Chapter 241 Saint's Disciple

The man in white asked to kneel down, and a group of people responded.

They were kneeling in front of the door.

Li Banfeng is not afraid of evil people, but he must stay away from bitches. Bitches are more hateful and more difficult to deal with than evil people.

But the key question now is where to go?

It's definitely not possible to go north, or you'll have to go back again.

Being able to determine the direction of true north and other directions, Li Banfeng chose to go east.

There are several hills to the east, unlike the true north, which is a wasteland. Li Banfeng watched the mountains and walked, and he would not go wrong after all.

On the way down the mountain, Li Banfeng kept thinking about what the sages on the mountain usually ate. After wandering around the mountain for such a long time, Li Banfeng didn't see any farmland or farmers.

Halfway up the hillside, Li Banfeng saw an old man in his seventies, pulling a cart of rice and walking up the mountain. There were two people pushing the cart behind him. One was his son in his early thirties, and the other was ten years old. grandson.

The white rice was very heavy, and it was difficult for the grandfather and grandson to push it. When they reached the hillside, the old man stopped the car and ate multigrain pancakes with a pot of white water.

Seeing that these three were honest people, Li Banfeng stepped forward and asked for directions: "How can I get to the nearest train station?"

The old man's son raised his head and said, "Are you looking for a station? It's far away."

The old man smiled and said: "Are you a student who went up the mountain to study? Didn't you see the saint today? Young man, don't be impatient. When you are sincere, the saint will definitely see you."

Li Banfeng shook his head and said, "I'm not here to study, I'm just passing through."

Upon hearing this, the old man's son looked contemptuous and didn't want to pay attention to Li Banfeng.

The old man seemed to see the secret and advised Li Banfeng: "Studying is not an easy task. What the saints teach is unique knowledge in the world. How can you teach it to others casually?

Our family has been sending rice to the saint for sixteen years. We originally hoped that the saint would accept my son. But now that my son is old and the saint refuses to accept it, it depends on whether my grandson is good enough. "

"Send rice?" Li Banfeng looked at the cart full of white rice, then looked at the multigrain pancakes in the hands of his grandfather and grandson, and asked, "How much does this rice cost per pound?"

The old man rolled his eyes at Li Banfeng: "What money do you want? It's because of your sincerity. The saint is willing to eat my rice. This is an opportunity for our family."

Do you give white rice that your own family is reluctant to eat to a saint for nothing?

Li Banfeng couldn't help but be curious and asked: "What is this saint's secret knowledge?"

The old man lost his smile and collected the grain pancakes.

The old man's son was also very nervous. He looked around and said to Li Banfeng: "On the mountain of the saint, you have to know how to speak properly. You don't even know the etiquette. No wonder the saint doesn't see you."

The old man waved his hand, signaling the two of them to hurry up and stop talking to Li Banfeng.

The son quickly straightened the car and asked the old man to pull the car in front.

Li Banfeng said: "You are stronger than your father, so you might as well go to the front and pull the cart."

The son snorted and said, "This is called sincerity, do you understand?"

The seventy-year-old man pulls a cart and delivers rice, and his sincerity is indeed extraordinary.

The ten-year-old child was eating pancakes from beginning to end without even raising his head.

Children of this age are just old enough to eat, and a piece of multigrain pancake is obviously not enough for him.

Li Banfeng asked the child: "Have you ever eaten white rice?"

The child glanced at Li Banfeng and trotted to follow his father's cart.

Li Banfeng then walked down the mountain. Along the way, he met many people studying, as well as people delivering food, vegetables, and livestock.

Compared with the people on the mountain, they were more talkative. When they saw Li Banfeng, they would not turn around and leave. At least they could say a few words.

But when asked where the train station was, everyone avoided talking. They didn't believe that Li Banfeng was passing by. They all thought that Li Banfeng was rejected when he went to the mountain to study. They were frustrated and wanted to leave.

