Zhang Zhifeng's weak complaint echoed in the Taoist temple.

Zhang Zhifeng was not interested in the quietness and tranquility in the Taoist temple. He picked up his mobile phone and teased the online cloud playlist. He started to listen. After listening for a while, he looked at the sad articles in QQ space, and wanted to commit suicide even more...

Originally, he saw the beautiful mountains and rivers of Zhoushan, and wanted to end his life here, but he didn't expect to be attracted by the beautiful scenery and finally found this sight.

I thought about committing suicide in the Taoist temple and burying it in this land was not bad, and it was even good for him. However, after coming in, I found that the Taoist temple was quite clean and pure, not like no one was there.

This made Zhang Zhifeng, who originally wanted to commit suicide, feel a little disappointed.

He doesn't want to cause trouble for others, so he lacks some interest.

Li Yun naturally saw the visitor, and was surprised to see the black air emitted from his body.

This black aura is neither resentful nor ghost aura. It is somewhat like the aura emitted by the fox monster before, but it is not the same.

"Sorry, I'm disturbed, goodbye."

The man with his head down muttered, then turned around and wanted to leave.

Taoist voices arrive.

"I've come here, why not leave after raising an incense stick?"

"Ah... forget it, I have no money." Zhang Zhifeng subconsciously refused, but suddenly realized that the Taoist was already in front of him at some point, and the voice was clearly coming from behind just now.

However, Zhang Zhifeng didn't feel anything. He subconsciously lowered his head and walked, and maybe he might have come to the front.

Soon, Zhang Zhifeng thought about it again, so what if he bowed.

Anyway, I have to commit suicide. I can worship this Taoist temple and let the Taoist remember that he has been here.

At least there are still people in this world who remember themselves, so it’s not a loss.

Zhang Zhifeng scratched his head and said.

"Then... OK, where can I go to worship?"

"In front of the Three Qingshu portrait of the main hall, you can do it yourself."

"become."

Zhang Zhifeng took out all his money.

There were three yuan and three cents in total, and there was a very broken one that turned into a mobile phone. The screens that turned into mobile phones were broken into pieces and he was still using them.

Zhang Zhifeng hesitated for a while, but finally did not lose it. After all, there was still a long way to live at the suicide site. Since he was alive, he couldn't live without his cell phone. He thought about it and put it away.

After throwing all the property except the mobile phone in, Zhang Zhifeng began to pray, clasping his hands awkwardly.

"What do you want to pray? I don't seem to have any wishes. Well, a stinky salted fish like me doesn't even have a wish."

Zhang Zhifeng laughed at himself, saying that he had no wishes, no goals, and no money.

A single person without family, friends, and nothing.

When things come, there is not even a thing like praying.

"Sorry, sir, I don't seem to have any wishes, just say goodbye..."

Zhang Zhifeng bowed perfunctorily, but his voice reached Li Yun's ears.

Listening to Zhang Zhifeng's prayer wish, Li Yun had already thought about it and said, "The world is so beautiful, why should you look for a shortcoming?"

"Well, is that obvious?"

Zhang Zhifeng thought that the Taoist in front of him saw his mental problems, but shook his head and said.

"How to say it, it's meaningless to be alive."

Seeing that the Taoist pointed out his own thoughts, Zhang Zhifeng didn't want to hide it anymore. He looked a little sad and said, "I have nothing but depression. What's the point of living? It's like a piece of rootless duckweed, no one cares about or loves it. No one should be worse than me."

Li Yun looked at the Internet Cloud App that was playing on Zhang Zhifeng's mobile phone, and with the sad and sad expression on his face, he didn't know what to say for a moment.

At this moment, Li Yun touched his chin and said.

"Since the gentleman decides to commit suicide, can he do me a favor?"

Zhang Zhifeng was a little surprised. He originally thought that as usual, after hearing that he was about to commit suicide, others used all kinds of words to persuade him not to commit suicide. All kinds of boiled rotten soul chicken soup emerged one after another, and none of them would like the Taoist in front of him to do a favor.

Zhang Zhifeng said in confusion.

"What's this...why?"

"You can go with me to the place." Li Yun paused and said, "It's not strange. Don't think too much. You just want to ask you to go there to do me a favor. As for what you are, you will know when you arrive."

Zhang Zhifeng was choked before he could speak.

How can I do this as a poor and poor person who is not very ordinary?

Of course, the most important thing is that the Taoist in front of him has a clean temperament, so it is difficult for people to feel disgusted and rejected.

It's not bad to be able to do someone a favor before leaving.

At least the Taoist man on the other side should remember himself and the help he has helped.

"So, where to go?"

"Yes." Li Yun looked at the distance where the line of demonic energy maintained on Zhang Zhifeng's body.

This look made Zhang Zhifeng feel like he was seen through from top to bottom.

"Yuebusan."

“Yue Busan??”

....

Yuebusan is not far from Wenzhou Mountain, but it is widely circulated in some small circles.

This is a ‘sacred place for suicide’.

Social development and the times change rapidly, this is the dividend of the times. People in this era are lucky, but everything has two sides. Nowadays, people who are a little unable to keep up with the times will be abandoned. No matter what profession, position, or gender, they are very powerful inclined.

A roll is a roll that is hard, and people are under great pressure.

Just as the Internet suppresses the clouds and becomes a gathering place for those who are sad about spring and autumn, the same is true for Busan this month, and people who are sad about spring and autumn gather here.

"Brother Taoist priest, why do you want to come to this place..."

After arriving in Busan this month, Zhang Zhifeng obviously showed some discomfort.

"How, can't you come here?"

"No... the memories this place gives me are not very good." Zhang Zhifeng looked at the gray sky and the mountain filled with gray mist and said: "This is my hometown. I haven't come back for many years."

Zhang Zhifeng does not like his hometown, and the expression on his face when talking about his hometown is not nostalgia or joy, but rather...a little disgusted.

If you like it, your hometown is so close, you won’t describe your situation as “rootless duckweed”.

Li Yun looked at Zhang Zhifeng's faint resentment aura and said calmly.
Chapter completed!