That night I slept in the ancestral hall of the village, and then stayed there for three nights in a row.

On the first night, several young people said that they wanted to learn from me as a teacher and learn the way of self-cultivation from me. The little ninety-nine old pig in their belly is clear, it is nothing more than seeing that I have become a Buddha, and they want me to give them a trick so that they can find the magic of immortality.

That's what I thought, and that's what I said. Except for the immortals, if they existed, there was no immortality in the mortal world, and in order to survive forever, one could only find immortality in the true sense of the word unless the finite "self" was integrated into the infinite "great self".

Immortals are no exception. The purpose of their cultivation is also here.

Individuals are small, and if you want to look at the environment around you and find a way to survive forever, it is simply delusional. Just imagine, who can tolerate a guy who has no one in his eyes forever? I believe that there is none.

Life is no exception.

So, I told them, don't think about immortality, and learn to respect everything around you: what you like and what you hate.

Of course, this also includes ugly-looking old pigs.

On the day before leaving, I went to the abandoned foundation of Sister Lan's house again, and went around there again. In a corner that had just been dug out, I saw something shiny.

It's a hosta!

Sister Lan's!

It was a gift from me, brought down from heaven back then, and it has been hidden by her side. I'm not afraid of big guys' jokes when I say it, this hosta belongs to Sister Chang'e, and I took it out secretly. Later, I fell in love with Sister Lan, so I borrowed flowers to offer Buddha to him.

The moment I saw the hosta, my head seemed to suddenly be much bigger, and the past came out one by one, but I couldn't say anything. I sat there and waited for my mind to calm down before I could make a decision. After a long time, my mind gradually became clearer, and I was able to connect the fragments that had just emerged one by one to form vivid scenes.

Thousands of years have passed, and the past is still vivid, how can it be said that it is not a sad thing? The love between humans and ghosts in "A Chinese Ghost Story" is now truly repeated in my old pig.

In fact, what I want to say is that if one party looks forward to eternity and the other party looks at reality, then such a situation is either not loved, or true feelings are not touched.

That's right, although Sister Lan's home has experienced thousands of years of ups and downs, it is still relatively primitive. Because some people think that I used to be a demon, I naturally have a demonic aura; And demonic energy is very taboo in the eyes of ordinary people, so no one dares to move it so far.

What is demonic or not demonic is just the psychological effect of those people; If the psychological quality is good enough, not to mention the house where the monster lived, even the monster himself standing in front of him has nothing to fear.

It's just right, so I can save money to buy land and build a house in the future.

That night, I slept in front of Sister Lan's grave for a night, which can be regarded as a little compensation for her. Although she can't really get it, at least my heart is better.

In this way, the compensation is not for her, but for myself.

My father-in-law liked to drink wine before his death, so I bought two large altars and scattered them around his grave, which was considered to be a filial piety and a little expression.

Before dawn, the local old branch secretary hurriedly found me and said that he wanted to discuss the inheritance with me.

It turns out that the Gao family still has an unresolved inheritance problem.

According to the local law, there are a total of four families whose property needs to be inherited by my old pig, one of which is my father-in-law, because everyone is unwilling to take over the property with demonic spirit, so until now those properties are still written in the name of Master Gao. Originally, I did not appear on their family's family tree, but since there are records in the history books that can prove that I did have a child with Sister Lan at the beginning, then legally I have the right to inherit. The other three are all distant relatives, some of them are relatively old, and some are more modern.

Relatives who are so far away can still inherit it, and it is conceivable that the incense of the Gao family has never been very prosperous.

In fact, this is exactly the case, back then, Master Gao and his mother-in-law had three in a row, but they didn't expect a son. They are still good, some families don't even have a daughter, and they don't know if there is a problem with the local water and soil.

Suddenly getting so much inheritance really feels like pie falling from the sky.

They say that miracles happen every day, but I didn't expect to be hit by my old pig one day.

So, don't despair, because no one can say if you'll be the next lucky one.

Of course, don't forget to work hard before waiting for luck to strike, because the chances of a miracle happening are quite slim.

It's not the money that I'm happy about, it's nothing compared to the bank card I have in my hand. I am in the middle of the land in the inheritance, and the total number of zeros adds up to dozens of acres. Land is more useful than cash. It takes a long time for a dollar to be stored in a bank to become two or three dollars; Land is different, as long as it is well planned, a piece of land can generate hundreds or even tens of thousands of times the wealth of the original land. It's like magic, you can turn one thing into several things in an instant.

Magic is more fun, so I think investing in land is also a very fun thing.