"Where's yours?" Ye Zi looks up at wealth and poverty.
Yu Sheng said: "Don't embarrass the little rich man. Even the poor mice have to help him."
After Yu Sheng said this, it was hard to get rich.
He walked to the counter and took a jar of ash wood wine, "This is my gift. Enjoy it when you are thirsty and tired on the way."
"I'll let you work for the shopkeeper for a year and a half in vain." The little old man refused, but he was forced into his hands by wealth and misfortune.
The sun was rising and it was time to go on the road. The little old man stood at the door, scanned the inn for a week, and then came back.
"Let me see the place where I lived again." The little old man said reluctantly.
When I think that I will never come back, the places I have sat, touched, talked and laughed with become nostalgic.
"Let's go." Yu Sheng patted him on the shoulder, "If you can't stay in Gusu City, you will always be welcome in the inn."
The little old man nodded, glanced around the inn and stepped out of the door.
Yu Sheng sent him to the stone bridge. The little old man held an oil-paper umbrella, held back a thousand words, and said with cupped hands: "Everyone, take your leave."
Everyone gave each other hands. Yu Sheng saw that the gesture was wrong and quickly changed it.
The little old man headed south without looking back. The rays of sunlight fell on his shoulders and the dew on the roadside wetted his shoes.
"Gouzi, send him off over the weasel mound." Yu Sheng waved.
The dogs are now running rampant on the weasel mound.
The dog squatting on the ground swooped out and walked with the little old man on the field road.
The figure busy in the fields yesterday is still vivid in my mind, but now it feels like a luxury.
This sense of fragmentation makes people understand that time is a little bitch.
When he entered the woods and left everyone's sight, the little old man didn't look back. But after passing the hillock and the dog stopped barking a few times, the little old man's eyes suddenly turned red.
He knelt down and held Gouzi's head. The inn felt like home for the first time in his years of wandering.
He knew that it was still too late to go back, but there was no way back.
After squatting for a moment, the little old man patted the dog's head and said, "Go back." Then he strode forward and never came back.
When everyone returned to the inn, they saw Miss Chan'er, whom they had rescued a few days ago, coming down the stairs holding on to the wooden ladder.
Ye Zigao said hurriedly: "Why are you down? Come up and have a rest."
"I understand." Chan'er said, "Just taking a rest will waste the only time we have."
After getting off the wooden ladder and standing for a while, Ye Zigao supported her and went outside to bask in the sun on the stone bridge.
Yu Sheng went up to the attic and said to Aunt Qing: "Parting is indeed the most painful thing."
Aunt Qing sat in front of the dressing table and painted her eyebrows, "Sent the old man away?"
"Um."
"What a pity." Aunt Qing said, "I still want to know the origin of the female ghost who is chasing him."
A female ghost who surrendered to the four-money ghost-catching master with just one move is certainly curious.
Yu Sheng knew more about the long-haired ghost, and he guessed: "It is very likely that she is the long-haired ghost's wife."
"Oh?" Aunt Qing turned around and looked at Yu Sheng in surprise, "How do you know?"
Yu Sheng told the story of a long-haired ghost who had been away from home for ten years and then spent one night with his wife's ghost after returning.
"Being a ghost because of attachment, but not being with him, there must be something fishy." Aunt Qing turned around to trace her eyebrows only to see that the eyebrow pencil had fallen to the ground.
"I'll come." Yu Sheng quickly picked it up with quick eyes and hands, "I'll help you."
"Don't be ridiculous." Aunt Qing pushed him away, but Yu Sheng persisted, and she was the one who compromised in the end.
Yu Sheng stood in front of her and traced her carefully and carefully. Aunt Qing's face turned slightly red and she was not used to Yu Sheng's closeness.
The surroundings were so quiet that Aunt Qing even heard the sound of eyebrow pencil being stroked.
"The eyebrows are as dark as ever," Yu Sheng said with satisfaction after he stopped writing.
Aunt Qing looked at it in the dressing mirror, her brows were lightly swept, and she looked more heroic.
