There's something wrong with my master.

"Are you... Yunliu?" the woman suddenly asked.

"it's me."

"It's really you. I heard my old man talk about you. He said you take good care of his business."

When the woman said this, her eyes became red and swollen. She packed up the shop and went to the kitchen.

"Just wait a moment."

The smoke in the kitchen started up again.

It can be seen that the woman's movements are not as skillful as those of the former boss.

It took more than ten minutes for the noodles to be cooked.

When the noodles were served, Yun Liu ate them in no time as he did in the past, and left the copper coins.

When I left, there was no more "Come again next time."

If nothing unexpected happened, he would never hear these words again.

This made him feel inexplicably irritated.

But looking at the deserted streets, he had no idea what to do.

After all, so many monks who were trying to overcome the tribulation were ultimately unable to resolve the problem.

On Yunliu's way back, there were not many people who greeted him.

Only a butcher and a little flower girl greeted him.

As he walked into the store, he suddenly turned around.

In the shop opposite, several monks were preaching Buddhism.

In his current condition, he couldn't see clearly what level of cultivation those monks had.

But I guess their level of cultivation is not very high, because those monks who preach Buddhism cannot cure the plague.

“Suffering is eliminating the sins of your life.”

"The more pain you experience, the closer you are to paradise."

“When the pain disappears, consciousness will return to the paradise.”

"Amitabha."

A few monks demonstrated some rudimentary magic skills, and then continued to preach to the distance under the respectful gazes of others.

Yun Liu saw with his own eyes that a beggar infected with the plague on the street suddenly became very excited. The more pain he suffered, the more excited the beggar became.

In the end, the beggar, despite being suffering from illness, opened his arms with a happy face and welcomed the coming of death.

When a person dies in pain, it should give rise to extremely strong malice.

I blame the injustice of the world and why this illness has befallen me.

But in Yunliu's eyes, he did not see any malice rising.

Before the soul dissipated, it actually had a hint of satisfaction.

“Is this the solution those people came up with?”

Just give them an empty fantasy and let them immerse themselves in this illusory dream.

In this case, even if more people die, what does it matter?

Even if more people die, it will not affect the way of heaven.

Soon, the missionaries arrived at Yunliu's calligraphy and painting shop.

Several monks with bald heads bowed to Yun Liu.

"Amitabha, I come from the Pure Land Temple and have a connection with you, the donor."

As he spoke, a golden Buddha light, the same as that of Monk Jingtu, emerged from his body.

However, compared to the Pure Land monk who can summon the Buddha's kingdom in his palm and replace the world with the Buddha's kingdom.

The Buddha's light of these monks looks like a glowing light bulb, so weak and pitiful.

"What's the reason?" Yun Liu asked with pretended curiosity.

"Have you ever heard of the Western Pure Land?"

Several monks thought that Yunliu was frightened by the Buddha's light, and wanted to take the opportunity to spread the doctrine to Yunliu that the more painful it is, the closer one is to the Pure Land.

Fortunately, Yunliu was not taught to hurt himself, but was told to let everything take its course.

Otherwise, Yunliu might consider striking them unconscious so that these monks could not continue to preach.

After sending away a few monks, the calligraphy and painting shop became very quiet.

No one came to disturb me the whole day.

Compared with the previous noise, the current silence suddenly made Yunliu feel a little uncomfortable.

We have become accustomed to many things, but when we suddenly lose them, our hearts become empty, as if something is missing.

Fortunately, Yunliu has a strong ability to adapt, and there is a way of living in a prosperous era.

There is a way to live a deserted life.

He put some water into the inkstone and ground the ink patiently. The clear water slowly turned black in the inkstone.

As time passed, his slightly irritable heart was gradually calmed down.

When I picked up the pen to write, the handwriting that used to be light and elegant became a little bland.

Squeak.

The door of the shop was suddenly pushed open.

A head poked in from outside, it was a girl of about fifteen or sixteen.

She was wearing a pink dress, had a round face, and looked surprisingly pretty.

She looked around the room stealthily, and after meeting Yun Liu's gaze, her eyebrows suddenly curved into two crescents.

