[Yang Chan] Fei Tian

Huashan was already ahead, she descended from the clouds, walked through the forest, and walked back slowly.

Huashan has been rewarded by the heaven as her boundary.Nezha still went to ask his father, and changed Yang Chan to a job that was at least stable.

The Notre Dame Temple is merged into the Xiyue Temple on the mountain, and there are practitioners in it who will take care of her.The believers changed places to get what they needed, and they would never know that what they worshiped was a fox demon.

Now that Yang Chan has her own home, she no longer has to live in no fixed place and wander around.She used everything that Ye Linlang had used, and continued to use her name as the Holy Mother of Huashan—Ye Linlang's cave house belonged to Yang Chan; her temple also belonged to Yang Chan.In the end, the woman left so much, and it all belonged to an irrelevant person.

Along the stream, going upstream, she walked through the courtyard, pushed open the gate of the palace, exchanged the red silk that was once full for white silk, and stripped away the joy that had been condensed for 50 years, leaving behind it was full of death.

Here, every plant, every tree, every inch belongs to her.

Yang Chan dragged her plain white robe, sat on the high seat of the palace, overlooking what she owned, what she took away from others...

——But she was not happy.

She doesn't know what joy is.

She, Yang Chan, is a heartbroken person.Apart from quietly guarding the useless leylines below, she stayed in Huashan from then on, only to be monotonous and boring.

"Boring!" she said.

No one responded, the cave was deserted and deserted, and there was no one there.

"Boring!" She said again, got up and sat down, and went out of the cave again.

She suddenly wanted to go to the Notre Dame Hall and see who would welcome them today.

On this day, she ran into two people.

One is a wealthy profiteer who is in cahoots with the local county lord and sells fake medicines to the common people, which is not a good thing;

Yang Chan entered the door and saw the dutiful son kowtow nine times, still muttering something.

This is what mortals call a good person, but he is also a mediocre person who does nothing.The life of a mediocre person is full of trivial matters, but this day, when Yang Chan saw that mediocre filial son, he thought of Liu Yan.

Liu Yan is also a mediocre person. However, mediocre people also have valuable things.

When she left Huaguo Mountain, she was still immersed in her own memories. When she mentioned the old man, it was inevitable that she would feel nostalgic.This person's request is simple, but difficult.At least, it is harder than that profiteer asking for money.

Those who seek wealth want dead things, so it is easier; those who seek life seek to resist the destiny, but this is not allowed.

With Tianwei like this, no one can resist it.Not all wishes can be granted.

Just at this time, the filial son got up, as if he had finished worshiping.Yang Chan followed behind him.

The man lived in another village at the foot of the mountain with an old father, his wife and four children.His house was dilapidated, and the four walls were leaking. His father was lying on the couch, and it seemed that he hadn't walked around for a long time.

The man's wife is a virtuous woman. When she sees her husband coming back from a distance, she immediately goes to meet her...

"Father..." A girl with a baby on her back came out of the house, and when she saw her father, she hurriedly asked, "Did you buy the medicine?"

So the man sighed, and the family knew that he didn't sell much when he went to the town, so he didn't have time to buy any medicine.

The girl wiped her tears and said, "But... but Grandpa... what about his illness?"

Yang Chan hid by the window, listening to the family.

"Hua'er," the man sat silent for a while and finally said, "It's time to tell you a marriage."

"What?" The girl was startled, "Father, why are you telling me this all of a sudden?"

"Hua'er, you've grown up, it's time to get married," the man said, "I went to town today, and I met Aunt Lin from the next village. She said that there was a widower in their village, surnamed Li. Passed away, and now I am looking for a house to fill in..."

"I'm not going!" Hua'er took a step back, "I know that widower, he's about the same age as you, if I find him, should I call him my husband or my father?!"

"Father knows!" the man said angrily, "But this year's harvest is not good, your grandfather has been ill all these years, and you have so many younger brothers and sisters, the family really has no money. You are the eldest daughter, and you are so old. It's time to take responsibility for the family! Although the widower is old, his family is well-off and he won't treat you badly, that would be great..."

"Then I won't go either!" Hua'er said loudly, "Father, I can work to subsidize the family, I can work in the fields and be a female celebrity, but I don't want to be the old man's wife! And father... I... I already have The person I like!"

"Who?" The man suddenly raised his head and glared, "Could it be that boy from the Wang family who follows your ass all day?!"

Hua'er bowed her head as a tacit consent.

"I don't agree!" The man stood up abruptly, "That kid's family is as poor as ours, and he doesn't have anything he wants. You found him, didn't you just go to suffer?! Father will never allow you to spend time with him!"

"Then you can agree to me dating an old man?! This way you will be gossiped by the village!"

"Gossip is gossip! He has money, and if he has money, he can save your grandfather!"

"Silver, silver, your mouth is full of silver!"

"How can you live so long without money?! You need money to do everything in this world! When you have money, your father doesn't have to go to that ruined temple to ask for the Holy Mother, as long as he invites a doctor from the town, he will definitely look good. father!"

The man's wife couldn't talk about it, so she had to persuade her husband: "Okay, don't quarrel, drink some water to calm down the anger..."