Everyone advised Li Banfeng to stay a little longer. As long as he was sincere, he would definitely be able to impress the saint.

After being unable to communicate with this group of people, Li Banfeng no longer asked for directions. When he met people going up the mountain, Li Banfeng would always go around them. He just wanted to go down the mountain as soon as possible.

Everyone on this mountain, every plant, every tree, and even the air on the mountain made Li Banfeng extremely disgusted. Even in Kucaizhuang, Li Banfeng didn't feel as uncomfortable as he did today.

At the foot of the mountain, Li Banfeng continued to rush eastward. After walking for more than a hundred miles, Li Banfeng finally saw hope.

There is a mountain blocking the way ahead, but it is different from the previous mountain.

This is a hill, obviously much shorter, and there is a village at the foot of the hill.

Li Banfeng entered the village and saw the beautiful fields and the working farmers.

The disgusting air seemed to disappear, and Li Banfeng's nerves gradually calmed down.

But the villagers' nerves were not relieved. Li Banfeng's arrival made them particularly nervous and even a little scared.

Li Banfeng's clothes frightened them, his behavior frightened them, and even the tone of his voice frightened them.

Li Banfeng could understand such a reaction.

The village is so remote, and the villagers have rarely seen outsiders, so it is normal for them to be wary.

When asked about the train station, a small number of villagers replied that they did not know. Most of the villagers looked at Li Banfeng blankly, as if the train station did not exist in their world.

Li Banfeng can also understand this.

Many villagers may have never taken a train, let alone the villagers here. Qin Tianjiu, who grew up in Yaowanggou, has never taken a train since he was so old. This is very normal.

Walking from the beginning of the village to the end of the village, Li Banfeng heard the sound of Lang Lang reading.

The students' childish and vigorous voices made Li Banfeng firmly believe that he had left the territory of the Sage Peak.

No matter how remote the place is, there is still a school here, and what they learn is serious. Such a place can make people see vitality and hope.

What are they learning.

"The root of heaven and earth begins with the heart of the sage,

The change of heaven and earth begins with the thought of the sage,

The foundation of heaven and earth begins with the virtue of the sage,

The source of heaven and earth begins with the wish of the sage."

When Li Banfeng heard the word "sage", his scalp exploded.

Is this a serious thing?

It is not advisable to make comments. What they learn is traditional knowledge. Li Banfeng has been in Purozhou for less than a year, and some traditions may not be understood.

When you look closer, the sound of reading does not come from the school, but from a rice field.

A group of children under ten years old are planting rice in the rice field while reciting the sage's scriptures.

This is a very normal thing. The children have learned both cultural knowledge and survival skills.

A child was planting a row of seedlings carefully. A middle-aged man walked into the paddy field and trampled the seedlings.

"Plant again." The man ordered.

The child didn't know what he had done wrong, and looked up at the man.

The man slapped the child and knocked him down in the paddy field. Before the child could get up, he stepped forward and kicked him again.

The child struggled for a long time and couldn't get up. The man carried the child to the edge of the field, broke a willow branch, and beat the child.

The child's parents watched from the side. The child's mother was distressed and shivered with pain.

The child's father stopped him from the side, saying a few words in his mouth: "This is for his own good, it's all for his own good..."

The man whipped a few times and scolded: "Don't cry, you have some ambition, you can't bear any pain, what qualifications do you have to learn the principles of saints?"

Is this normal?

Li Banfeng stood by the field, and his veins jumped.

Some not-so-good memories of his childhood came to Li Banfeng's mind.

The man looked at the child and said, "Do you know why I beat you? Do you know why I asked you to replant the rice seedlings?"

The child shook his head in confusion.

The man angrily said, "If you have doubts in your heart, you will not be sincere. I asked you to replant the rice seedlings, so you just do it. Why do you have doubts in your heart? You are a rotten wood that cannot be carved."

