My talent is resurrection

Chapter 313 Cut out a path!
Chen Jiu sat at the door with his head propped up until night, when the lights of Wanjia had been extinguished for a long time, only then did he see the charcoal seller staggering back.

Chen Jiu looked over and found that the charcoal behind the old man didn't seem to have diminished.

The swarthy old man put down the carbon and cursed: "It's a real treasure."

While cursing, he took a big puff of the dry tobacco that was no longer there, looked at Chen Jiu, hesitated for a while, took out half a piece of dough cake that had been covered stiffly from his arms, tore it in half fairly, and handed it to Chen Jiu. Chen Jiudao.

"Let's be half of each other."

Chen Jiu waved his hand and smiled, "No need."

Seeing this, the old man didn't force it, he took the other half of the cake back into his arms, and began to eat in small bites.

Chen Jiu sat on the stool until the next day the old man set off with black charcoal on his back.

He is like a bystander, wanting to see the truth from it.

It was getting colder and colder.

The old man didn't seem to have thick clothes. He was already wearing thin clothes in the windy and snowy weather, and he carried black charcoal to and fro every day.

Heitan didn't sell much, but the old man seemed to have lost a lot of weight, and his already short body looked like a dark wooden stick.

Chen Jiu has been sitting on the wooden bench, and has never moved.

For some reason, the old man didn't care about Chen Jiu's existence anymore. He just went about his own business every day, complained a few words from time to time, but staggered forward with black charcoal on his back.

Sitting on the stool, Chen Jiuduan's eyes became more and more dull as time went by, from being a little worried about the old man at the beginning to being completely indifferent now.

He just sits there.

God-like.

No one noticed.

The old man parked on the street today with his black charcoal on his back. The wind and snow were too heavy, and he was a little cold, so he stopped here for a while and waited for the rain and snow to subside a little before going home.

The old man took out the tobacco rod, knocked it hard on the ground, knocked out the few remaining tobacco residues, and took a deep breath of the aftertaste inside.

A group of rough and strong men came to the street full of wind and snow, laughing and playing, carrying wine jugs, talking about which girl is the prettiest.

The old man stopped his steps and moved the basket behind his back, so as not to block the passage of these people.

But with this move, the black charcoal on the top of the basket fell down in a flash and touched the trousers of one of the strong men.

The old man was stunned on the spot, then curled up and hurriedly apologized to the strong man.

The strong man drank the wine, his heart was full of anger, he grabbed the old man's shoulder and cursed angrily.

"You stupid old thing, you dare to dirty the bottom of the trousers you bought recently, bah!"

The brawny man spit on the old man's face and scolded angrily: "Dog, what do you think should I do?!"

With his head down and his body trembling, the old man faltered and said, "I'll help you...take it and wash it."

The strong man slapped the old man, making the old man dizzy, and then cursed angrily, "I need you, an old bastard, to help me wash these trousers, you pay me all of them for ten taels of silver."

The old man's body trembled, and he cried, "Where can I get ten taels of silver?"

The strong man threw the old man away, spit on him, and said with disdain: "How do I know, even if you sell the house, you have to pay me the money, or when I come to the door in person, you will be ready Coffin."

After the strong man reprimanded the old man, he asked his companions, "Where is this old man from? Do any of you know him?"

One of them smiled and said: "I know you, the old man who sells carbon in the north of the city, next time I will go with you to ask for debts."

Several big men talked and laughed, stepped on the wind and snow and walked away.

The old man sat in the snow in a daze, and suddenly burst into tears. After a while, he picked up the black charcoal that had fallen on the ground, looked at it blankly for a while, and then walked forward hunchbacked with the basket on his back.

Chen Jiu sat on the stool, there was no emotion in his eyes, and his whole body seemed a little illusory.

The old man didn't care about him, as if Chen Jiu had never appeared before, he put down the baskets in the courtyard and stood there blankly, not knowing how to get together the ten taels of silver.

Doesn't this just make it clear that he will kill him?
The old man sobbed and cried for a while, then got up tremblingly, picked up the basket, and planned to sell it outside again. If the business was good and he saved a few taels of silver, then he would ask them to be kind and accommodating. can do.

So today the old man went out very early and returned home very late.

When he came back, his face was bitter, and the black charcoal on his back was only reduced a little. He sat in the corner, took out the tobacco rod, and tapped it vigorously.

On the second day, the old man still went out very early.

On the third day, the old man went out as usual.

On the fourth day, the old man went out very late to visit the coffin shop, bought the cheapest one and put it at home.

The fragility of life is undoubtedly revealed at this moment, and the words of the strong man make the old man lose all hope, and the cheapest coffin has already been arranged.

Chen Jiu's body was illusory, sitting there like a god, he had a panoramic view of everything, but he didn't move.

The avenue is ruthless.

When he transforms into the Dao, he has to look at the world with cold eyes, not to be moved, not to think about it, but to observe the Tao with the world as a scene.

The old man spent the last few copper coins to buy some tobacco in the last few days, sitting in the courtyard, smoking the dry tobacco with a bitter face.

He is waiting to die.

Today's wind and snow have picked up again, and the blowing is extremely cold, cold to the bone marrow, making people shiver.

The light in Chen Jiu's pupils gradually dimmed, and seemed to be extinguished, and his body was illusory, as if he was about to step into the threshold of the avenue.

The old man took two puffs of dry tobacco, threw it down, and began to cry bitterly.

Chen Jiu's empty consciousness froze, and he looked towards the weeping reputation. When he saw the old man, there was no wave in his heart, and he seemed unable to arouse his emotions.

He looked illusoryly, his brows suddenly frowned, and he suddenly recalled all the past in his heart.

The avenue is ruthless.

But he has never walked the avenue, and has always followed his own path, so the ruthlessness of the avenue has never had anything to do with him.

He can do as he pleases.

The dim light in Chen Jiu's pupils gradually brightened, and his phantom body gradually solidified.

From heaven to man.

The gloomy weather of this day suddenly brightened, and the sun was shining brightly.

Chen Jiu got up from the bench, picked up a chopping knife, walked to the courtyard, and laughed with the old man.

"You stay here and don't move around until I come back."

The old man nodded blankly.

Chen Jiu came out of the courtyard and stood on the street. He saw a few thick and big men coming towards him, laughing and cursing, discussing how to deal with the old man who didn't know what to do.

A strong man said that if the old man gave money, he would only beat him once, and if he had no money, he would force the old man to transfer the house to them, otherwise he would make his life worse than death.

Speaking of this, the strong men laughed even louder, as if bullying the old man made them extremely happy.

Chen Jiu turned over the hatchet in his hand and grinned.

Surging cut off with a knife.

Cut out your own path!

(End of this chapter)