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Chapter 241 Saint's Disciple
The man in white proposed to kneel down for a long time and a group of people responded.
They knelt right in front of the door.
Li Banfeng is not afraid of bad people, but he must stay away from mean people. Mean people are more hateful and more difficult to deal with than bad people.
But the key question now is where to go?
Going north definitely won’t work, otherwise we’ll have to go back.
Being able to determine the direction of due north and other directions, Li Banfeng chose to go east.
There are several small hills in the east, unlike the north which is a wasteland. Li Banfeng will not go wrong if he follows the hills.
On the way down the mountain, Li Banfeng kept wondering what these sages on the mountain usually eat. After wandering around the mountain for such a long time, Li Banfeng did not see any farmland or farmers.
Halfway up the hill, Li Banfeng saw a 70-year-old man pulling a cart of rice up the mountain. There were two people following behind pushing the cart. One was his son in his early 30s, and the other was his ten-year-old grandson.
The rice was very heavy, and the three generations of grandparents and grandchildren had a hard time pushing it. When they reached halfway up the hill, the old man stopped the cart, and the three generations of grandparents and grandchildren began to eat multi-grain cakes with a pot of water.
Seeing that these three people were honest people, Li Banfeng approached and asked for directions: "Excuse me, how do I get to the nearest train station?"
Li Banfeng shook his head and said, "I'm not here to study. I'm just passing through."
Every person on this mountain, including every blade of grass and tree, and even the air on the mountain, made Li Banfeng extremely disgusted. Even in Kucai Village, Li Banfeng had never felt as uncomfortable as he did today.
But the villagers' nerves did not relax. Li Banfeng's arrival made them extremely nervous and even a little frightened.
Li Banfeng said: "You are stronger than your father, so why don't you go to the front and pull the cart."
My family has been sending rice to the Saint for sixteen years, hoping that the Saint would accept my son. But now that my son is old, the Saint is unwilling to accept him. It depends on whether my grandson has this luck. "
Li Banfeng then walked down the mountain. Along the way, he met many people who were looking for students, as well as people who were delivering food, vegetables, and livestock.
The old man seemed to see the hidden truth and advised Li Banfeng: "Studying is not an easy thing. The saints talk about the world's unique knowledge, how can they teach it to others casually?
Many villagers may have never taken a train, let alone the villagers here. Qin Tianjiu, who grew up in Yaowanggou, has never taken a train in his life. This is a very normal thing.
Children of this age are just able to eat, and a piece of whole-grain cake is obviously not enough for them.
Compared with the people in the mountains, they were more talkative. When they saw Li Banfeng, they didn't just turn around and leave. At least they said a few words to him.
The son quickly straightened the cart and let the old man pull it in front.
"Send rice?" Li Banfeng looked at the full cart of rice, then looked at the multi-grain cakes in the hands of the three generations, and asked, "How much is this rice per pound?"
The child glanced at Li Banfeng, then trotted off to follow his father in pushing the cart.
When he reached the foot of the mountain, Li Banfeng continued to rush eastward. After walking more than a hundred miles, Li Banfeng finally saw hope.
The old man rolled his eyes at Li Banfeng and said, "What do you want money for? I want sincerity. The saint is willing to eat my rice. This is an opportunity for our family."
Li Banfeng entered the village and saw the fertile fields and the farmers working at their jobs.
Li Banfeng couldn't help but be curious and asked, "What unique skills does this saint have?"
Everyone advised Li Banfeng to stay for a few more days. As long as he showed sincerity, he would definitely be able to impress the saint.
The son snorted and said, "This is called sincerity, do you understand?"
After confirming that he could not communicate with this group of people, Li Banfeng no longer asked for directions. Whenever he met people going up the mountain, Li Banfeng would detour them. He just wanted to get down the mountain as soon as possible.
You're not willing to eat the rice at home, but you're giving it to the saint for free?
Li Banfeng asked the child: "Have you ever eaten white rice?"
Walking from one end of the village to the other, Li Banfeng heard Lang Lang reading.
This is a hill, which is obviously much shorter, and there is a village at the foot of the hill.
