Gao Wu Da Xia: The fox demon lady at the beginning

Chapter 205
Qiu Xuanyu and He Zidong, who were born in a martial arts family and a Taoist family, couldn't eat any more and managed to eat a few mouthfuls of steamed buns.

The two of them have been accustomed to fine food and clothing since they were young, so it is indeed a bit difficult for them to eat this food.

Han Chufan found that his father-in-law and Xiaodong had not eaten, especially Xiaodong, who was drooling looking at the wowotou in the hands of Han Chufan and others.

It seems that she usually can't even eat steamed buns.

"Uncle, you guys should eat too," Han Chufan said.

The old man waved his hand, we had eaten in the afternoon and we were not hungry.

As soon as my father-in-law finished speaking, his stomach growled.

Han Chufan looked at the buns on the table. These buns were not enough for these people.

My father-in-law deliberately gave this crotch to them.

"Come and eat together, we don't have a big appetite." Han Chufan gave the two steamed buns to his father-in-law and Xiaodong.

Xiaodong ate with big mouthfuls.

"You kid, you really don't understand the rules." The old man shook his head and said.

"Haha, kids, let's eat together."

After a simple meal and a sip of hot soup, my father-in-law began to clean up their place.

The room was very dirty, worse than the place where Han Chufan lived.

The drought didn't just affect Daxia, the Western Region was also affected.

It's just that Daxia was the first to be affected and was the most affected.

Coupled with the corruption in the Daxia court, the local gentry expropriated taxes and levies.

As a result, the people of Daxia are now living very miserable lives.

Daxia occupies the richest land in the world.

If there was no drought and the court officials could be more honest, the people of Daxia would definitely live the most prosperous life.

During the heyday of Daxia, people's lives were very good, and they could often eat pork, chicken, and duck meat.

Now the difference is too far. Most of the wealth is concentrated in the hands of a few people.

"Uncle, there is only one daughter in the family?" Han Chufan asked with a smile.

"I have an eldest daughter who is almost thirty now. She has long been married to the next village and is living a pretty good life.

There is also an old woman who has been ill for several years and is lying in the back room. "The old man pointed to the inner room and said.

Han Chufan nodded. My father-in-law's life is indeed not easy.

"Dang Dang Dang" there was a knock on the door.

"Nobles, you have worked hard along the way, please rest early.

The Holy Master is here, I'll go greet him. "After the old man finished speaking, he went to open the door.

A bald monk in worn-out cassock walked in, holding a large string of Buddhist beads in his hand.

"Trouble the saint."

"Amitabha, saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. It is so good."

The great monk said kindly and kindly.

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Han Chufan and others and walked into the back room without paying much attention.

The great monk recited a mantra in the back room, drew a few swastikas, and then walked out.

The old man quickly took out two taels of silver from his pocket and put it respectfully into the monk's hand.

Then he knelt on the ground and said, "Thank you, Holy Master."

"Amitabha, I'm leaving first."

"Congratulations to the holy master."

Seeing their father-in-law's pious look, Han Chufan and others were confused.

Is this the belief in Buddhism that the Buddhist people in the Western Regions have?

"Uncle, what was that bald donkey, ahem, that holy master just now doing?" Han Chufan asked curiously. "Noble sir, just now the Holy Master was praying for my old lady to get rid of her illness," the father-in-law said.

Han Chufan was speechless for a while. Can the disease be cured by chanting a mantra and drawing a ghost talisman?
What is the difference between this bald donkey and those qigong masters in previous lives?They only know how to cheat.

No wonder my husband's wife has been ill for so long and still hasn't gotten better. How can she get better just by relying on this thing?

"Is this how you all treat illnesses?"

"Yes, only the supreme magic power of the Holy Master can cure diseases." The old man's eyes were full of piety.

Come on, these people have been deceived by the bald donkeys.

The two taels of silver just now were probably my husband's year's savings.

Qiu Xuanyu and He Zidong looked at each other in confusion.

In Daxia, no matter how ignorant the place is, people still know how to see a doctor when they are sick.

But here, Buddhist monks are regarded as omnipotent by the poor.

"If I were not sick, these holy masters wouldn't come to my door, right?" Han Chufan asked again.

"They also come to our homes. The saints come to our village every year to pray for us, so that we can eliminate disasters and reach the Paradise of Paradise as soon as possible.

Getting rid of diseases is extra work and requires extra incense money. "

Good guy, these bald donkeys come to collect the hard-earned money of poor farmers every year, they are really animals.

My father-in-law and the others are so poor, yet they still come here to plunder them. They are simply not human beings.

Even more so than the gentry in Daxia.

What's even worse is that these ignorant Buddhist people have no idea that they are being deceived and exploited.

In these Buddhist countries, the class hierarchy is even stricter. Nobles will always be aristocrats, and paupers will always be paupers.

The largest nobles are those Buddhist disciples.

In such a comparison, Daxia is not bad, and people from poor families still have a way to study and become an official.

The father-in-law took the ghost talismans given by Bald Donkey very seriously and pasted them on his wife's bedside and on the beams of the hall.

Then he knelt on the ground and worshiped the ghost painting talisman devoutly.

His youngest daughter, Xiaodong, also came over and knelt down together.

Little did they know that the ghost-drawing talismans they regarded as treasures were useless.

This is a sad world, a hopeless world.

The next morning, Han Chufan and others set out.

"Uncle, we have to continue traveling west, take care of yourself." Han Chufan said with his hands in hand.

"Nobles, take care. There are many bandits and thieves on the way to the west, so be careful.

When the nobles come back from the country of Uzi in the west and come to the old man's house, the old man will definitely prepare delicious food for the nobles. " said the old man.

"Haha, okay, let's see uncle when we come back."

This old man is a good man, but it is a pity that he was born in this world.

Han Chufan and his party continued to go west.

"Father, there is silver on the table." Xiaodong exclaimed after returning to the room.

The old man picked up the silver and said, "This is a silver coin from Daxia. I have seen others use it before. This silver coin is also very popular here. It is actually a ten-tael silver coin."

"These noble people are really good people. They left so much money for us." Xiaodong said happily. With these ten taels of silver coins, they can live a better life.

"Old man." An old man's friendly voice came from the room.

"Old woman, why are you awake? The Buddha has appeared." The old man walked into the back room in surprise.

"I don't know what's going on, it seems that someone fed me some kind of pill this morning, and my body gradually recovered.

I remember he was a handsome young man. "My husband's wife rubbed her head and said.

"It was the nobles who saved you, not the Buddha who appeared."

(End of this chapter)