Chapter 893 Asking for Directions (21)

Xuan Zhenmian: "Thoughts?"

Bai Tang: "A person's thoughts are very important."

Bai Tang pulled him around to a very dilapidated and old house and gently pushed open the door a crack.

The people in the room were lying on the bed, holding a long cigarette in their hands, puffing away the smoke, their faces flushed, and they were like bones.

Xuan Zhenmian looked at him and felt that he was as abnormal as a ghost.

Bai Tang said softly: "He must have been smoking for a long time. I asked about it a few days ago. It is said that he had a very good life and his family was quite rich. After smoking, he started to smoke. It’s out of control.”

Xuan Zhenmian: "Smoking is harmful to people. If you smoke this stuff, you will look like a madman and not like a normal person."

Bai Tang pulled him and continued walking: "If you don't know, it must be too late now. He is seriously ill and will not live long. It must have been earlier when he realized that this thing was harmful to people, but he couldn't control himself to quit. I threw this thing away. I couldn't bear the torture over and over again, so I indulged myself in it. The moment of joy attracted the fatal arrival. "

She doesn't take this smoke seriously now. Back then, the doctor had used it layer by layer on them, getting addicted and detoxifying, and injecting anti-drugs against it, back and forth several times, until the thing had no response to them.

Xuan Zhenmian: "Mr. Lin is right to ban smoking. How can I save the country with this thing? I'm afraid I can't even hit him with a finger. Foreign guns and cannons are very powerful, and people who smoke big cigarettes are like this." Unable to resist.”

Bai Tang took Xuan Zhenmian to another house. In this house, a Bodhisattva was worshiped. They were kowtowing and begging the Bodhisattva to save their suffering. There were two people in strange clothes who were chanting something unknown. They held bells in their hands, shook them, spit out some water, and started chanting something incomprehensible.

I burned a talisman, poured some water into the bowl, and started dancing and chanting again.

"Your son is possessed by evil spirits. If you drink this bowl of my master's talismanic water, you will be given a son who is alive and kicking within three days."

Xuan Zhenmian snorted coldly: "They are pedantic and stubborn parents who are cheating and cheating. My son is so sick and he didn't go to the doctor to do this."

Bai Tang stretched out his finger and shook it: "There are not a few people like this, they can be found everywhere."

Xuan Zhenmian said dullly: "My father is such a person. My family was not bad at first. My father was a teacher, and what he taught was eight-part essay. No matter who was sick in my family, he would go to worship Bodhisattva and Buddha. He himself When he is sick, he firmly believes that only Bodhisattvas and Buddhas can save him, so he seeks help from Taoists and sorcerers, but not from a doctor."

"Later, he died of illness. At that time, I was young and couldn't keep my family property. I was kicked out by several uncles and had no way to apply for an official position. I had no choice but to find work everywhere. But I couldn't fight them with my brains alone. I had no choice but to leave my hometown and seek life elsewhere.”

Bai Tang: "Then do you want to go back and get what belongs to you?"

Xuan Zhenmian shook his head: "I thought about it before, but now I don't. There is nothing to take. I can't hold on, and neither can my uncles. They can join forces to drive me out, and they can also fight each other. Stop. If I go back, all I will be left with is a mess."

More importantly, Xuan Zhenmian felt that it was difficult to predict the future life of him and Bai Tang. No one knows what the future will be like? No one knows whether he is still homeless.

When trouble comes, you have to take refuge, right?