Chapter 52 Let Him Live Well

"Boss, bring me a coffin."

"Sir, it depends on the material you want. We have pine, oak, and cypress."

The shopkeeper's short and fat body moved to a curtain and took it off with his hand. "And here's our treasure, the sandalwood!"

The curtain was lifted, revealing an elegant sandalwood coffin. The wood was deep and rich in color, and the coffin lid was carved with exquisite craftsmanship.

Ye Xingzhou took out the silver ingot and asked, "What can this silver be exchanged for?"

"An oak coffin."

The shopkeeper glanced at Ye Xingzhou's clothes, his eyes flashing, "Sir, do you need funeral services? We'll take care of everything, from burial to coffin carrying and condolences."

Ye Xingzhou shook his head and led the child who was hiding and peeking outside the door in.

When the shopkeeper saw the child, his expression changed.

He leaned out to look at the street, quickly closed the door, and pulled Ye Xingzhou aside to play with crickets.

"Oh my dear guest, you are not allowed to show me this kindness!"

"You don't know that Xiao Yuan's mother died early, and her father is a bastard who always beats her children and sells them for money."

"My own mother wrapped me in a straw mat and threw me into the mountains."

"If that gambler finds out you're helping him, he'll definitely pester you for money!"

Ye Xingzhou looked at the person with his head down.

No wonder Xiao Yuan chose to take a detour to avoid people when he brought him here.

Xiao Yuan pinched the corner of his clothes. As Ye Xingzhou remained silent, the light in his eyes gradually faded away, and his feet began to move towards the outside.

"Then I just don't let him find out." Ye Xingzhou said.

Ye Xingzhou squatted down and held Xiao Yuan's hand.

The big hand firmly wrapped around the cold little hand, and the warm touch penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

"Xiao Yuan, do you see that coffin?"

Xiao Yuan raised his eyes, and his black and white eyes reflected the sandalwood coffin in the middle of the shop.

He nodded.

"Do you want it?"

Xiao Yuan nodded again.

Ye Xingzhou pointed to the oak coffin on the other side and said, "But your current labor force can only be exchanged for the coffin next to it."

"But I believe that one day you will be able to replace the old lady's coffin with a sandalwood one."

When the shopkeeper saw the sect uniform on Ye Xingzhou, he hesitated to speak and ultimately said nothing.

Ye Xingzhou took out a teleportation talisman and stuck it on the coffin. The coffin disappeared from its original spot the next moment.

Under Xiao Yuan's astonished gaze, Ye Xingzhou gave the shopkeeper a piece of silver.

"Shopkeeper, please be careful with your words today."

The shopkeeper tactfully accepted the change and said, "Sir, no one comes to this coffin shop today. I don't know anyone here."

Making money is human nature, and not kicking someone when they are down is human nature.

Even if Ye Xingzhou didn't give the money, the shopkeeper would keep his mouth shut and keep it a secret.

We are all ordinary people, and no one wants to provoke a monk who is prone to fighting and killing.

Ye Xingzhou picked up Xiao Yuan, the talisman on his fingertips burned, and his figure disappeared.

A new mound of earth appeared under the pear tree near the abandoned temple.

Ye Xingzhou looked at Xiao Yuan and kowtowed.

Three kowtows, dull and powerful.

I really don’t know how he was able to carry an adult corpse back with his small body.

"Do you want to cultivate immortality?"

Ye Xingzhou suddenly spoke.

"After three years, each sect will recruit students. Those who pass the assessment can become immortals."

"In the world of immortal cultivation, there is a pill called the Repair Pill, which can heal all wounds after taking it."

The dead silence in Xiao Yuan's eyes fluctuated slightly.

Cultivating immortality?

Do you want to?

Can he?

After cultivating immortality, can you escape?

Xiao Yuan looked up in confusion, and the dazzling red figure had disappeared, leaving only a string of candied haws in its place.

It seemed like he was leaving in a leisurely manner, but in fact, Ye Xingzhou's dog was secretly lying on the roof of the dilapidated temple and observing secretly.

