Everyone was unhappy. One of them, who was rubbing walnuts with his left hand and holding a bird cage with his right, stood up and said, "Old Liu, you're still protecting this idiot! If it weren't for him, would our Qingyun Town be in this situation now?"
"Bah! You are so unreasonable. Li Qingyun was a stupid fool when he was alive. What does that incident have to do with him?" The old man reasoned with everyone. The "Li Qingyun" he mentioned was the name of the beggar lying on the ground.
"How come he has nothing to do with the trouble his mother caused?"
"That's right, that's right. Since ancient times, a son should pay for his father's debts. It's only natural. If a mother makes a mistake, the son must also bear the responsibility. We can't just let it go because Li Qingyun is a fool."
The crowd started shouting and clamoring, and the mood was very intense. More and more passers-by gathered, some came closer to watch the excitement, some squeezed in to join the condemnation, and some watched from afar while cracking melon seeds.
"This is my shop. Do you want to destroy it?"
"Old Liu, you really don't know what's good for you. You're being unreasonable. We're not targeting you. Who told you to protect this idiot? Why did you have to get involved?"
"Bah! I'm eighty-three years old now. I once drank the water from the Immortal Turtle River. If you dare to touch me, what will you do?"
There was a lot of chatter all around. A passerby, seeing that Old Man Liu was very old, acted as a peacemaker and came out to persuade both parties in a friendly manner.
Zhang Ling took advantage of the break to pour himself a bowl of soy milk and gulped it down. It was so smooth!
Perhaps he felt that these people were a bit noisy, and some even looked at Zhang Ling from head to toe, so he moved his fingers, and suddenly thick fog rose in the town. Several dull sounds came from the Jieyang Mountain, as if a giant was sneezing, shaking the ground of Qingyun Town slightly.
"Is the Mountain God awake?"
Someone called out in surprise.
"I told you that the Mountain God hasn't forgotten Qingyun Town. He hasn't ignored us for the past hundred years, he's just been napping and sleeping!"
"Hurry, hurry, everyone, go back and prepare incense and food, and worship the mountain god together tomorrow morning. Who knows, Qingyun Town might repeat the same thing!"
After a few breaths, everyone dispersed and happily groped their way home in the pitch-black fog.
"What a thick fog! This fog is so strange!" Zhang Ling pretended not to hear what people were saying about the mountain god napping for a hundred years. He never paid any attention to their words and continued to drink the soy milk in the bowl.
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