"Little girl, the weasel is not worth much, although the wound on your weasel's throat is small, it is too deep, the fur is not complete when peeled off, and the quality is too poor, I can only give you so much."

Wang Xiaotao handed over Huang Xianfei's body to the owner of the butcher shop.

Just arrived in this town, she didn't know where to trade, so she casually found a butcher shop on the side of the road to get rid of Huang Xianfei's body, so that she could exchange some money for it.

The meat of the weasel is extremely smelly, hard and woody, and unless it is a time of famine, no one will buy the meat of the weasel to eat.

The meat is not valuable, but the weasel fur is quite marketable, warm and cheap, and the butcher shop owner bought this weasel for this fur.

Wang Xiaotai used the money from selling weasels to find a noodle shop near the butcher shop to sit, she picked a position that could bring the entire butcher shop into her eyes, ordered a bowl of somen noodles at random, and observed the movement of the butcher shop.

She saw the butcher shop master skillfully start from the wound in the throat, and with a slight slash of the pig-killing knife, he easily peeled off the weasel's fur.

She also heard the butcher shop owner babble about how oily and slippery the fur was, and then watched the butcher chop up the weasel's meat with a few random knives, and feed the meat puree and pieces of meat mixed with some swill to the dog next to him.

The butcher had two big wolf dogs, and when they saw the food, the wolf dogs rushed up and ate with relish, their mouths were full of red meat scraps, and their beards were stained with blood, which should be a rare delicacy for them.

It is said that dragon blood and dragon meat are rare nourishment products, and I don't know if these dogs will get the Tao after eating the skin and flesh of Huang Xianfei, who has become a fine person.

When the owner of the noodle shop brought the noodles up, he found that Wang Xiaotao had left, and there were a few noodles on the table.

"What a weirdo."

The boss shook his head, took the money, and Mei Zizi took the noodles back to the back kitchen and ate them herself.

Wang Xiaotao wandered aimlessly in the world, she felt very confused now, she felt like she had set a goal, but suddenly lost her direction, floating in the sea, and walking with the wind.

I don't know where the end is, and I don't know what awaits me.

She always seems to be on the road.

Along the way, she had the heart to see what kind of life those who believed in the gods lived, and only by looking at this could she know the various states of all beings.

She saw the mother of the dying baby holding the medicine stone and no doctor staggering all the way to kneel down and ask for help from the gods, and the mother broke her head, but the child still lost her breath.

She saw the mother kneeling in the temple with the child's body in her arms, wailing and weeping.

She also saw a woman who had finally conceived a child, accompanied by her husband, come to make a vow and pray for the child's blessing.

She saw that the white-haired candidates who had been on the list for decades still went to pray to the gods before the exam, asking for the blessing that she could go to high school this time.

And beside him, the high-spirited Tanhualang who took the first exam accompanied his mother and new wife to make a vow.

She saw young boys and girls praying to the gods to bless her during the Festival of Lights, so that she could have a happy marriage and live happily ever after.

But she also saw her husband beating his wife, and her wife wept and begged the gods to send down thunder to punish her husband's miserable appearance.

She saw the incense in the temple, the idol of the god shining with golden light, smiling and staring at all beings.

She also saw the temple in the small village of the mountains and fields that was gradually withering because there was no one to worship it, and the clay idols inside had lost their luster, sitting alone on the altar waiting for their followers.

She saw the devout believers kneeling in three steps and prostrating in five steps, just to see the gods.

She also saw the fat-headed and big-eared priests in the temple feasting on the wine and meat offered by the faithful.

The prayer of one person is a prayer, and the prayer of a group of people is a doctrine.

But when someone is willing to act on their desires, it becomes faith.

She invited a pilgrim to eat a piece of bread, and only then did she realize that there was such a pious person in this world.

For the sake of the faith that cannot be seen or touched, he dragged his family and his family, regardless of the difficulties and dangers, he began the pilgrimage without hesitation, measured the land with his body, and crawled before God, which was even more humble than the ants on the earth.

