Help! This savior is too stupid!

"I just said I'm not dead!"

A dirty beggar was sitting on the main chair with his arms stretched out. He scratched the back of his neck from time to time, picked out a flea in his hair, pinched it with two fingers, then flexed his fingers like a bow, and with a bang, Just smash the fleas out.

The beggar was in shabby clothes and behaved vulgarly. He grabbed the tea beside him and drank it from the cow, and all the fine tea was wasted.

Next to the beggar, stood a scholar with simple clothes and a dull look. He was not tall, only 1.7 meters tall, and his whole body was neatly tidied.

Squeak——

The door of the study room was pushed open, and a fat white man poured in like a wave. The originally spacious study room suddenly became a little small.

Fatty Bai couldn't help but hugged the scholar and cried,

"My Di'er!"

The strange thing is that as he sheds tears, there is a scent of wine floating in the air. Just one sip can make people drunk for three days.

Fatty Bai is none other than Mr. Du.

Du Ping'an couldn't bear the relationship between father and son that had accumulated for many years. After Master Du cried a few words, he quickly struggled out.

"Father."

Du Ping'an was still the same as before, without any change.

"How long have I been thinking about this?"

"Soon, it will be more than five hundred years."

Hearing this number, Du Pingan's eyelids jumped and he asked quickly,

"Then teacher and the others..."

Mr. Du pressed his palms,

"Don't worry, time flows at different speeds on both sides. They can't wait that long and have gone back long ago."

Having said this, Mr. Du still felt a little guilty and glanced at the beggar.

People do go back.

But only two people remain here.

One, of course, is Mr. Du.

The other one is the beggar in front of him, Jiang Bai, who has been traveling around the world for five hundred years.

Du Ping'an was not surprised by the beggar's identity. If he hadn't recognized the other person's voice, he wouldn't have woken up.

Although the speed of time on both sides is different, the sense of passage of time is particularly real. This is one of the charms of Past Lane.

The rest have to leave because they may not be able to survive the long years.

Otherwise, if you spend time here in vain, you will easily suffer from heart failure. When you leave this world, you will be in a dangerous situation where your body will die before your heart dies.

Where there are benefits, there are risks.

Jiang Bai has stayed the longest because he has the longest lifespan known.

Within 1,200 years, Jiang Bai could roam freely.

Jiang Bai took another sip of tea and asked casually,

"Have you thought about the answer to the question I asked you back then?"

Du Pingan shook his head, "No."

If he thought clearly, Du Ping'an would not be awakened by Jiang Bai, but would wake up by himself.

"Is something wrong?"

Du Ping'an also knew that Jiang Bai would not tell that story for no reason. Obviously, something happened that he didn't know about in these years.

To be precise, he didn't know everything that had happened in the past five hundred years.

"Let's talk about the problem first."

Jiang Bai casually pointed to the outside of the study room.

"How does what you see and hear when you come back compare with what you saw back then?"

Du Pingan answered truthfully,

"Along the way, everyone is happy, their families have enough food and clothing, officials are lax but not derelict in their duties, businessmen are philistines but not cunning..."

Back then, the city was almost turning into a ghost town.

Today's prosperous appearance, compared with that of the past, is one in the sky and one on the earth.

Jiang Bai seems to be smiling but not smiling.

"Then guess what we did to turn that hellish scene into the paradise on earth before our eyes?"

Du Ping'an pondered for a moment and said his method,

"Punish the evil and promote the good, open warehouses to distribute grain, free servants and rents, open charity halls to collect orphans, open schools, teach people to read..."

His method is simple to say but difficult to do, but not difficult at all.

Because the strongest person inside and outside this city is Jiang Bai, and the richest person is Master Du.

If they work together and want to do this, it won't take five hundred years, fifty years, no, twenty years, to make the world look new.

Du Ping's methods actually don't require much reading. Just ask anyone and you can tell them one, two, three, four.

After Du Pingan finished speaking, he added,

"The difficulty in this matter should be to persist in doing these things for five hundred years."

"wrong."

Jiang Bai shook his head, closed his eyes, and hummed an unknown tune in his nose without explanation.

Master Du took over the conversation,

"In the past ten years, when those people were here, we did exactly what you said, and even did better than what you said. What is the social welfare system called..."

"But you think it's strange or not? No matter how many good deeds we did in those years, we couldn't resist the evil in people's hearts. It sprung up like bamboo shoots after a rain!"

"I gave someone ten catties of meat, ten catties of rice, and ten catties of wine. He couldn't finish it even if he ate for three days and three nights. It was piled in front of him, but the man stared straight at the wine flask in the passerby's hand. Like a hungry wolf, he rushes to grab it. The most ridiculous thing is that the same wine bottle and the same wine are lying at his feet, and he doesn't even bother to look at it!

“We have repaired the houses and let people live in them, but there are always people who are thinking about other people’s houses. Those who live in small houses want to live in big houses, those who live in big houses want to live in my Duzhai, and those who live in Duzhai want to drive me out. ..”

"..."

"To put it bluntly, people are like possessed. No matter how many good things you do or what you do, they can't help but do evil..."

Du Ping'an had also experienced similar helplessness and depression. At this time, Mr. Du mentioned it again, which brought back his memories of that year.

Du Ping'an couldn't help but become more curious, what did Jiang Bai and others do to completely turn the situation around?

"We did nothing."

Mr. Du announced the answer, an unexpected answer.

"It's probably sixty years since you were thinking about the problem. Everyone else has left, leaving me here to accompany Mr. Jiang Bai and the evil people and ghosts all over the city."

Mr. Du recalled,

"That night, the aroma of wine suddenly wafted from the alley. Everyone would get drunk when they smelled the aroma, with happy smiles on their faces. When they woke up the next day, everyone changed their minds and changed their ways!

The evil men of the past actually changed their ways. I am not talking about the kind of verbal confession. These guys first scattered all their wealth, and then went to the homes of their respective victims to be punished, draining all their energy and blood. If they had not been punished, If you die of exhaustion or starvation, you will turn yourself in..."

The story told by Mr. Du is very simple and strange.

Every sixty years, a scent of wine wafts out of the city, and people's mental health changes accordingly.

Either all members will be blackened, or all members will be deified.

From one extreme to another.

Du Ping'an, who knew the truth, fell into a daze, unable to describe his mood at the moment in words.

"When I ask you to be kind, even an evil Shura ghost can achieve positive results and be ranked among the immortals. When I ask you to be evil, even a Bodhisattva's heart will be rotten and bad, and pus will flow out. People are like swordsmen, and I am fish and meat. Turning your hands becomes clouds, turning your hands becomes rain.”

Jiang Bai patted Du Pingan on the shoulder and smiled,

"Look, if you give your life to the gods, this is what will happen."