In the early morning of the next day, Brother Ji crowed, Li Yun also stretched his waist to get up, and after washing up, he sensed through the Taoist temple that someone came to visit the Taoist temple, but no one came in.

The panda went out long before Brother Ji crowed, and on the way, he also helped Li Yun close the door of the Taoist temple, and this person was also blocked out.

That man was the old fisherman who came yesterday.

Li Yun did not hesitate, after making some preparations, he went to open the door, and saw that the old man, who was not carrying the standard fishing gear today, but was wearing a somewhat shabby coat, which looked a little clumsy, and his eyes were full of decadence, which was more serious than yesterday.

"Fusheng is immeasurably heavenly, and the laymen are unharmed. Li Yun held the dust in one hand and looked at the old man with a light smile.

"Oh... Sorry for disturbing the little Taoist early in the morning, I'm here to take a stick of incense today, so I shouldn't have bothered you. The old man said apologetically.

Li Yun shook his head, joking, it was too late to contribute incense money to make him happy, his heart blossomed, and he still smiled lightly on his face: "It's okay, the layman is please." ”

Li Yun took the old man to the main hall, at this time the incense in the hall was still burning, the incense of the Three Blessings God and Zhong Kui's incense had just been continued, and the incense was ethereal and endless.

The old man took a deep breath, felt his heart calm down, and then exclaimed.

"It's amazing, I'm an old lung-sick man who can smell this kind of incense, and I used to cough when I smelled smoke... It's really as amazing as it was rumored. ”

After the old man finished speaking, he took out his wallet, most of which were one piece, five cents, ten yuan, and the largest denomination was a fifty yuan bill, which showed that the old man's life was not rich.

He pulled out the fifty-dollar bill and put it in the merit box...

Then he walked towards Zhong Kui's portrait.

"Zhong Kui is like... But very few Taoist temples have this portrait of Zhong Kui. The old man lit three incense sticks, and looked at this red robe, with a green face and fangs, and a terrifying face, but it gave people a sense of righteousness.

"At least within a radius of ten miles, there is indeed only a statue of Zhong Kui in the Taoist temple of the poor road. Li Yun smiled slightly, but he didn't lie, most Taoist temples would not worship such an unpopular statue.

First of all, this image is not good, the blue-faced fangs, frankly speaking, if there is no blessing from the true spirit, this Zhong Kui is like a proper frightening child, and the image of the Taoist temple is not good.

Moreover, not many people will worship the statue of Zhong Kui, and people who are similar to the gods will worship Guan Erye, or the Fudo Ming King of Buddhism, which belongs to the righteous gods that will be worshiped in both black and white.

The old man nodded, sighed lightly, and knelt down to offer incense.

Zhong Kui is like the first incense guest.

At this time, the old man closed his eyes, the corners of his mouth touched slightly, and he muttered to himself.

At this moment, the red luck on Zhong Kui's statue floated out and condensed into a red cloud, surging towards the old man's heavenly spirit.

Luck is like a cloud, this old man has been recognized by Zhong Kui, and directly received feedback from luck.

"Awesome... The righteous air path rhymes like a cloud. Li Yun couldn't help but feel a little admired.

At this time, the old man opened his eyes and muttered to himself: "Strange, how do you feel that your body is a little lighter, not so sluggish... Forget it, it should be an illusion, it's all old and bonely, and it's a joke to think about when you're young. ”

After laughing at himself, the old man stood up and turned around and asked Li Yun.

"Little Taoist, do you think it really works to pray to God?"

"There is a god three feet above your head, believe it or not, he is there. Li Yun said lightly.

The old man shook his head, he came here just to find a psychological comfort, and he didn't think about anything else, and he couldn't think of why his brother came.

At this time, the old man had no intention of leaving, but went out of the main hall and sat on the steps, not knowing whether to talk to Li Yun or talk to himself, staring at the sky, not knowing what he was thinking.

"I don't know why, after worshipping Zhong Kui just now, I can't suppress those memories, obviously I still want to desperately forget that past... That nightmarish memory. ”

"It's your knot, your heart knot, your knot that exists in the past, in the future, and even in the present. Li Yun walked outside the door and said lightly: "If you have a heart knot, your heart will not be quiet, what you need is to face and reconcile the heart knot, rather than choose to forget the heart knot." ”

The old man was silent, just silently took out a pack of big front door cigarettes from his arms, and asked Li Yun: "Xiaodao Chief, I don't mind if I smoke a cigarette here..."

"I don't mind. Li Yundao.

"Then let's not smoke it. The old man shook his head and smiled, put the cigarette back in his pocket, and said with emotion: "It turns out that he doesn't like me to smoke either, but once this smoking habit is contaminated, it will be difficult to change, especially when you are in a bad mood, a cigarette may make you forget your troubles." ”

"Even if the troubles can be forgotten, the troubles are still troubles, if they are forgotten, it is just a little more advanced self-deception, isn't it?" Li Yun shook his head.

The old man was stunned, because what Li Yun said was very reasonable, and he was speechless.

What has happened, even if you forget it, it has already happened, but it is better to forget it is just not wanting to face reality, not wanting to face reality, and there is always only one way to escape.

"I just don't want to face reality..."

"I smoked so much and drank so much just to forget that memory that I didn't want to be extreme... But what if you want to forget it? Things have already happened after all, and they can't be undone, and they can't be remembered, because of a wrong choice, so that what follows is wrong, and this is life. The old man put the cigarette to his mouth, but did not light the cigarette butt, just chewed the tobacco mixed with the smell of paper skin, and then he looked at Li Yun and said, "Xiaodao chief, if you have time... Can you listen to my old man's nagging? ”

"I want to hear about it. Li Yundao.

The old man's eyes looked at the sky, and his thoughts seemed to go back to the past.

"Once... I'm a police officer. ”

...

As soon as the old man's voice fell, the system spoke.

"Ding, congratulations to the host, I responded to Liu Qiang's 'fate'. ”

"Mission Trigger: Unsung Hero. ”

"Reward: Longquan Holy Well. ”

"Penalty for failure: turning hair into the Mediterranean (a hundred years). ”

Li Yun, "......"

This punishment is getting more and more excessive!