But when asked where the train station was, everyone avoided the question. They didn't believe that Li Banfeng was just passing by. They all thought that Li Banfeng was rejected from going to the mountain to study, and was disheartened and wanted to leave.
The 70-year-old man pulled a cart to deliver rice, and his sincerity was indeed extraordinary.
The old man smiled and said, "You are a student who went to the mountain to study, right? Didn't you see the saint today? Young man, don't be anxious. If you are sincere, the saint will definitely see you."
The old man waved his hand, signaling the two men to hurry up and stop talking to Li Banfeng.
The disgusting air seemed to disappear, and Li Banfeng's nerves gradually relaxed.
Li Banfeng could understand such a reaction.
Upon hearing this, the old man's son looked disdainful and didn't want to pay any attention to Li Banfeng.
When asked about the train station, a small number of villagers answered that they didn't know, and most of the villagers looked at Li Banfeng with confusion, as if the train station did not exist in their world.
The village is so remote and the villagers have rarely seen outsiders, so it is very normal for them to be wary.
The old man's son was also very nervous. He looked around and said to Li Banfeng, "When you are on the mountain of the saint, you have to know how to speak properly. You don't even know the etiquette. No wonder the saint doesn't want to see you."
The childish and energetic voices of the students made Li Banfeng firmly believe that he had left the territory of the Sage Peak.
Li Banfeng’s clothes frightened them, his behavior frightened them, and even the tone of his voice frightened them.
There is a mountain blocking the way ahead, but it is different from the previous mountains.
Li Banfeng can also understand this point.
The old man's son looked up and said, "You're looking for the station? That's far away."
The old man lost his smile and put away the multi-grain cake.
The ten-year-old child was eating biscuits the whole time without raising his head.
No matter how remote a place is, there are schools here where people learn serious things. Such places can give people vitality and hope.
What they learned.
"The root of heaven and earth begins with the heart of a saint.
The changes of heaven and earth begin with the thoughts of saints.
The foundation of heaven and earth begins with the virtue of the saints.
The origin of heaven and earth begins with the wishes of the saints. "
When Li Banfeng heard the word "saint", his scalp started tingling.
Is this serious stuff?
We cannot make any comments rashly. What they have learned is traditional knowledge. Li Banfeng has only been in Purdue for less than a year, so he may not understand some of the traditions.
When you get closer and look, you will see that the sound of reading does not come from the school, but from a rice field.
A group of children under ten years old were planting rice in the rice fields while reciting sage scriptures.
This is a very normal thing. Children not only learn cultural knowledge but also learn survival skills.
A child was carefully planting a row of seedlings when a middle-aged man next to him walked into the paddy field and trampled the seedlings into pieces.
"Re-insert." The man gave the order.
The child didn't know what he had done wrong and looked up at the man.
The man slapped the child, knocking him to the ground in the paddy field. Before the child could get up, he kicked him again.
The child struggled for a long time but couldn't get up. The man carried the child to the edge of the field, broke off a willow branch, and beat the child.
The child's parents were watching nearby, and the child's mother was so distressed that she was shivering with pain.
The child's father stopped him from the side, mumbling a few words: "This is for his own good, all for his own good..."
The man slapped him a few times, angrily scolding, "Don't cry, have some ambition, you can't bear the pain at all, what qualifications do you have to learn the principles of the saints?"
Is this normal?
Li Banfeng stood at the edge of the field, his veins throbbing.
Some bad memories from his childhood came to Li Banfeng's mind.
The man looked at the child and said, "Do you know why I beat you? Do you know why I asked you to replant the rice seedlings?"
The child shook his head in confusion.
The man angrily scolded: "If you have doubts in your heart, then your intention is not sincere. I asked you to replant the seedlings, so you did it again. Why do you have doubts in your heart? You are really a rotten wood that cannot be carved."
Seeing the child covered in wounds, the man said indifferently: "I'll give you some medicine."
After saying that, he grabbed a handful of salt and flour and wanted to rub it on the child.
The child was shaking with fear, and his parents were shaking beside him, muttering:
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