I leaned against the wall, stood up, wiped my face vigorously, went to the outhouse, cleared my throat, and pretended to be relaxed, and said, "Buy what you want and take it yourself."

It was a young man who came in, and he looked around and said, "Do you have a needle and thread?"

I walked under the counter and began rummaging through the needlework. As soon as I lowered my head, the sound of grass and trees rubbing against each other sounded again, and I didn't pay much attention to it, and when I handed the needle and thread to the man, I found that the man's hands were surprisingly cold. I casually looked at my watch and it showed that it was night! It is estimated that I fell for the illusion of the Huang family again, I always thought it was noon!

A chill suddenly rose in my heart, and I slowly raised my head and looked at each other, but fortunately, everything was normal. The man sat on the stool, trembling his hands and began to thread the needle, he couldn't string it in, he slowly lost his patience, became more and more irritable, and later, he scolded and scolded while stringing, but suddenly cried.

I thought, what a big deal it is to string a needle and thread, so that I won't cry angrily. I reached out and patted him, and the sound of grass and trees sounded again.

I knew it was strange, but I didn't say it explicitly, but comforted me and said, "That, brother, I'll get it for you."

I don't know that this person is very stubborn, and I have to string it myself, the only thing I can do is to brighten the light. The cry changed from a low sobbing to a howling, and the cry seemed to hide his inexhaustible grievances.

I sat next to him, and I didn't know how to comfort him, so I could only whisper, "Don't cry, they're all men, just say anything."

He sobbed and said, "I miss my mother."

I was puzzled and asked, "What does your mother have to do with threading needles?"

At this time, I saw that his hands were full of cracks, the largest of which was the size of a child's mouth, and these rough hands were clumsy with needles, but they could not achieve the results he wanted. Over and over again, the man pursed his mouth vigorously, using all his strength, as if this thread had a huge weight.

I don't know how long I waited, and I couldn't get the other party to leave, so I was stunned for a moment, but suddenly there was a man's laughter.

The man proudly held the needle and thread and said, "Look, I put it on, and I can see my mother."

I didn't understand why he was crying, let alone why he was laughing, but he smiled and laughed, so he took off his clothes, and every time he took off a piece, there was the sound of grass and trees rubbing.

Finally, the last piece of clothing was taken off, and I almost threw up as I looked at his naked body.

The man's body was full of scars as hideous as centipedes, and there was a huge hole in the middle of his stomach, and the internal organs inside were clearly visible!

I know what he is, and I know my mission, but if I vomit today, I'm sorry for me doing this.

I walked over, patted him and said, "Where did my brother come from?"

The man said honestly, "From the northeast."

He picked up the needle and thread, and without hesitation, began to string the hole in his stomach, and I didn't dare to come out. The candlelight flickered in the silent hut, and the sound of needlework and thread cutting through the flesh was the only sound in the room.

By the candlelight, I saw that there was a pile of dead grass in the hole in his stomach. What did he go through to get to this point?

I asked, "Brother, what is this injury?"

The man turned the needle and thread in his hand, and without raising his head, he said, "War."

After a while, he raised his head and muttered, "Defend the family and defend the country."

The man's words were not loud, but they were deafening, and I suddenly understood who it was!

The man lowered his head, sewed stitch by stitch, and continued: "I couldn't eat enough when I was alive, and when I died, the devil opened my belly, and my mother gave me a piece of skin, but I couldn't sew it, and I was embarrassed to go back."

After saying that, he wiped his tears again.

An inch of mountains and rivers, an inch of blood, 100,000 young people and 100,000 soldiers. When he was on the bloody battlefield, he was only in his twenties, and he should have been a young man, but he became the last line of defense for the country!

I opened my lips and whispered, "I'm a Taoist priest, and I might be able to give you a ride."

It's not that I'm pretending to be kind, but it's the only thing I can do for him.

The man's eyes lit up and he said, "That's great, but I don't need you to send it."

This is really awkward to say, and then, he said a little embarrassedly, "You let my comrades-in-arms also come in and sew their bodies, I thank you."

When I heard this, my heart ached, and it was time for him to think about his comrades.

