As soon as the old man put his neck into the loop of the hemp rope, Fang Jian blew on it, and the hemp rope broke. The old man's body suddenly shook and he fell backward. Fang Jian immediately reached out to hold him.

The old man took two breaths and then opened his eyes, only to see a face that looked ethereal yet majestic and serious.

"Old man, are you hanging yourself?" Fang Jian asked.

The old man slowly stood up, then looked at Fang Jian and said, "Young man, since you have seen it, please don't bother me, an old man."

Fang Jian smiled and said, "I want to accumulate some good karma. I'll save you when you get up there."

The old man was startled and asked, "Is this how you can accumulate good karma?"

"Yes." Fang Jian nodded and said, "You go up once, and I save you once. This is one Yin De. I save you down, and you go up again, and I save you again. This is two Yin De."

At this point, Fang Jian counted on his fingers and said, "This way, I can accumulate hundreds of Yin De in a day. Old man, since you don't want to live anymore, why don't you help me brush it off. Oh, how about accumulating some Yin De?"

The old man had a worried look on his face, his brows furrowed. Upon hearing Fang Jian's words, he couldn't help but say, "Young man, I see you're not very old, so why are you so wicked?"

"How can this be considered immoral?" Fang Jian said, "This is a great merit."

The old man shook his head and said, "If you do this, the Buddha will deduct your merits."

"Buddha can't deduct my merits." Fang Jian said, "Old man, are you still so arrogant?"

The old man stared at Fang Jian for a while, then looked back at the broken hemp rope, and finally sighed and sat down on the big rock at his feet.

Fang Jian smiled when he saw this, then sat down on a dead tree root opposite the old man. "Old man, have you come to your senses?"

"I haven't thought it through." The old man looked at Fang Jian and said, "It's just that when I think about you using me to accumulate merit, I don't want to hang myself."

"Hahaha." Fang Jian laughed loudly, then asked, "Old man, why are you so depressed?"

When the old man heard this, he sighed, then looked at the Third Prince, then at Fang Jian, and asked, "Which family is this young man from?"

"From out of town." Fang Jian said.

The old man nodded and said, "So you are a young man from out of town. Judging from your appearance, you must be a well-read person. There are some things I don't understand, and I would like to ask you for advice."

Fang Jian heard this and said, "Excuse me, old man."

The old man looked up at the sun in the sky, then asked Fang Jian, "Sir, which is better, the sun or my son?"

Fang Jian smiled and said, "For most people, it should be a son, right?"

"I don't think so." The old man looked at the sun and said, "The sun rises and sets tirelessly every day, keeping me warm, but it doesn't ask me for any money in return. But what about my son? He is my own son. His mother and I raised him, fed him, clothed him, and gave him everything he wanted. We even arranged for him to marry a wife, and we gave him our property whenever he wanted it. Later, he thought we were old and useless, so he drove us out, completely forgetting the kindness I had shown him. He wanted our property, we gave him the land, and we gave him our money. He even took his mother's dowry. Now we have nothing. We are old and useless to him, so he kicked us out. His mother died of illness last month. I don't even have a straw mat to shroud her body. I asked him for it, but he said, "I am your son. You must consider me as your son. When I have a large fortune, I will build you two the most luxurious tomb. For now, you two should just endure the hardship."

At this point, two lines of turbid tears could not help but flow from the corners of the old man's dry and wrinkled eyes.

"The government doesn't care?" Fang Jian asked.

The old man said, "We've gone to the government and filed a complaint, but they want us to prove we're his parents. But we've lost everything, and the household registration book isn't in our hands. How can we prove it?"

At this point, the old man wiped a tear, blew his nose, and then asked Fang Jian, "Sir, tell me, which is better, the sun or my son? The sun wants nothing, yet it shines on us every day. My son wants everything, yet he demands whatever he wants from us, and then abandons us when we have nothing left."

"If that's the case, then the sun is better." Fang Jian said.

The old man said, "My son has been afraid of the sun since he was a child."

"Oh?" Fang Jian asked in surprise, "Why is that?"

The old man said: "When he was a child, he was naughty and went swimming in the river. Then he fell asleep on the grass by the river. When he woke up, his whole body was sunburned. It took him a year to cure it. From then on, he was afraid of the sun. Every time he

If I want to go out to do something, I have to wait until the sun sets before I dare to go out."

"Is this God's punishment for him because he saw that he was an unfilial son?" asked the old man.

Fang Jian nodded and said, "Yes."

"Alas," the old man said, "Sir, thank you for listening to what an old man like me has to say. It makes me feel much better now that I have said it."

Fang Jian quickly asked, "Then are you still going to hang yourself?"

"I'll think about it," said the old man.

Fang Jian smiled and said, "Old man, why don't you become the sun?"

"???" The old man looked at Fang Jian in surprise. "Be the sun? What does that mean?"

Fang Jian smiled and said, "The sun shines upon all things, asking nothing in return. If you emulate the sun's virtues, you, too, will be the sun of the world."

The old man's eyes widened instantly, and after a while he said, "I, too, attended a private school for a few years. I understand what you are saying. Are you asking me to emulate the sun and help others without expecting anything in return?"

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