"Selling meat buns... Just out of the cage, the hot meat buns..."

"Selling sugar gourds, sweet and sour sugar gourds..."

"Selling flatbread, the must-have flatbread for a long journey..."

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This kind of feeling that seems to be quiet in the sect but is actually depressing and difficult to find, makes Lin Yang's eyes appear to see the innocence.

He still remembered that every time he and his parents went to the nearest town in Sanhe Village, he would look at his father expectantly, and when his father saw his slightly unspeakable gaze, he would walk to the vendor of sugar gourds, buy two skewers, and eat them beautifully under Lin Yang's happy shouts and his mother's blame.

But memories are memories after all, the taste of sugar gourds is still the taste of sugar gourds, but he has grown from a child to a teenager, and has grown into a teenager who can buy sugar gourds by himself.

Looking at the old man who bought the sugar gourd, Lin Yang took a look at the hand in his sleeve, and a pill appeared in the palm of his hand.

This pill was one of the many pills that he would receive as an inner door boy in the monthly benefits of the sect.

Although the pill has the same effect as the hunger pill, it is higher and better than the hunger pill, and its effect is not only to eliminate the hunger in the abdomen, but also to allow the cultivators who are also self-proclaimed monks in the immortal cultivation world to speed up the refining of spiritual power.

When he first saw this pill, Lin Yang didn't pay attention to it, and even gradually forgot about it, until recently, the spirit summoning incense in the storage bag was consumed too much, and then he remembered that the storage bag had reached hundreds of such pills in more than a year.

Although it has no effect on him who is now in the fifth layer of the spirit, it has a great effect on the worldly people.

With a sweep of spiritual sense, he could sense that this kind-looking old man had a dark disease, especially the lower body and feet, which were particularly serious, it should have been on his legs earlier and fell from walking for many years, although the old man was standing and shouting, but the pain that flashed in his eyes from time to time was still seen clearly by Lin Yang.

For some reason, seeing the old man, Lin Yang remembered his father who always took him to the big city to sell prey when he was a child.

Thinking of coming to his heart, Lin Yang walked through the crowded streets, walked to the old man, and under the old man's smile with the pain in his feet, he raised his trembling hand full of calluses, took down a string and handed it over.

Lin Yang, who took it and didn't eat, looked at the old man and nodded: "The old man is still working hard to sell sugar gourds at such an old age, is it because of the difficulties at home?"

"The little master misunderstood, I came out to buy sugar gourds because of family difficulties. ”

Lin Yang was puzzled, looked at the cleanly dressed old man and asked again: "In that case, why did you still come out to buy sugar gourds, didn't your family stop it?"

Seeing Chenxing with his eyebrows and eyes, Lin Yang, who was dressed in a Taoist robe, did not eat his own sugar gourd, but became curious about his life experience, and he didn't seem to be playing with himself, he couldn't help but smile, and his old look suddenly became radiant at this time.

"Lao Yu began to learn to make sugar gourds at the age of seven, buy sugar gourds, it has been seventy-two years, for Lao Yu, selling sugar gourds is not only life, but also my way, although the children and grandchildren are full, as early as the time to enjoy Qingfu, but Lao Yu is now selling is not a gourd, but confused!"

"Confused ..."

Lin Yang raised his eyebrows, his eyes were surprised, and he was silent.

"Since the little master is interested in selling sugar gourds at such an old age, it is better to eat a string of old sugar gourds to understand. ”

As soon as the old man's voice fell, Lin Yang couldn't help but look at him heavily, took a deep breath, and looked down at the sugar gourd in his hand.

After groaning for a while, Lin Yang pursed his lips, then picked up the sugar gourd that was threaded with a wooden skewer and ate the top one.

When the hawthorn is entered, there is no sweetness, no sweetness, and no deliciousness in memory, but a strong bitter taste.

After this smell permeated the tip of his tongue and the entire mouth, Lin Yang raised the tip of his nose, frowned, and looked at the old man who suddenly laughed.

"It's a sugar gourd, it's a bitter gourd at all, no wonder no one comes to buy it. ”

Lin Yang, who spit out the hawthorn, had a black face, and couldn't help but think of the scene when this old man kept shouting, but no one came to buy it.

Hearing Lin Yang's words, the old man laughed even louder, not only attracting the crowd of people passing by, but also making Lin Yang hear a few mocking sounds.

"This stupid old man is lying again..."

"But no, you said that this old man is blessed or not, he pushes a wooden cart every day and buys sugar gourds, and I don't know if his brain is in water. ”

"Alas... I can't say that, the sugar gourd that Qi Lao sold before was really sweet, and for some reason, the sugar gourd sold now looks sweet and delicious, but if you eat it, it is so bitter that it will kill you. ”

"You don't know this, this hawthorn seems to be coated with sticky sugar, but it is actually gourd water. ”

"Ahh No wonder it's so bitter!"

It was only then that Lin Yang knew that he had been tricked by the seemingly amiable old man in front of him, but he was actually a psychopath.