"Uncle Yun."

The girl called out in a sweet voice, then skipped in and closed the door.

"It's Xiao Li'er."

Yun Liu glanced towards the door and saw that it was Lin Li, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his face.

This is also the reason why he can calmly watch the changes in the world outside.

As long as the people he cares about are still alive and well, he doesn't care how many people die outside.

This is indeed the case. In the past ten years, only the deaths of the matchmaker and the noodle shop owner made him feel slightly sad.

"Your father and your grandmother, they haven't been here for a while."

Yun Liu put down the pen, sat on the recliner, and glanced at Lin Li with his eyes slanted.

Lin Li also found a recliner and sat on it. She kicked her embroidered shoes and the recliner began to shake.

The two of them look like father and son at this moment.

"My father went to the capital, saying that he wanted to find out something."

"My grandma hurt her ankle when she was walking a few days ago, and she has been unable to walk for the past few days."

"Oh, I see." Yun Liu nodded.

I remember the last time I saw Yun Liuyu, that woman who always dressed like a lady and was a bit unruly, had started to grow white hair.

"My grandma asked me to come to your place to get some calligraphy and paintings."

"Take it. Just give me the money."

"Grandma said, buy on credit."

"…How many times has she bought on credit?"

Yun Liu muttered softly, and a few black lines seemed to flash across his forehead.

The world has really changed.

In ten years, even that arrogant lady learned how to get things for free.

"By the way, my father told me to tell you that you should stop opening this store and just live in my house."

"Why would I go to your house? To live under someone else's roof and be looked down upon by your family?"

"Ah, Uncle Yun is talking nonsense again. If anyone dares to roll his eyes at you, Xiao Li'er will beat him to death."

Lin Li said this while waving his delicate fist.

As a result, she used too much force and the rocking chair shook violently a few times with her movements, almost throwing her out.

"Uncle Yun, give me a hand!"

She screamed and finally managed to steady herself.

She took a deep breath, and her exquisite curves rose and fell, and then she began to blame Yun Liu.

"Why didn't Uncle Yun pull me up just now? I almost fell out."

"You are already grown up girls, men and women should not touch each other, do you understand?"

"Tsk." Lin Li raised his middle finger at Yun Liu and said in a light tone.

"We are all alone in a room."

"No, you are a widow, and I am not a lone man."

"Hey...Uncle Yun, what you mean is that you have a woman?"

Lin Li seemed to have discovered something interesting. He quickly got up from the rocking chair, then crouched down and took small steps, quietly walking into the backyard.

She tiptoed around the backyard, searching the kitchen, bedroom and guest room, but found nothing.

"Not at home?"

Lin Li was still unwilling to give up. After walking around for a while, he even lay on the ground and looked under the bed.

After the pink dress was covered in dust, it finally returned to the recliner in the store, looking dusty.

"Uncle Yun, are you lying to me?"

"Did you just find out?"

"what……!"

When Lin Li heard this, he instantly got furious.

He picked up the weapon at hand and wanted to fight with Yunliu, but Yunliu held him back with a ruler.

"Ah...let me go, you liar!"

"How could your mother, such a gentle woman, give birth to a daughter like you?"

Yun Liu ignored Lin Li's words. He used a ruler to push the girl down on the recliner and made a complaint at the same time.

Squeak.

The door was opened again.

A girl wearing a flowery jacket and dressed like a country girl walked in carrying a fruit basket.

Seeing the scene inside, the girl quickly put down the fruit basket and quickly covered her eyes.

"Did I come at the wrong time?"

As he said this, he took small steps and tried to walk out. Judging from his gestures, he might want to close the door at the same time.

"Tao Yaoyao, come back here, things are not what you think!"

Lin Li, who was pressed on the recliner by the ruler, became anxious and shouted towards the door.

"I told you to be on guard against him, not me."

There were voices outside the house again.

First, the middle-aged and somewhat portly Zhu Weiquan walked in, and then came the former saint of the Gu clan, Lin Yu, who was still elegant in middle age.