After half a chat, Lingcha reached the temperature of closing his mouth.

Cheng Fan suddenly talked with the old man Chenghuang about the boy who stole the merit box in Yangcheng.

After hearing this, the old man of the City God blew his beard and stared at him.

It would be fine if you don’t go through the gods, but you even steal the merit box?!

Is there any other kingly law?

Is there any law?

Cheng Fan laughed in silence and immediately explained:

"The child is not bad by nature. For the sake of the old land, we gave him a chance."

"Besides, what I stole was not the merit box in your temple. Are you so excited?"

The old man Chenghuang looked at Cheng Fan with a "full man but not hungry man" expression.

"Who said that my merit box in the temple has not been stolen? I'm just embarrassed to bring it up!"

The old man's beard turned up again, obviously he was very angry at this incident.

As a Taoist who likes to stand up for justice, Cheng Fan asked him with a smile:

"How many stole? Have you chased me? Have you ever blamed you?"

The old man of the City God rolled his eyes and said unhappy:

"It's also the little kid who steals it, and I can't count it! Lord Yan Jun has a lot of things to do every day, so how can he have free time to deal with such small things?"

"I sent a messenger to see it. The child was using money to buy medicine for his seriously ill mother. When he felt weak, he let him go."

Cheng Fan nodded and smiled, "He is a filial child. If he can reform himself, it will be a good thing."

"cut!"

The old man of the City God spat lightly.

“There is one and two, and there are three and four will not be far away.”

"All property that is not a right path will corrupt people's hearts."

"The more you have troubles, the less you can tolerate it, otherwise he will have thousands of excuses to beg you to pity him."

Cheng Fan heard the problem and said with a solemn expression:

"Is it because I'm greedy for the cheap and unwilling to live a steady life?"

"More than just!"

The old man Chenghuang had his eyes wide open and cursed:

"The first time I reached out to my hand was nervous, that was for my old mother."

"I reached out for the second time, I was overwhelmed and started to do it for myself."

"At the back, he was gone without any worries and awe. He was not afraid of ghosts and gods, but only the police."

"Occasionally, I was caught by the temple Zhu, threw it out, and put it on the blacklist in the temple. In the end, I became an extrajudicial madman."

"Zhang San?"

Cheng Fan blinked at him.

"What's wrong with Guan Zhangsan?"

The old man didn't understand the meme and looked puzzled.

Seeing Cheng Fan shaking his head with a smile, he said to himself:

"This kind of person is not worthy of sympathy from the beginning!"

"The so-called great kindness intent eventually turned into the soil of the seeds of sin!"

"Nine out of ten things are unhappy in the world. How can everything go well?"

"He is harder, others are even harder!"

Cheng Fan nodded in agreement: "That's true."

"The harder people are relying on themselves, so why should they help those who have a shameful face?"

"Wouldn't it be unfair to those more difficult people?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the old man of the City God looking at him quietly.

He was saying in his heart: 'Real person, it turns out you understand everything!'

Cheng Fan twitched his lips, and he said so many things together, waiting for him here.

The old man Chenghuang is complaining that he is meddling in other people's business.

I'm afraid it's still the mother-son thing.

Sure enough, the old man secretly said:

"Here are real people, some people are like God's will, and there is no need to worry too much."

"Not all cause and effect are good cause and effect. Is it rare to do bad things with good intentions?"

The old man Chenghuang looked at Cheng Fan meaningfully.

Cheng Fan nodded in his heart.

His departure was a forced resumption of his life for the mother and son.

The cause and effect of prolonged life is naturally counted on Cheng Fan's head.

Cheng Fan smiled slightly and kept silent.

Don't he know this?

Taoist scriptures are full of purity and inaction and let nature go, how could he not know?

He is just such a person.

It’s not that he really wants to be a free immortal in the mountains and fields, but that he doesn’t want to.

There are so many sufferings in the world that he closed his eyes and thought he hadn't seen it.

He can't do it.

If you practice Taoism until the end becomes ruthless and selfless, it will be meaningless to practice until the end.

It would be fine if it could not be seen, but he could not treat the things in front of him as invisible.

therefore.

Facing the inquiring tone of the old man Chenghuang.

Cheng Fan just smiled lightly and said gently:

"It will definitely be next time."

Seeing Cheng Fan's firm and gentle eyes.

The old man Chenghuang sighed slightly, shook his head and said no more.

All you should say is said, and no need to say what you shouldn't say.

I don’t know what he meant by “next time”.

The old man Chenghuang took a sip of spiritual tea, and a cool and refreshing feeling rose from the soles of his feet and reached the top of his head.

"Good tea, good tea!"

A look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"This spiritual tea..."

"My apprentice planted it, a new variety."

Cheng Fan smiled calmly, with a proud look in his words.

The old man Chenghuang nodded, with a hint of flattery in his eyes.

My fingers circled the table, as if I was planning to ask for it.

Cheng Fan saw it clearly and smiled in his heart.

You can guess 70% or 80% without listening to your heart.

If you want to take away the spirit tea, you won’t be able to explain anything.

"Mr. Chenghuang, this tea..."

"Good tea! Good tea!"

The old man looked happy and thought Cheng Fan was going to give him some.

"I think this tea is good, too."

Cheng Fan calmly took a sip and stopped talking.
To be continued...