you before. Did you forget? Besides, I was returning the silver, not giving it to you."

"You are no longer the Hua Xiangrong I knew. I returned the money to you to draw a clear line between us."

Hua Xiangrong looked at her doubtfully and said again.

"But I really didn't know you before, and I never gave you so much money. Why do you keep saying that I gave you five hundred taels of silver?"

"Thank you for your kindness, but I still cannot accept it."

Lin Qingyue looked at him quietly.

"Don't hear, don't see, don't think, you're deceiving yourself by covering your ears and stealing the bell. Is this how you, Hua Xiangrong, behave? Can you avoid everything by constantly lying to yourself?"

"The illusion didn't seal your memory at all, right?!"