"Xiao Zhao, what's the matter?" Li Hai asked, taking the boy to the teahouse.

"Li Jianguan, the cold poison in my mother's meridians has occurred again in the past few days. I want to buy another pair of Chiyang tea." The boy lowered his head and said.

"Okay, wait a moment, I'll get it for you." Li Hai nodded and turned around and walked into the store.

The boy looked at Li Hai's back, wanted to speak but stopped, and finally lowered his head deeply.

Soon, Li Hai walked out, holding a red jade box in his hand.

"As I told you before, drink it in three times, and you can suppress the cold poison." Li Hai handed the jade box in his hand to the boy.

"Thank you, Uncle Li. But in order to treat my mother's illness over the years, my family's silver has been exhausted, and the rest is far from enough here..." The boy said, and took out a few pieces of broken silver the size of beans from a small patched cloth bag.

"I know the situation of your family. You can take this box of tea back and take it to your mother first. If you need it later, come and get it." Li Hai smiled slightly, and did not take the money from the boy's hand.

"Uncle Li..." The boy's eyes were slightly red, and he bit his lips tightly, but tears still dripped in his eyes.

"Okay, I won't cry easily. I'm going back soon. Your mother is waiting for you." Li Hai patted the boy's shoulder, turned around and walked back to the teahouse.

The young man wiped away his tears with great force, and suddenly knelt on the ground with a "thump", kowtowed twice to the teahouse, and then turned around and left.

Inside the teahouse, Han Li looked surprised.

The place where he and Zi Ling sat was separated from the boy by a wall, but this wall naturally could not stop Han Li.

Han Li has now achieved some success in killing good corpses and is sensitive to good thoughts, so he clearly sensed that when the young man kowtowed to Li Hai and thanked Li Hai, an invisible good thought power appeared on Li Hai, entangled around him.

The power of that kind thought is quite high, far better than what Han Li got when he did good deeds before.

"How could it be? It's the same thing that does good deeds, why did Li Hai get so many good thoughts? What's the difference between me and him?" Han Li's thoughts turned and he was anxious to think about the reason.

He stared at the water cup in his hand, breathing rapidly, and he felt like he was about to find the reason. He used a little force through a thin layer of window paper and broke it with one stab.

"Huh!" At this moment, Zi Ling, who was flipping the book, suddenly exclaimed lightly.

"What's wrong?" Han Li looked over.

"Brother Han, look here. This book "Liyuanzhai Ji" was written by a great scholar of Confucianism and Taoism. There is a sentence here that is somewhat related to the good deeds you have done." Zi Ling handed over the book in his hand and pointed to a paragraph above.

Han Li looked at it and saw that it read: "Isn't doing good deeds a good thing? However, once you have a good reputation, you will be slandered and cause trouble. Be careful and be careful."

A flash of lightning flashed through his mind, and the layer of window paper in his mind shattered, and he suddenly realized.

"I understand, I understand! When doing good, if you have a utilitarian mind, it is just hypocrisy. No matter how much you do, you will deviate from your original mind. Only when your mind has no other thoughts and does not seek rewards can you be the true great good." Han Li breathed a long sigh and said.

Although Li Hai, as a Mahayana monk, has long seen through the practice of cultivation in this deserted and angry fairyland city. Now he is helping the young man with pure thoughts and does not want to give anything back. This kind of good deed can be said to be a natural thing from his original heart, which has received the blessing of many good thoughts.

The first time I rescued the storyteller grandson, I actually thought about it occasionally, and it belonged to this category.

"So that's it. Brother Han, you did a lot of good deeds before, but you did it deliberately to kill the corpse. You have an obsession and utilitarian heart in your heart, so you didn't get much merit." Zi Ling is also a smart person. When Han Li mentioned it briefly, she immediately understood.

"Now that I know the reason, it's much easier to deal with." Han Li smiled, and his worries for many days were wiped out.

Seven years later.

In a secluded place in Xiangyi, a shop has changed its new owner. It is a young couple who changed the original grocery store into a pharmaceutical store. While selling medicinal materials, they also cured diseases and saved people.

Although this couple is young, they are extremely skilled in medical skills. Not only can ordinary people be cured by treating common diseases, but many difficult and complicated diseases can also be treated, with remarkable efficacy.

Moreover, the couple received extremely low medical fees and soon became famous and spread throughout the wasteland city.

For a time, remote medical museums were crowded.

This couple is naturally Han Li and Zi Ling. With their current cultivation level, they can treat these mortals' illnesses and some difficult and complicated diseases that trouble the mundane world, so it is naturally not troublesome.

Before this, Han Li spent seven years treating himself as a mortal in this small town, living here, trying his best to forget his selfish thoughts, and even his identity as a monk.

Then, through the money he saved here bit by bit over the years, he set up a shop and opened a clinic, and treated the disease without asking for anything in return.

It’s just that this kind of selflessness cannot be achieved by reaching it.

He cured his illness and saved people in this way, but he still had selfish thoughts, and no good thoughts came.

Among the 100 people saved, at most one or two times can maintain the selflessness of the soul.