But the daughter is still stubborn: "For money, you are going to sell me! Compared with grandpa, am I so worthless and so cheap?! Then why did you give birth to me in the first place!"

The master didn't take a sip of water, so he slammed his glass on the table: "What are you talking about! You damn girl!"

"Yes, just pretend I'm dead," the girl nodded, "I'll have sex with Brother Wang. If you don't beat me to death, don't let me marry a widower!"

As she spoke, she put the basket on the ground and ran out angrily.

"Come back, come back! Sigh..." The man's wife took two steps after him, and had no choice but to turn back and pick up the youngest son in the basket, and said to her man, "Master, why are you so angry?"

But the man turned his anger on her: "You too, she is your daughter, how did you discipline her!"

The woman stopped talking and just coaxed her son.

Not long after, the other two sons of their family ran back and shouted loudly before entering the door: "Father, are you going to sell your sister to a widower?"

The man patted the table: "What's for sale! That's marriage!"

"But my sister said you were selling!"

"That stinky girl, where did she go!"

"I left with Brother Wang and said she would not come back."

"That bastard!" The man spread out on the chair, "I'm so mad! Why did you give birth to such an unfilial daughter!" Then he cursed: "Everything is really not going well today, and I still go to that temple to pray for blessings. Donated ten coins, but my daughter ran away! What kind of bullshit temple, never go again!"

As soon as the words were finished, one of his sons asked with a snot in his nose, "Father, our family is so poor, why do you still have ten Wen to worship the temple?"

So the man yelled at his son again at the top of his voice.

At this moment, a pair of black and white impermanence came.They stood far away, a little apprehensive: "Yang Chan, you...why are you here?"

"Why can't I be here?" She asked back, "What are you here for?"

"Someone in this room is dying, we are here to collect souls!"

"Who is going to die?"

"The old man of that family..." Hei Wuchang pointed.

Yang Chan saw the dead air in the room, that grandpa's life span was indeed coming to an end.

Yang Chan moved a step and let them in, and after a while, he heard a wail from inside the room: "Father—"

She waited quietly outside the house, waiting for the ghost official to come out.On this sunny day, a dark cloud floated from nowhere, and it began to rain mistyly.

Is this unfortunate?However, when the old man died, there was no longer any burden for this family.The girl doesn't need to marry the widower, and the father doesn't need to throw money at the medicine jar.

However, he was a filial son, and such a result violated the wishes of the filial son.

"What Notre Dame Temple! It's all a lie, it's all a lie!" The dutiful son shouted in the room.

However, she didn't need to beg for a mortal's life against the destiny.It's just that she didn't grant his wish. Is this a lie?The scenes in the world are just one story after another, but in this story, she was scolded.

Someone passed her by.

A man, dressed in coarse cloth, carrying a medicine basket, this is a doctor from the countryside.The doctor came uninvited, pushed the door open and entered.After a while, the underworld official rushed out, whispering: "...the old man in this house will live for ten years!"

"kindness?"

Yang Chan was a little puzzled, a mortal did what she hadn't done.Then this mortal, she must take a good look!

As soon as he walked out, the shower had already stopped, she was stunned under the sun, and immediately recognized him.

"It's you..." she murmured.

The man she had met in several lifetimes actually stood in front of her again.

Life was full of ups and downs, and the patient who should have died suddenly got a new life, and the wailing and cursing in that room immediately turned into weeping with joy.The host chased him out of the house, wiping away his tears and giving the doctor his own few taels of silver.

"Doctor, the consultation fee!" He said, "I can't thank you enough for saving my father! Please accept this money..."

"I didn't come here for the rush fee," the doctor flatly declined, "You take it back, as long as there is nothing wrong with you."

"But...this..."

"I'm just passing by. It's the job of a doctor to save people. Your family is in a difficult situation. You should keep the money yourself."

Seeing that the doctor was really unwilling to accept it, the host had no choice but to take back the money: "That's fine! But please tell me your name, sir!"

The doctor could no longer evade, so he had to say: "My surname is Long, and my single name is Yan."

Yang Chan stared fixedly at him.

……

"...He promised me that before he left, he would marry me and give me a title to their Long family..." Ye Linlang said, "The Long family is cursed, and none of them can live past thirty..."

……

--Why is that you!

I only heard the host dragging Long Yan to prevent him from leaving, while saying: "Then Mr. must stay for a meal anyway, this, it's hard to refuse..."

"I also have patients at home," Yang Chan stepped forward to interrupt the man's politeness, "Can the doctor come to my place?"

"You are……"

She raised her head and stared at Long Yan: "You are a doctor, can you cure it?"

"What kind of illness?" Long Yan couldn't help asking.

"I don't think about food and tea every day, drowsy, and sometimes have hemoptysis-can it be cured?"

Long Yan frowned, and pondered for a moment: "It's not certain what the disease is just by hearing it like this."

"Then, come with me," Yang Chan stretched out her hand, "Doctor, if you go late, it will be too late."

The girl's face was cold, but her words were very earnest. The doctor could not shirk it, so he nodded.

They walked a long way, and the male owner of that family was still suspicious: "Which family is that child? Why does it seem that I have never seen it..."