There seemed to be no other force than faith that could enable him to do all this, and he seemed to live for the sake of faith.

She saw people who spent a lot of money for their beliefs, and she saw people who abandoned their wives and children for their beliefs.

After deliberately looking at it, I realized that in this world, faith turned out to be such an expensive thing.

Faith is ethereal, and the naked eye naturally cannot see it, how to measure whether you are pious or not?

Then it's up to who's making the bigger contribution.

Those who donate the most money can engrave their names on the temple entrance, and those who contribute the most can hang their names on the prayer wall forever.

Rich is naturally powerful.

Abandoning one's family and property, wife and children for the sake of faith is a beautiful saying, and people praise such behaviors, believing that in this way they can obtain great merit and enter the immortal gate after death.

People record stories like this, and people love stories like this.

In this, no one cares whether the gods appear or not.

However, Wang Xiaotao clearly remembered that after Gonggong was angry and touched Zhou Mountain, these immortals had lost the source of their divine power, and the current immortals must rely on the power of mortal faith if they want to continue to become immortals and become gods.

If they rely on the power of mortal faith, why don't they manifest their spirits?

There are no gods to save dying babies, no gods to try to talk to devout believers.

They didn't seem to see their angry wives covered in bruises, they couldn't see the white-haired candidates who were desperately longing, they didn't even care about their temple, they didn't even care about their own temple, they didn't care about their own tribute, they let the priests swallow the sacrifices, and they didn't react.

If it weren't for the fact that he had really gone to the Nine Heavens and really stood in front of those gods, Wang Xiaotao would have doubted whether the gods really existed.

Those immortals who are high up in the sky, can they see or can't see it?

Wang Xiaotao walked alone through the mountains and rivers, watched the scorching sun and bright moon alone, and blew through the drizzle and breeze.

In the past three years, she has been recuperating in the Old Mother Palace of Lishan and the physical strengthening pills that Li Jiuyan has fed from time to time, so that she can persist in walking this way, and after seeing all this.

She asked them, everyone who could talk to her, what did they really want by doing this?

The mother held the body of her child, stupidly refusing to let go, she looked at the baby in her arms, smiled and shed tears, "What do I want?" What more could you want? I want my baby to come back to life. ”

The white-haired candidate looked enviously at the young and strong Tanhua and his happy family in the corner, and said, "I know that I shouldn't force it at my age, but I just want to pass the exam once, I just want to know what it's like to pass the exam once, just once, as long as I pass the exam once, I am willing to die." ”

The wife who was beaten to death by her drunken husband was helped up by Wang Xiaotao, who drugged her, and she wiped her tears while gritting her teeth and said, "What do I want?" It's not easy, I want this beast to live and die! ”

Other wishes are difficult to fulfill, they are all things that Wang Xiaotao can't do, she can't heal, she can't summon spirits, and she can't take exams, but Wang Xiaotao can help with this.

After the woman limped up and went to the street to buy groceries and prepare to come back to cook a table of food to thank Wang Xiaotao, Wang Xiaotao looked at the man who was snoring on the side, and listened to the neighbor angrily knocking on the wall to make the man's snoring quieter.

Wang Xiaotao stood up, took out the red scale dagger, and gently pushed the man's chest.

She could even hear the sound of the man's blood spurting out slowly from the man in front of her.

This time she was very careful, her movements were very small, and the blood that spilled out only slowly soaked her clothes, and did not spray on Wang Xiaotao's face.

Pulling out the dagger, Wang Xiaotao looked at the red scale dagger in her hand, her movements just now were clean and beautiful, without a trace of dragging, the red scale dagger was clean and clean, and there was no blood.

Wang Xiaotao's eyes were pitch black, and the fine sunlight shone on her face but could not penetrate the depths of her eyes, making it impossible to distinguish her emotions.

Since everyone in the world is suffering, then I am willing to do my little bit to relieve the suffering of the world.