However, Han Li was not anxious and continued to treat the disease and save the patient while pondering the true meaning of goodness.

The clinic soon opened for ten years, and from a new clinic to an old clinic, the young couple inside also entered middle age.

Time flies, and thirty years pass by, and the young couple of that year gradually enter the twilight.

Gradually, Han Li's mind became pure, and he saved people selflessly more and more, and he gained more and more power of good thoughts, and his response to good corpses made rapid progress.

In a blink of an eye, more than a hundred years have passed.

This pharmacy has become a century-old store and a well-known brand within a radius of thousands of miles. Among them, the shopkeepers have also changed for "generations".

In the inner room of the medical museum, Han Li sat cross-legged, lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, his expression was quiet, and a layer of lustered light flashed on his face, like the appearance of a Buddha.

Zi Ling stood aside and looked at Han Li silently.

Her expression also had fluorescent light, and her temperament became more elegant.

Over the years, she followed Han Li and did a lot of good deeds and received a lot of blessings from her good thoughts. Although she has not made any major progress in her cultivation, her spiritual and soul have made considerable progress.

After a long time, Han Li opened his eyes and seemed to have two lightning flashed through the inner room.

"Brother Han, everything is ready?" Zi Ling asked softly.

"The good corpse sensing has been completed. Now I have thoroughly understood the true meaning of 'good'. I am 80% sure that I can kill the good corpse with the clone-cutting technique." Han Li said.

"That's good." Zi Ling breathed a sigh of relief.

Han Li looked at the clinic that he had been there for a hundred years. Even though his state of mind was already extremely high, he still couldn't help but feel a little nostalgic.

"Let's go." He shook his head and walked out of the clinic with Zi Ling quietly.

It was not dawn yet, and no patients were coming outside.

"Fellow Daoist Han, Fellow Daoist Zi Ling, are you leaving?" A voice came, but it was Li Hai, the shopkeeper of the teahouse.

"Fellow Daoist Li has received care over the years." Han Li bowed and said seriously.

His courtesy was sincere. If he had not left the sea, he would not have discovered the problems of doing good deeds.

"Fellow Daoist Han is so polite. I have not helped me over the years. Instead, I have received a lot of advice from fellow Daoist Han. Li thanked me here." Li Hai hurriedly returned a greeting.

For more than a hundred years, while Han Li did good deeds, he often went to the teahouse in Lihai to drink tea and chat.

Although Li Hai originally decided to live in the Hegang Immortal Realm in seclusion, with Han Li's guidance, a trace of thoughts about cultivation was rekindled. Sometimes Han Li's seemingly casual words could benefit him a lot.

"I saw you for the first time. I knew that you were not a human being, far from someone. What you did was beyond the scope of understanding. But no matter what, I wish you all the best in the future." Li Hai looked at Han Li and Zi Ling, and his expression showed a hint of complexity.

"Fellow Daoist Li, too. If you are destined to do so in the future, Han will come to Fellow Daoist Li’s teahouse to have tea again." Han Li said with a smile.

"Welcome at any time!" Li Hai was overjoyed and focused his attention.

When he raised his head, the figures of Han Li and Zi Ling in front had disappeared.

Li Hai looked at the empty streets and felt a sense of melancholy for no reason. He stood outside for a long time before returning to the teahouse.

He looked at the quiet tea room and the melancholy in his heart gradually dissipated.

The world in which Han Li and Zi Ling may be more exciting than that in Huangcheng, and are desirable, but the quiet life in Huangcheng is not a different kind of happiness.

A hint of satisfaction appeared on the sea surface, walked towards the inner room, and began to prepare today's spiritual tea.

...

In the Hegang Fairyland, an unknown mountain range, the lightning flashed in the void, and the figures of Han Li and Zi Ling appeared.

"It's this." Han Li looked at a tall mountain ahead and made a little trick.

A golden sword energy shot out from his fingertips and penetrated into the mountain wall like to tofu.

The sword energy wandered around the mountain wall like a living thing. After a few breaths, a cave was dug out.

"The spiritual energy of the world in Hegang Fairyland is so thin, it may be unfavorable for you to kill corpses." Zi Ling said with a frown.

"It's okay, when my cultivation reaches my level, I can already absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth from many spaces. The thin vitality here does not affect it. More importantly, I have comprehended the true meaning of goodness here, and my soul is very compatible with this immortal realm. The chance of killing corpses here is greater." Han Li said.

"So there is such a reason." Zi Ling suddenly realized.

Han Li then flew into the cave with Zi Ling, set up layers of restrictions around the cave, and turned around and walked towards the innermost secret room.

"Brother Han." Zi Ling suddenly called out to Han Li, his expression full of worry.

Every time a corpse is a big test for the body, it will be a success. If the body is beheaded, it will cause great harm to the body.

"Don't worry, I'll definitely win this time." Han Li held Zi Ling's hand and said with a confident smile.

Zi Ling was infected by Han Li's confidence and focused on the key points.

Han Li let go of Zi Ling's hand and walked into the secret room.

With a "boom", the door of the secret room closed, and a layer of golden light appeared on it, completely isolated from the outside.
Chapter completed!