He helped Xiao Yuan fulfill his wish, not to let Xiao Yuan commit suicide without any worries.

The little brat is so young and has a long way to go, why is he looking for death?

Let him live well!

But as long as we are alive, we must always have expectations.

His hope for Xiao Yuan was to let him escape, to give him support and motivation, and to give him a direction to escape.

As I said, he can only help you temporarily, not forever.

Too much interference will be counterproductive.

The right to choose this path is truly in Xiao Yuan's hands. Whether it rots or degenerates is all decided by Xiao Yuan.

Ye Xingzhou observed for a long time.

Xiao Yuan went from silently wiping away tears to sobbing and crying.

Her little face was covered with tears.

He kowtowed three times in the direction Ye Xingzhou left, then picked up the candied haws and ate them one by one.

The candied haws mixed with tears were obviously sour and bitter, but Xiao Yuan felt it was extremely sweet.

Ye Xingzhou continued to follow.

Xiao Yuan crawled into the narrow dog hole, avoiding the snoring man in the room. He changed into the coarse cloth clothes pressed at the bottom of the box, fished out the coarse cake from the pot, and crawled out of the dog hole again.

Xiao Yuan carried a few dry biscuits on his back and escaped in the twilight.

The thin body avoided the crowd and walked on the remote and rugged road without daring to stop.

Only when the edge of the town was no longer in sight did Xiao Yuan dare to run to the river to wash his face and drink water.

Ye Xingzhou secretly injected a trace of spiritual power into Xiao Yuan's body.

When it got dark, I walked in the moonlight until my feet became numb and my straw sandals had holes in them.

After wading through the river and passing two villages, a brand new town appeared.

Xiao Yuan finally couldn't hold on and fainted on the side of the road.

At the break of dawn.

"Boss, come quickly! There's a child at your door!"

"This kid's feet are broken!"

"Ah! Why is he covered in wounds? Could he have escaped from a human trafficker?"

"God damn it! This kid is only about the same age as our Xiaoyu, and he's already going through so much!"

Several adults surrounded Xiao Yuan and talked about something.

One of the women fed Xiao Yuan some water, and Xiao Yuan woke up.

Dawn breaks and the sun shines brightly.

Xiao Yuan squinted his eyes and saw clearly several unfamiliar faces surrounding him and muttering something.

It is simple, strange and well-intentioned.

"Child, put on the coat your uncle brought."

"Nowhere to go? Come and help me in the shop and I'll give you something to eat."

Tears glistened in Xiao Yuan's eyes.

It's hope.

Amidst the blur of tears, a free and easy figure walked away towards the rising sun.

Those who practice Taoism can see the light of merit.

There was a layer of merit light lingering around the couple, so Xiao Yuan felt at ease with them being there.

As for Xiao Yuan's father, don't expect a gambler to travel thousands of miles to find a child whose value has been squeezed dry.

Xiao Yuan's father would only think that Xiao Yuan was dead, gone outside.

He would not think that Xiao Yuan would dare to escape, because he had personally extinguished Xiao Yuan's desire for life.

Cause and effect are inevitable, and retribution is clear.

Ye Xingzhou doesn't need Xiao Yuan to remember him.

Because the one who saved Xiao Yuan was himself who mustered up the courage to escape.

Ye Xingzhou yawned, squinted his eyes, and accurately locked onto the steaming hot pancakes that had just come out of the pan.

"Brother, give me two pancakes, with meat."

"Sir, here are the sesame cakes you requested."

Ye Xingzhou took two pancakes and ate them while walking, and took the time to look at the task board.

The place flashing green is Xiaohe Village. Judging from the distance, it is still about a day's journey away.

Ye Xingzhou was still chewing a sesame cake when he naturally sat down at the wonton stall.

"Brother, another bowl of wontons."

"Alright! Sir, please wait a moment."

If you want to travel, you have to eat well.

Ye Xingzhou took a sip of the wonton soup, which was so delicious that it made him dizzy.

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