This crawler wants to pit Wang Fengchun and their family, and it must not be full of food, there is no love for no reason, and there is no hate for no reason, there must be something greasy in it.

As soon as the poor god heard this, he turned his head and was about to speak, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he seemed to remember something, and immediately said: "Don't think about my words, you promised other people's things, and you won't change your money."

Not to mention, the poor god is really righteous.

I have no choice, so I have to continue to talk nonsense with the poor god, where the poor god is, is generally gloomy and miserable, poor couples mourn, where can there be any happy atmosphere, and other colleagues, it is estimated that they are also poor and love rich, not like the God of Wealth is popular, they all respect him, see that I am willing to chat, but also quite interested, I touched the body and there is a little tribute incense, and mortals between cigarettes, so he lit a tribute incense.

It's just the same as the last time I met Qilitai Chenghuang, and when I heard it, I was suddenly relaxed: "Good tribute!" I haven't eaten such good incense for more than a month! ”

"yes, you've had a hard time."

"What is this, it is much better than then."

The poor god ate the incense, and was in a better mood, and put his hands together in the torn sleeves—a very shabby gesture—and told me a story.

said that an old man lost his wife at an early age, and he pulled three children to marry his daughter-in-law, and there was always no food at home, cooking in a big pot, with more soup and less noodles, and the three daughters-in-law rushed to get noodles for their men in order to make their men full.

The old man looked at their respective bowls, and suddenly said, before eating, one person came to a poem to help the fun.

A few sons pondered, poor like this, and not a scholarly family, what is there to say? Anyway, the old father said so, so you should have fun in the bitterness.

So, the eldest son opened his mouth first: "Eating is still home-cooked."

The second son followed: "Dress or coarse cloth."

The third son followed and said: "Knowing cold and knowing hot is a beloved wife."

The old man finally sighed and ended: "If your mother were still alive, my bowl would not be so thin."

"Whew," the story is hilarious, but it's poignant to listen to, so I can't help but ask, "Were you there?"

At the door of such a poor house, you must have lived in it to make trouble.

The poor god seemed to be stunned, and then smiled: "But isn't it!"

There was a little loneliness in his eyes.

I suddenly suspected, that old man, whether he was alive or not, was himself—many immortals, either born or immortals, all of them were changed by living people.

It's not easy to ask how each immortal became an immortal, who doesn't have a secret, so I asked: "So, you haven't enjoyed a day of happiness?"

"If I enjoy it for a day, I can't be this immortal." The loneliness in the eyes of the poor god disappeared, and he squinted his eyes and looked at the sunset that dyed the sky red.

After the beginning of winter, it gets dark very early.

"It's nothing to be poor, eat all the money, and be healthy." The poor god said: "Sometimes, I don't want this family to be unlucky with me, but if they are not unlucky, there must be other people unlucky, for me, it's all the same, when the palms and backs of the hands are full of meat, I just have to see who has more bad luck."

Yes, this is something that no one can change, even if we are immortals, there are things we can't do.

Everyone has a sky outside the sky, and this three worlds of yin and yang, only our own one-third of an acre of land can "enclose the land and sprout", and there is a real master above.

"Well, if you don't eat the fireworks of the world, you won't know," the poor god continued, "However, it seems that we had a similar life before, and we ate and drank the same ......."

Food-style dew?

As he was talking, there was a knock at the door outside, apparently a few of them had returned.

As soon as I turned around, sure enough, Tang Benchu took the lead and shouted: "Master, we have arrested that crawler!"

"What a crawler, it's not a gecko," a strange old man's voice sounded: "You guys are kidnapping, I want to call the police!"

"The things in the line are solved in the line," Wang Deguang said: "The affairs of the outer eight gates, you never have to send people, this is the rule of the outer eight gates, unless, you are not from the outer eight gates, then we will listen to it."

As soon as Wang Deguang said this, the strange old man was silent.

Saying that, Tang Benchu had already pushed an old man in.

This old man is really fairy-like, not to mention, at a cold glance, he is a bit of a big gentleman, and he is also wearing Chinese-style clothes, with buckle loops around his neck, and his clothes are satin material, with dark flowers floating.