Seeing that the child was covered with wounds, the man said indifferently, "I will apply some medicine to you."

After that, he grabbed a handful of salt flour and wanted to rub it on the child.

The child was trembling with fear, and the child's parents trembled beside him, muttering in their mouths, "Kid, this is for your own good, all for your own good."

The middle-aged man clutched the salt flour and said, "Bear the pain and reflect on yourself here. If you dare to shout again, you don't have to come to school tomorrow. You don't deserve it..."

Bang!

Li Banfeng kicked the man in the face.

The man stepped back a few steps and fell into the paddy field. His nose was kicked crooked by Li Banfeng and blood was flowing.

The man looked at Li Banfeng in astonishment.

Everyone around looked at Li Banfeng.

The man said in a vague voice: "Who are you?"

Li Banfeng's hat brim was very low, and he was facing the sun, so the man could not see his face.

"Don't ask me who I am, do you know why I hit you?"

The man looked confused.

Bang!

Li Banfeng kicked him again in the confused face.

The man lay on his back in the paddy field, drank a mouthful of mud and sand, and sat up after a long time.

"You, why did you hit me?"

Two teeth were kicked out by Li Banfeng, and the man spoke a little lisp.

Bang!

Li Banfeng kicked him again.

"If you have doubts in your heart, your will is not sincere. I hit you, you just take the beating honestly. Why do you have doubts in your heart? It's really a rotten wood that can't be carved."

After saying that, Li Banfeng grabbed the man's hair and kicked him several times.

The man cried hoarsely, and Li Banfeng pinched his mouth: "Don't cry, be a little bit of a man, you can't bear the pain, what saintly principles are you talking about?

I'll give you some medicine, you bear the pain, reflect here, if you dare to shout again, I'll find a rope to hang you, if you don't want to hang, I'll help you, do you understand?"

After that, Li Banfeng grabbed a handful of salt and rubbed it on the man's face.

The man cried hoarsely: "He hit me, hit me..."

Li Banfeng frowned and said: "You really didn't understand, okay, I'll take you to find a place to hang."

The surrounding villagers were all scared, and a man shouted: "He hit the saint's disciple, stop him quickly, don't let him run away."

Saint's disciple?

This is the disciple taught by the saint?

Stop me?

What's wrong with these people?

Let their children be tortured by this bird man, and they are willing?

"What's wrong with hitting him?" Li Banfeng grabbed the middle-aged man, turned his wrist, and broke his neck directly.

He killed the saint's disciple!

Yes, he did.

This kind of birdman is a disaster if he stays in the world.

The villagers stepped forward to stop Li Banfeng and shouted loudly: "We can't let him go!"

"Take him to the Saint Peak and let him be cut into pieces!"

Li Banfeng threw away the body of the middle-aged man, walked straight out of the paddy field, looked at the villagers and said: "Tell your saint that I killed this man. Let's see who can stop me today!"

As soon as the voice fell, everyone was silent.

Li Banfeng strode away, and no one dared to follow him.

A villager whispered: "We don't have to stop him. He has committed a serious crime. The saint will not let him go!"

Li Banfeng sneered. He wanted to see how powerful this saint was.

At dusk, Li Banfeng returned to the village.

He did not go out. He walked for a whole half day and returned to the village.

Seeing Li Banfeng appear, all the villagers returned home and closed the door.

Li Banfeng sat at the entrance of the village and patted the wine gourd: "Sister, do you remember where this place is?"

The gourd pondered for a while and said: "Sister has been thinking about it, but I don't think I have ever been here."

"What about you?" Li Banfeng asked the old teapot.

The old teapot coughed twice and said: "This place is really new, I haven't been here either..."

Forget it, go back to Suishenju to ask my wife.

Li Banfeng was about to take out the key when he heard someone approaching in the distance.

He stood up and whispered: "Who?"

A weak female voice came over: "Benefactor, it's me, how did you get here?"

PS: Who is this person?