Seeing that Lin Yang looked angry and wanted to throw away the sugar gourd in his hand and turn away, the old man hurriedly raised his trembling rough hand to stop it.

"Don't be angry, little master. ”

Seeing that the people around him kept holding their mouths and pointing at themselves and smiling, Lin Yang had a gloomy face, looking at the eagerness in the old man's eyes, and his weather-beaten and wrinkled face, his heart softened, and he couldn't help but stop throwing the sugar gourd.

"Others sell sugar gourds, and the old decay also sells sugar gourds, why are other people's sugar gourds popular, but I am disgusted and even ridiculed..."

At this point, the old man suddenly straightened up his slightly bare waist, his eyes were full of complexity, he looked up at the sky, shook his head and said: "The little master bought the sugar gourd, just to taste the sweet and delicious taste, but first sweet and then bitter, the reading is still that sweet, but the rest is bitter, and the sugar gourd I sell, although it is disgusting, no one cares, and even the bitterness that will be spit out after eating the first bite is the real soul of the sugar gourd, the real spirit, the real thought, and the sweetness that I really want to tell the world... And the gourd I sell is confused..."

Lin Yang's pupils contracted, his expression was suddenly shocked, and he looked at the old man in front of him who was nearly eighty years old at this moment, and a wave of respect was like a thunderbolt falling from the sky, rolling in, not only stunned Lin Yang, but also blasted Lin Yang's heart roaring.

And the people around him, after hearing the old man's words, laughed even louder.

"Only when you have been confused for a long time will you know that you are not confused, and only when you taste bitterness, you will taste sweetness..."

Lin Yang, who was stunned for a long time, under the words of the old man, for some reason, he actually lifted the sugar gourd that he was about to throw away just now and ate it again, just like the first time, the hawthorn entrance, a strong bitter taste, instantly occupied the entire taste.

Holding back the chilling hawthorn that wanted to spit out in his mouth, Lin Yang didn't say a word, he bit it violently, and after the hawthorn was bitten, the sweetness that flowed out of it was like a fairy spring, making Lin Yang's forehead overflow with beads of sweat, which was like bursting from the hawthorn, which caused Lin Yang's entire mind to appear like a shock.

The breath of the fifth layer of the spirit was actually at this time, not controlled by the mental method, and it was running extremely fast.

Lin Yang was startled, forcibly suppressed the feeling that he wanted to break out of his body, and hurriedly calmed down, chanting the mantra and concealing the breath of the fifth layer of the spirit.

At the entrance of the hawthorn, what remains in the mouth is still sweet, or the sweetness that makes Lin Yang thrilling.

Under this sweetness, Lin Yang seemed to have enlightenment and feelings.

Thinking of his own embarrassment now, why is it not the sugar gourd sold by this old man, and the entrance is bitter.

"Only if you've been confused for a long time, you know you're not confused..."

Lin Yang was in awe, looking at the old man, there was no longer any anger or anger in his eyes.

Lin Yang was sure that the old man in front of him was indeed an ordinary person, an ordinary old man who had made himself look up for the first time since he stepped into the cultivation path.

Suddenly, Lin Yang smiled, smiled happily, he felt that he was right, and it was right to leave the sect.

Take a deep breath, close your eyes, like an old man, look up to the sky, and blurt out a feeling.

"The bitterness tasted in confusion is sweetness, and the sweetness tasted in confusion is the real bitterness..."

Lin Yang opened his eyes, looked at the old man and said respectfully: "Please accept Lin Yang's worship..."

"The children can be taught... I have sold the sugar gourd all my life, and now someone can finally understand that this road... Not lonely, old thoughts, not lonely..."

Looking at the old man's twilight face and the long white shawl hair, Lin Yang suddenly felt slightly sour on the tip of his nose, he knew that when the old man said this, he was telling him that time was running out, except for the loneliness that could accompany him, only the memory of selling sugar gourds all his life, only the countless times he walked the same road, only the shouting that was also confused, or not confused.

took out the pill, and under the old man's shaking his head and saying nothing, Lin Yang silently put it away.

Although the two had only known each other for less than a moment, at this moment, Lin Yang suddenly felt that he seemed to understand the old man's state of mind at this moment, as the old man said, he just wanted to be confused now, only in this way could he keep the truth.

The next day, after Lin Yang exchanged silver taels in a shop marked with the place of Master Yuan, he walked out of the door, and heard many cries approaching, approaching, and everyone wearing white hexagrams and white scarves was crying, escorting a carriage covered with white cloth.

Quietly, silently, looking at the departing carriage with some pain, Lin Yang knew that from now on, there would be one less old man selling sugar gourds in this ancient city of Song, but there would be more people who bought sugar gourds to eat.

Walking to the place where he met the old man, looking at the three incense sticks lit in the circle under his feet and the white paper pressed by the stone, Lin Yang was silent and silent for a long time.

After a long time, Lin Yang wiped the splash of water that blocked his vision and left a place in the corner of his eye, and summoned the sugar gourd that he hadn't eaten in the storage bag yesterday.

After eating the hawthorn, he didn't bite it, and let the rich bitterness spread in his mouth for a long time...