Journey to the West begins with a full-level Tang monk

Chapter 1383

For the first time, Tang Seng gave birth to relying on his own cultivation strength.The idea of ​​interfering with the operation of the small world court.

However, this matter is not as simple as being resolved by force.

Tang Seng is clear about his identity, and he also knows that no matter how long it takes to travel in this small world, he will eventually leave this small world.

If you can't establish a long-term effective operating mechanism to alleviate the suffering of the people's livelihood in the world, then all your efforts will eventually become a phantom of thunder and lightning.

When he left, everything went back to the way it was.

It is very likely that more people will suffer innocently, so it is better to do nothing.

And relying on the support of his own chaotic world and his own wealth, even if he solves the temporary suffering of the people, it will only treat the symptoms but not the root cause, and it is impossible to fundamentally change the lives of the people.

It's like in that world, if you want to change the lives of the people, you need to find someone who can continue to stick to your ideas after you leave.

Just like those two cheap disciples.

Seeing that Tang Seng didn't speak, the old man didn't say anything more.

In his heart, he has now basically decided that Tang Seng is definitely a person who can change the morals of this world.

It is also the hope of the old man.

"Old man, I have some rice here, which should be able to help you through this difficult summer."

While talking, Tang Seng released several sacks with a gesture.

Seeing Tang Seng's miraculous method, he just pointed at it, and a sack appeared on the ground, which was naturally the rice Tang Seng said.

Although the old man knew that Tang Seng was by no means a mortal, such a miraculous method still surprised him.

He hastily got down to the ground and unsealed the sack, and when he saw the white rice inside, he immediately knelt down to Tang Seng: "The Buddha is really the one who saves the suffering, thank you, the little old man!"

Tang Seng quickly stretched out his hand to help the old man up.

In other worlds, there are noble people who would not bow down to five buckets of rice, but in this world, let alone five buckets of rice, even if it is one bucket of rice.Someone will kneel down for you.

With the support of Tang Seng, the old man stood up tremblingly, and said to Tang Seng: "I also ask the Buddha to do a little favor and hide these rice in the cellar of my house. If they are left outside, they might be robbed someday." gone."

Tang Seng asked: "Who will rob? Is it those corrupt officials?"

Shaking his head, the old man said: "It's not just corrupt officials, there are also some robbers, there are too many people who can't survive in this world, so some people go to the mountains to become bandits, and some people block the road and become robbers. But those thieves basically don't rob ordinary poor people, because they can't get anything. But there are exceptions, if I let those thieves know that my house has hidden these rice, then they will definitely patronize. At that time, not only will Losing this rice may even lead to death."

Tang Seng sighed slightly, he didn't expect this world to collapse to such an extent.

If you want to put him on the right track.It's really not an easy task.

It was impossible for Tang Seng to be in the village all the time, but in order to avoid what the old man said just now, he opened a secret cellar in the house and put rice in it as the old man said.

"With this rice, not only the little old man's family can have enough food. Even if the family in the village can't open the pot, the little old man can also donate a little. :
Looking at the rice bag that was put into the cellar, the old man felt more at ease, and said to Tang Seng.

Tang Seng nodded secretly when he heard the words. Although the old man's family is poor, he can still think about his fellow villagers when he has surplus food. This is definitely a rare quality. It seems that he did not save the wrong person.

It is really such a world, everyone's ability is extremely limited, it is not easy to take care of their own life and death, who has the spare power to take care of other people?
Tang Seng thought for a while and said: "Since the old man still has the idea of ​​helping other villagers, the poor monk distributed two more bags of rice. Originally, the poor monk wanted to distribute some rice to the poor. But now that he knows that bandits are rampant, if Excessive publicity will attract bandits and harm these people. The old man will try his best to secretly help the folks."

"Then thank you Buddha, oh..."

The old man sighed and said to Tang Seng: "In this world, there is really no way for the poor to survive. The little old man will not know when he will die. Zhou Ji folks are also for their own way of life, and when the little old man is away At that time, if everyone is grateful for Ender, that’s fine too. Take care of my grandson.”

"Grandpa, you won't die, you'll never die, don't die."

When the little boy heard his grandfather say this, he immediately rushed forward, tears rolling down his eyes.

Tang Seng said with a slight smile: "Old man, you don't have to worry about this. The elixir that the poor monk gave you just now can prolong your life. With your current body and bones getting better and better, you can live another three or forty years." It’s definitely not a problem, if you don’t encounter any wars or disasters, even if you live to be over a hundred years old, it won’t be a problem!”

Hearing what Tang Seng said, the old man looked shocked, and hastily bent down and knelt down for Tang Seng again.

Tang Seng stretched out his hand to support him, he was not used to being kneeled by this old man.

"Buddha, your elixir is too expensive, it's really not worth wasting it on a child."

The old man first had a smile on his face, but he said in embarrassment.

He never thought that he could still eat such a pill with his status. This is definitely a great fortune, which is equivalent to smoke from the ancestral grave.

Tang Seng smiled, waved his hands, and didn't want to say anything else. According to what he said just now, he put two more bags of rice.

Just now, when he entered the chaotic world, he was ready to help those poor people, but since the world is too chaotic, Tang Seng didn't dare to take this risk.

"Old man, don't tell outsiders about the poor monk's ability to use mana. Otherwise, if people find out, it will probably hurt you. After all, some people will grab you and mark you three times when they hear such things, and then Pry your tongue open and ask for your confession, it won't be worth it for you to say that."

Tang Seng made the matter very serious on purpose, he was worried that the old man would slip up and bring disaster to himself.

"Understood, the little old man has a strict tone of voice. Since the Buddha will not let him speak, then the little old man will not speak even if he is beaten to death." The old man hastily expressed his opinion.

Tang Seng nodded slightly. He was talking about something just now, but he suddenly raised his head and looked outside the house.

(End of this chapter)