On a plane bound for Nam Son Province, the sound of prompts surrounds.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Nan Son International Airport, the plane is landing, please pay attention to safety and do not move around at will."

Listening to the bilingual retelling in Chinese and English, a young man dressed in an alternative way, playing with the small snake in his hand, looked at the middle-aged man beside him who closed his eyes and recuperated.

"Teacher, it's here."

The two of them were dark-skinned and strangely dressed, and in winter, they wore religious clothes, like lamas, and looked a little evil.

The middle-aged man opened his eyes and waited until the plane landed, and then he said with regret: "Go." ”

The two got off the plane and took their checked luggage, which was a backpack.

Walking out of the airport, the unfamiliar environment made the middle-aged man a little unaccustomed, and the young man stopped a taxi and jerkily reported his destination.

"Linjiang City? No, no, no, it's too far. How about I take you to the West Railway Station? ”

The young man was a little displeased when he saw that the taxi driver was about to drive him down, and in his hand was a copper bowl the size of a palm, and the powder in it was splashed on the driver's face.

"Now, let's go to Linjiang City."

The driver sneezed a few times and wanted to scold, but suddenly, his eyes straightened, and he nodded stiffly: "Understood." ”

"You Pang, Huaxia is a special place, don't use Gu casually, especially Yin Gu."

The middle-aged man was educating with a glance, obviously leaving him with bad memories here, the young man smiled, his skin was dark, and his teeth were snow-white: "Teacher, I know." During this time, I will use it sparingly until I see him. ”

Seeing that the disciple accepted the persuasion, the middle-aged man's stiff face relaxed: "Are you sure that fat man has come to this place for refuge?" ”

The young man said confidently: "Of course, I used Gu on his teacher, and his teacher has already obediently explained everything. ”

The middle-aged man was stunned: "He still has a teacher?" ”

"Of course, a third-rate god stick uses fortune telling to deceive those rich people to make ends meet."

The taxi was speeding down the national highway, and the two were chatting as if no one was around.

"My junior brother, Hassanda, also came here last year. But I didn't come back...... "The middle-aged man sighed a little.

"The waste uncle who dedicated his life to Kuman Thong is dead...... It's dead. The young man pouted.

"His witchcraft is extreme, but he's not useless. You Pang, as a head-lowering master, must be careful and low-key. The middle-aged man was obviously dissatisfied with the student's tone, no matter how he said that he still had a friendship with Hassanto, this student was a little unsightly.

"Good teacher. This time, you really don't stay to see how I clean up that fat man? ”

Thinking of that hateful fat face, the young man's expression is not very good-looking, damn fat man, the former account, this time I have to settle it out!

The middle-aged man shook his head: "This time I am on the orders of my teacher to find out how Hassanta died, and the rest has nothing to do with me." ”

The young man was a little disappointed on his face, but it didn't matter, personal grievances, he had been waiting for this day for a long time.

From the capital of Nanshan Province to Linjiang, it takes about 3 hours, and when they get off the bus, the two of them feel that this city is colder than the place where they get off the plane.

A river flowed through, the humidity was heavy, mixed with the biting cold wind of winter, the young man hurriedly took out a packet of medicinal powder and took it. After a while, the skin began to redden, and some passers-by stared at the two strange people.

Qin Kun rode his bicycle on the way to the old house in Kuishan.

It's okay today, there are too many trivial things during this time, Qin Kun wants to find someone to try his hand and sharpen it, it just so happens that Douzong is a good choice.

Coming to the old city, Qin Kun found two strange people on the side of the road.

A thin, middle-aged man, with gray hair, dressed like a lama, with one arm exposed, and strange tattoos on the arm arranged in an orderly manner.

A young man walked beside him, his hair parted in the middle, very greasy, with a circled beard, also very greasy, the difference was that the young man's skin was red, as if it was very hot.

Riding past the two of them, Qin Kun was stopped.

"Hello, how do you get to the XX community?"

What the hell?

Isn't this where I used to live?

Qin Kun blinked and pointed in a direction.

The young man said jerkyly, "Thank you." Please ask again, how to get to the funeral home in this city? ”

Qin Kun frowned, giving birth to a hint of suspicion.

"May I ask who you are......"

"My name is Yu Pang, an assistant of the Southeast Asian Religious Council, and I have traveled to various parts of the Asia-Pacific region to visit the local funeral culture. ”

The young man still has a business card, Qin Kun said in his heart: Disciple......

Thinking about it carefully, the disciples of the past generations seem to be related to life and death, and he is not wrong to say this, but it is too coincidental, both places are related to himself, Qin Kun has some suspicions that these two guys are here to trouble him.

"The funeral home is in the western suburbs, and it takes more than 30 minutes to take a taxi."

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like the two people of the sect, but Qin Kun can't feel any uncomfortable aura on the two of them, as if they are really ordinary disciples.

"Okay, thanks."

The two left, Qin Kun took the business card, remembered the young man's broken Chinese language, put the business card away, and rode away.

The old house in Kuishan is not as lively as before, in peacetime, flowers are blooming, fire cooking oil, welfare institutions, charity associations are all over the place, the poor in the past days, children can't afford to raise and throw away abound, Douzong has received a lot of orphans. Most of the children now are in orphanages, and those who can be picked up by Douzong are either congenitally sick or abandoned disabled children.

Qin Kun bought a lot of food, drink and winter clothes, and hired a car to come to the old mansion in Kuishan.

Today, Li Chong is also here, next to Chai Ziyue.

Li Chong was wearing a flower shirt and a mustache, and when he saw what Qin Kun brought, he pouted and said, "Qin Heigou, what about poverty alleviation?" My Dou Zong needs your relief? ”

"Humph!" A cold snort came from behind Li Chong, and Jing Laohu came.

Qin Kun was moving things, Jing Laohu was helping, Qin Kun patted the dust on his hands and said with a smile: "Li Chong, come over to help if you have nothing to do, when you Brother Kun was helping the poor, you weren't born yet!" ”

Li Chong frowned and found that Ge Zhan was also here.

Ge Zhan turned his wheelchair and said with a smile: "Kun...... It's good to come...... I'll have a meal in a minute......"

Li Chong never knew why the relationship between Qin Kun and Jing Sansheng was so good, one was a few years younger than him, and the other was his unconscionable father, as if he had always been friends with each other.

Li Chong pushed Ge Zhan's wheelchair: "Master, I took so many things for our old house, Jing Sansheng didn't look at me once, and Qin Heigou gave it away once when he was full, are you too partial?" ”

Ge Zhan smiled, a little embarrassed.

"Bugs...... You don't understand...... When we were the poorest...... It's the ...... who came to help Kunlai."

Decades ago, Ge Zhan's salary was simply not enough to feed so many children, and if it weren't for Qin Kun, Kuishan really didn't know what life would have become.

Not only do the younger generation get along well with Qin Kun, but half of the older generation's good impression of Qin Kun is based on gratitude.