I nodded again and again and said, "No problem, then why didn't you come in with you just now?"

The man lowered his head and said in a whisper, "The policy doesn't allow me to take a stitch from you, and we have a large group of people who are afraid of scaring you."

In the end, it is a person of benevolence and righteousness, and benevolence and righteousness are engraved in the bones!

As soon as I stretched out my hand, I shouted, "Brothers who can't go home, come in!"

A gust of wind blew, and when I turned around, the room was full of people, who looked at the food on the shelves and swallowed their saliva, and I hurriedly took out all the food.

But the food they had just swallowed came out of the hole in their stomachs below, and I was full of bitterness when I saw it.

The soldiers let out a hint of embarrassment, and I rubbed my eyes and said, "It's okay, let's sew first, and then eat."

At this moment, the sound of the house sounded again.

I took out everything I could eat on the shelf, and these people thanked me a thousand times, and you thank me at the moment, but don't the juniors thank you?

Seeing that the sky was about to lighten, a man in the crowd stood up and said, "The contemptible man is the teacher here, thank you for the kindness of the strong man, my brothers, are content."

I was teary-eyed when I said this, and the man laughed loudly: "Strong men must not be sad, why should you bury your bones in the ground, there are green mountains everywhere in the world. Let's go."

After speaking, a group of people disappeared, as if they had never come, and I picked up the wooden fish and sang a cappella song: "At that time, save the suffering Tianzun, and fill the ten directions of the world......

A "Sutra of Suffering" is dedicated to these children who can't go home, praying, and exceeding.

After sending this group of people away, I looked back at the shrine of the bombed four, and it made me uneasy. I have to find a master for this, thinking, I'm going to clean it up.

Outside the door, there was a sudden sound of gongs and drums, and I looked through the window to see that a large group of people were rushing towards me.

The village chief took the old and young masters of the village, carrying a large plaque behind them, and when he pushed the door open, the village chief said with a smile on his face: "But thanks to Master Zen Lone, we have made a plaque for you in the village, you can take a look."

When I looked at it, the plaque read, "The true god descends to earth, save the suffering", but when these words were given to me, my face felt panicked.

The village chief thought I was embarrassed, so he grabbed my hand and said excitedly, "Master Zen Lin is so powerful, our village has to repay you, I have copied hundreds of copies of the notices you pasted, and they have all been sent out, we have to promote your merits!"

As soon as I heard it, my brain was buzzing, just this time, I survived by relying on my master, why did I still advertise it for free?

In desperation, I could only show joy on my face, laughed dryly, and said, "Thank you, after beating the gongs and drums for a while, the village chief said, "Then we won't disturb the master's practice, let's go back first."

The village chief turned his head, with a thick Shandong accent, and shouted loudly: "In the future, the family will buy firewood, rice, oil, salt, and the children will buy snacks, and they will all come here, and the master will have to eat."

Okay, this doesn't worry about no business in the future.

I drooped my head, returned to the Taoist temple with a decadent face, and strode to the main hall, the master had just finished offering incense, I grabbed the master, and learned this matter aggrievedly.

The master was not too surprised, and said softly, "It's reasonable, I'll make a hexagram."

As he spoke, the master picked up two stones from the ground, threw them casually, and landed on the ground, the master squatted down and looked at them carefully, and said, "Liu Wujian, it seems that it is really fine."

I also squatted down and asked with a little doubt, "Are you still reliable for calculating things with stones?"

The master said disdainfully, "You know a fart, this is the heart hexagram, the spire of divination."

The master looked carefully at the stones underground, frowned, and said, "Liu Wujian saved you again by self-detonation, but she seems to be safe now, and besides, someone saved her."

I immediately thought of someone, and I opened my mouth and asked, "Could it be the White Lady?"

The master shook his head and said, "It's hard to say, but she's not in danger, just wait."

Okay, since the master said it's okay, then it's better to be fine.

The master stared at his eyebrows and said, "I have to think of a way, the Huang family will definitely look for you again, and it won't work if it goes on like this."

At the end, the master paced. After a few moments, he slapped his thigh and said, "Wait for me!"

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Chapter Twenty-Three: The Yin Soldier Goes Home to Read for Free.