Yu Sheng helped her put her hair cascading behind her back, put on a white dress, and was blown by the lake breeze coming in through the window, making her look indescribably chic.
"It's so beautiful, Aunt Qing, why don't you marry me?" Yu Sheng said pretending to be careless.
"What?" Aunt Qing was caught off guard.
"Don't let the rich water flow to outsiders' fields." Yu Sheng laughed.
Aunt Qing reached out and lifted his ear, "Feishui, did you say that about aunt?"
"I was wrong, I was wrong." I struggled for the rest of my life.
"Also, don't talk nonsense like this again." Aunt Qing said again.
Yu Sheng blushed with embarrassment when he saw her, "Don't say it, don't say it, even if you kill me, I won't say it."
Only then did Aunt Qing loosen her hand. After Yu Sheng moved away, she rubbed her ears and said, "Just kidding, I'm afraid the city lord will stab me through the heart."
Even though he said this, Yu Sheng kept saying something in his mind: Don't tell me until you are beaten to death, but tell me if you can't be beaten to death.
Aunt Qing was about to speak when she was interrupted by a long cry of "Ah~" from below. "What happened?" Aunt Qing asked.
Yu Sheng was also puzzled, but soon he heard footsteps on the wooden ladder, and Fu Nan shouted: "Shopkeeper, commander, help."
When Yu Sheng came out of the attic, he saw that the rich man was in trouble and ran up in embarrassment. Before Yu Sheng could ask questions, the monster Long Ze appeared at the entrance of the wooden stairs.
Long Ze was very aggressive, but after seeing Yu Sheng, he immediately turned around and ran down the wooden ladder.
"It, it wants to eat me." Fu Nan was frightened.
"Dare you bite?" Yu Sheng rolled up his sleeves and walked down, meeting Niu Er head-on.
"Niu Er, what's the deal with you monster? You started biting people in the inn." Yu Sheng said, "Where is it? Let me beat it."
"Shopkeeper," Niu Er stopped him to explain, "it's your fault, this guy. Long Ze met him when he was going downstairs, and he yelled at him. How can you not be angry?"
Yu Sheng looked back, "Why are you yelling at it?"
"You don't want to tell me, you have to have the spirit of wielding a sword. The brave will win when we meet on a narrow road." Fu Nian stood behind Yu Sheng.
He pointed at the wooden ladder, "This road is narrow enough. If it doesn't let me, I can only use my killing move."
The leader's spirit is very complete, but a bit practical.
"You can't bite people, just scare them." Yu Sheng said to Niu Er and led Fu Nan to the door.
Before Yu Sheng could say anything, Fu Nan rubbed the back of his head and asked, "Why did I make that trick not work?"
Yu Sheng doesn’t know why, but it doesn’t prevent Yu Sheng from bragging.
"You think you are me." Yu Sheng said, "Not everyone has the aura of domination."
The aura of a tortoise, what is this? Fu Nan is confused, could it be the aura of the three-legged turtle in the well?
After thinking about it, Fu Nan felt that he might have drank too much water for the rest of his life.
During the conversation, I caught a glimpse of the old monk leading the young monk standing at the end of the bridge, talking to Chan'er who was sitting on the bridge.
After getting closer, Chan'er asked him, "Master, can you remember your past life in the next life?"
"It's difficult," the old monk said, "but there is cause and effect in the world. Long-cherished wishes and entanglements that are difficult to realize in this life will definitely appear in the next life."
Chan'er asked again, "Can those birds and beasts become Buddhas?"
The old monk looked up at the sky, "Buddha exists among all things, and any spirit can become a Buddha. The old monk even saw Basho become a Buddha."
After listening to the old monk's words, Chan'er happily stood up and thanked the old monk.
The old monk gently stroked the hem of her clothes. After a moment of shaking, Chan'er nodded, "Thank you, Master."
When she sat down, she felt much better.
The old monk and the young monk walked down the stone bridge. The young monk was the first to ask if the captured grass ghost was back.
"Back." Yu Sheng said, after Boss Gu handed him over to Wu Zhu, the idiot came back.
Yesterday, the little old man took the time to teach me a lesson.