"Old man, do you know what's going on at the top of the mountain now?"

Wang Hai asked expectantly.

The old man frowned and shook his head and said, "I don't know."

The old man's voice is vicissitudes but it is supported by force, making the voice appear louder.

"Uh, that old man, have you seen the strange scene from last night?"

Wang Hai asked unwillingly.

"No." The old man continued to shake his head.

I know, I don’t know at one question or another.

Wang Hai sighed and rubbed his eyebrows.

Seeing that Wang Hai stopped asking, the old man turned around and prepared to leave.

He didn't plan to go up to the top of the mountain, but he still had to deal with netizens watching the live broadcast. Wang Hai naturally didn't want to let the old man leave like that, thinking about finding some more topics.

So Wang Hai continued to ask, "Old man, how long have you been working on the mountain?"

The old man stopped, and a smile finally appeared on his face without expression, a little proud smile.

The old man said, "I've worked forever."

After saying that, he grinned and showed his rotten teeth.

Wow.

Wang Hai's eyes lit up, he found the topic and asked quickly:

"Then you should know a lot about Zhongnan Mountain, right?"

"As a Taoist holy land, I heard that many people come to pilgrimage every year, and many hermits come to the mountains to live in seclusion every year, right?"

Wang Hai spoke quickly, for fear that the old man would be annoyed and turned around and left.

The old man glanced at Wang Hai and nodded:

“Yes, a lot of people come every year.”

Wang Hai felt relieved and finally answered the words, so that's easy to say.

And when it comes to the hermits in the mountains, netizens in the live broadcast room also became lively and were very interested.

After all, in modern society, most people are still very curious about the legendary hermits.

So Wang Hai hurriedly said, "Old man, have you ever seen hermits in the mountains?"

“See.”

The old man nodded, pursed his lips and continued:

"Are you looking for Buddhists or those who practice Taoism?"

"Uh, I don't look for it. I just want to know about these hermits."

Wang Hai waved his hand quickly.

"Old man, you have been on this mountain for so long. You should know more about these hermits. Can you tell me?"

Wang Hai asked humbly.

"These hermits..."

The old man thought for a moment and spoke:

"Half of these hermits escaped from life..."

The old man's first words made Wang Hai raise his eyebrows, and the netizens in the live broadcast room became lively and they all started to comment.

The old man ignored Wang Hai's reaction and continued slowly:

"Half is here to cheat money."

These two sentences really shocked Wang Hai and the netizens in the live broadcast room.

In the impressions of the hermits, or in the fantasy, are all gods who are masters who are in seclusion in the mountains, understand the heaven and earth, and are free and free.

Unexpectedly, he said this from the old man that this hermit became, one was to escape from life and the other was to cheat money.

The old man continued to say slowly:

"There are mostly fake hermits on this mountain. Really, not many."

The old man shook his head.

Wang Hai frowned and asked:

"Well, I understand this cheating, but why do you say that half of the people are here to escape from life?"

"Most of the people who went up the mountain were in their thirties, and even young people in their early twenties."

As he said that, the old man glanced at Wang Hai.

Then he continued, "All are all grades that can do things. If you don't do things, you come here."

"Ask him why he came to practice, just one sentence, it's very stressful."

"Your parents gave birth to you so old and went to school. If you don't give back to society, at least you can earn some money to be filial to your parents. As a result, you say you have a lot of pressure and come to practice."

"It's not about escaping life."

The old man said, his voice slightly higher.

"What is suffering in this life is the next life."

"He practices Taoism to achieve a state of state with the help of this environment."

"You didn't run here to escape."

Listening to the old man saying this, Wang Hai felt a sudden feeling, and he found that the old man's expression calmed down and his eyes became deeper.

"It's all the things that are hard to think about."

The old man shook his head.

"Young man, go down the mountain early."

The old man patted Wang Hai on the shoulder, picked up the garbage bag and tweezers at his hand, and slowly went down the mountain.

When Wang Hai came to his senses, the old man had only his back.

"666, this old man is so amazing, Sea King has been educated."

"Tsk, I think this old man is a master, and he said this thoroughly."

"Aquaman, you won't meet the floor-sweeping monk, right?"

"This old man reminded me of the woodcutter I met on the road in Journey to the West when Sun Wukong was looking for Bodhi Patriarch!"

"Expert, expert!"

Netizens were talking in the live broadcast room, discussing the old man who had just spoken.

Wang Hai looked at the old man's back and disappeared into the mountains and forests, thinking for a long time.

The old sanitation man with his back and mouth and teeth was full of rotten teeth, did not care about the incident on the road, and walked quickly down the mountain.

I lay on the top of the mountain all night last night, and now I feel uncomfortable all over and hungry, and my old eyes are starting to get blurred.

He actually lied just now, and when the young man asked him if he had seen any strange images on the top of the mountain, he said no.

Actually he saw it, and...

Thinking back to what happened last night, the old man's gray eyebrows frowned tightly.

Last night, he was cleaning near Louguantai. When he was tired, he sat on the stone beside him to rest. Then a series of strange phenomena occurred on the top of the mountain.

Before he could react, he saw a figure riding a bull passing by him, reaching out to touch, and the figure headed west.

He heard someone shouting in the distance, "This is my appearance."

He naturally knew that Lao Tzu was a Taoist saint.

He grew up at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain since he was a child, and learned a lot from the Taoist priests and monks on the mountain.

When I passed by him, I seemed to be singing the Tao Te Ching.

The Tao Te Ching is engraved on the Tower of the Tower. He cleaned the Tower of the Tower of the Tower every day. He has been cleaning it for more than ten years. Although he still can't understand many places, the Tao Te Ching has long been imprinted in his heart.

After Lao Tzu sang the Tao Te Ching, he felt that many of the sounds of the chanting were penetrated into his mind.

Then the vision disappeared, and he saw people surrounding him and left the place.

The top of the mountain was already in chaos. After he left, he went down the mountain directly, but before he walked for a long time, he felt dizzy, his mind buzzing, and then he fainted in the forest.

I got out of the bush somewhere, and I kept lying down and woke up now.

After waking up, he felt that his energy seemed to have improved a lot, his body became stronger, and he felt that his delayed brain seemed to be much more flexible.

When he woke up, he heard that the top of the mountain was blocked and no one was allowed to wait for the mountain, so he didn't dare to check it out, so he found a small path and hurried down.

Then on the way, I met Wang Hai, an anchor who also went up the mountain from a small road, and some small episodes happened.

After the episode, the old man went down the mountain safely and returned home, filling his stomach, and the old man fell asleep again.

The old man in his sleep seemed to have a faint golden light rising and falling.

The wind rises and the clouds fly.
Chapter completed!