I, a hundred-year-old ascetic, shocked the world by walking

After hearing the child's words, the villagers were a little unbelieving at first, how could they be so godly, how could the white crane come to such a place?

But when they raised their heads and looked up at the sky, a snow-white white crane with a black body was flapping its wings and flying above the blue sky.

The call of the white crane is very loud and crisp, and the call resounds between the clouds, as if it has the meaning of tearing through the clouds.

The long roar in the sky sounded like a mournful cry to the villagers present.

Raising their heads and looking at the white cranes hovering and mournful in the sky, many villagers were shocked.

The audience in the live broadcast room also felt a strong deterrent after discovering the white crane hovering in the sky.

"Hakutsuru? Where did the white crane come from!!

"I have heard a saying that the deceased drove away on a white crane, this is a good luck, can it be said that this white crane sensed the death of the old man and came here to see him off?"

"I think these white cranes should be passing by here, could it be a coincidence?"

The audience's shock receded, suppressed by the remaining sanity in the sea of brains.

Think about it, how could the white crane be psychic to this extent, and how could the rumors come true?

"Since it is said that it is a rumor, how can it be true, maybe it is all a coincidence."

"Calm down and think about it carefully, how can the white crane be psychic to such an extent!"

"If this white crane really heard the sound of wooden fish, sensed the death of the old man, and came specially here, this is a little too outrageous, I can't believe it."

Just as the audience in the live broadcast room and the villagers present gathered together to discuss, the long-singing white crane slowly landed on the open space in front of the old tile house with its wings waving.

After landing, the white crane walked forward with its wings behind its back.

The willow knife holding the photo in his arms widened his eyes in shock when he saw this scene, and he did not expect that this white crane stopped at his door.

The white crane looked ahead, step by step, it seemed to have a purpose, raised its footsteps, and walked towards the old tile house.

Liu Xiaodao held his father's photo, followed behind Hakutsuru, and slowly walked towards the house.

The yard of the house is small, the family is surrounded by four walls, except for a simple wooden bed and a square table, but nothing else.

In the center of the room is a large square table about one meter and two meters high.

On the square table was an incense burner, and in the center of the incense burner was placed a kind-looking white-haired old man.

At the back of the photo is a gray urn, which contains Liu Baimei.

After the white crane entered the house, he immediately raised his hair and made an extremely sad sound, as if he was feeding the old man.

The lancet standing on the side was also shocked by this sight.

The crane seemed to be familiar with everything in the house, and as soon as he entered the door, he knew that his father's body was placed here.

After a mournful cry, the white crane lowered his head slightly and kowtowed one after another in the direction of the urn.

Seeing this scene with their own eyes, the villagers felt an unprecedented shock at this moment!

They didn't expect that this white crane would be so spiritual!

When he came to the spirit tablet of Liu Baimei, he would even kowtow to show his condolences.

Lin Chuan's live broadcast room was extremely lively, especially the audience was shocked when they saw the white crane entering the door and kowtowing, and the number of online people was also rising wildly.

The number of people online was originally only one or two hundred, because the white crane heard the sound of wooden fish, in this short period of two or three minutes, it actually rose all the way, rising to seven or eight hundred, the momentum has not stopped, it is still rising wildly!

In these short minutes, the number of online people suddenly broke a thousand!

The audience in the live broadcast room couldn't help but marvel in their hearts when they saw with their own eyes the psychic white crane who understood human nature so well and kowtowed to the deceased's spirit card.

The sun in the sky gradually became hot, and the cold hairs on the onlookers stood upright, standing under the sun but not feeling the heat in the air.

It was already eight or nine o'clock, and it was time for the deceased to be buried.

Lin Chuan, who was sitting cross-knee on the ground, also slowly opened his eyes, supporting himself with a crutch in one hand and standing up.

His movements were slow, he hadn't eaten a bite of bread or drunk a sip of water all morning, and now his physical strength had gradually reached its limit.

The action of standing up was very difficult, and the old man Liu was recalled in his mind, although he had only had a relationship with him once, but this old man was a good person worthy of respect.

Lin Chuan stood outside the door with his crutches, his face looking a little haggard.

The villagers watching outside only saw that an old monk who was over 100 years old walked towards Old Master Liu's spirit card step by step, with a charitable face.

"There is a chance to meet, but there is no chance to get together."

"The ends of the earth, I hope to remember each other."

Lin Chuan said word by word, the words fell, he put away the crutches, made a salute to the position of the spirit card, and then, holding Old Master Liu's urn with both hands, intending to send his old friend on the last ride.

Seeing this, the willow knife on the side opened his mouth and wanted to say something more, his upper lip touched his lower lip, and he thought for a while.

"Then I will thank the master for my dead father!"

Liu Xiaodao bent down slightly and bowed to Lin Chuan with gratitude.

Lin Chuan bent his waist, holding his old friend's urn in both hands, and this time he sent it for ten miles, just from the reluctance in his heart.

People live most of their lives, like a journey, how many confidants can they meet on the road?

Lin Chuan held Old Master Liu's urn in both hands and walked outside the house.

The white crane in the house did not want to leave, and followed Lin Chuan with his wings waving.

Lin Chuan leaned over, and after leaving the crutches, every step was a little difficult.

The white crane followed reluctantly, raised the sky and screamed sadly, flapped its wings and hovered its body, and seemed to be a little reluctant.

The burial procession followed behind Lin Chuan, and two lines of tears fell on Liu Xiaodao's face.

Old man Liu's burial place is located in the field ten miles away, the road in the field is a dirt road, rough, and it is very difficult to walk, but Lin Chuan's steps have not stopped since the beginning.

The audience in the live broadcast room looked at Lin Chuan's insistent appearance, and they couldn't help but worry about his body.

Lin Chuan continued to walk forward, step by step, each step was very solemn.

Ten miles away, that's half an hour away.

When Lin Chuan walked to the cemetery, his physical strength was almost exhausted, and after coming to the dug grave, he squatted down and put Old Master Liu's urn in.

Suddenly, the white crane in the sky emitted a clear mournful sound.

The white crane followed reluctantly all the way to the cemetery, but did not leave, but raised the sky with a mournful cry, hovered in the air for a long time, and refused to leave.

After the burial, the white crane hovered in the air for a long time before finally choosing to leave.

The remaining sanity of the audience in Lin Chuan's live broadcast room was also washed away by the facts in front of them, at first they thought that this white crane was just a coincidence, but they didn't think that the white crane had spirituality, and Old Master Liu was buried, and it was sent ten miles away.

Their previous speculations were all overturned, and now the live broadcast room is suddenly lively.

"White cranes sent ten miles apart? This... The white crane really has spirituality!

"Just now someone said that the white crane appeared in this live broadcast room to kowtow to the deceased, I still don't believe it, but as soon as I entered the live broadcast room, I found that what the brother said was low-key!"

"Oh my God, how did this work? Has anyone trained a white crane?

"The white crane is a first-class protected animal, who dares to train it, want to eat prison?"

"The old man didn't even eat in order to give his old friend a ride, he must be a person with heavy feelings!"

"It's good to be a serious person, but the old man himself has participated in the global walking competition, and after such a long delay here, I'm afraid... It's going to be eliminated. "