Chapter 125 A Good Man Deserves A Good Reward

Niutou Village is located in the northeast of Qingzhou.

This is an unusual village.

The village chief's surname was Liu, and his name was Zhuang. He was over forty years old, loyal and kind-hearted, deeply loved by the villagers.

Most importantly, although he was honest, there were some aspects of his mind that were very exquisite.

The situation of Great Zhou in the past few years was not good, especially in Qing Zhou. Often, droughts were followed by snowstorms. Not to mention ordinary villages, even large cities were filled with starvation.

However, although Niutou Village had a miserable life these past few years, there were few tragic incidents of people starving to death.

This had something to do with Liu Zhuang taking Qing Zhuang up the mountain to hunt. For this reason, Liu Zhuang had been in danger several times, and the villagers had become more respectful towards him.

Guang Lingui woke up in a thatched cottage in Niutou Village.

He opened his eyes in a daze, aiming for a pair of big dark eyes.

"You're awake?" Seeing Guang Lingui wake up, the owner of the pair of eyes immediately said excitedly. "Wait, I'll go call Daddy over now."

The last person didn't forget to remind him, and then he jumped out of the room.

At that time, Guang Lingui slowly sat up from the somewhat dilapidated bed. He looked at his right arm, which was wrapped in sackcloth, and the blood had stopped long ago. However, his face was still somewhat pale. He had really lost too much blood on the way to escape. It was already impossible for him to be able to recover this life.

Guang Lingui thought of this and wanted to get out of bed.

But just as he put down his foot, the owner of the pair of eyes brought a middle-aged man in.

Guang Lingui was stunned. He subconsciously looked up and saw that the owner of the pair of eyes was a little girl who was only twelve or thirteen years old. This appearance seemed to be quite similar to the Buddha he had seen in his dream.

He was in a trance at that time and had the illusion that his dreams and reality were intertwined.

That feeling caused his already dizzy head to cramp, and his sitting body fell back onto the bed once again.

Seeing this, the little girl and the man hurriedly stepped forward.

The man was a rough man. Although he wanted to support Guang Lingui, the movements in his hand were too big. One of them did not grab Guang Lingui's right arm. The little monk's right arm was pulled like this, and a burst of colic came from it. He let out a painful cry, and his head tilted and he fainted again.

"Father!" Seeing this, the little girl stamped her feet in dissatisfaction. She was as dissatisfied with her careless father as she was with him.

The man also knew that he was in the wrong. He hurriedly checked the little monk's condition and made sure that he was fine. Then, he embarrassedly scratched the back of his head and looked at his daughter apologetically. However, the little girl gave the village chief a hard look.

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After Guang Lingui woke up again, it was already night.

The moment he opened his eyes, his eyes were still dark and large.

Compared to this afternoon, his condition was much better.

"You're awake?" The little girl seemed to have been guarding him the entire time. The instant he woke up, she leaned over and stretched out her little hand to help Guang Lingui 's somewhat weak body up.

"Where is this place?" Guang Lingui asked in a deep voice. He was much sober, but his mood wasn't too high.

He had always remembered the conflict in the Linglong Pavilion and was somewhat puzzled as to why such a thing had happened.

Could it really be that subduing demons and subduing demons was so difficult?

He did not understand why those people would stop him, and what was even more incomprehensible was why there were two voices in his heart.

The clear conversation was as if there were two souls living in his body.

This made him have no choice but to think about the question he had never thought about before, who exactly was he? Why would he stay in that ruined temple with that old monk? Who was the old monk? And who was he before that ruined temple?

It was as if the memories of these things were sealed by some unknown power. They were extremely blurry, and could even be considered as a blank space.

As long as he thought about these things carefully, he couldn't help but feel a wave of pain in his mind, causing him to feel extremely painful.

"This is Niutou Village." The girl heard Guang Lingui's question and replied without hesitation.

"Did you save me?" Guang Lingui was about to get out of bed again.

"Yes." The girl nodded, but she was a little worried about Guang Lingui. She hurriedly extended her hand to support him, in case he accidentally fell to the ground.

"Thank you." Guang Lingui turned his head to look at the girl with a lovely smile and said.

"It's fine." The girl was a little embarrassed by Guang Lingui's gaze. She narrowed her eyes, revealing her dimples and replied with a smile.

Guang Lingui was stunned. He felt that this girl's smile was very cute. She was so cute that it was like the spring breeze in March and the autumn rain in September. She did not come in a hurry, but it refreshed his heart.

"Oh right, are you a monk?" The little girl helped Guang Lingui to a wooden table and brought him a bowl of food from the back room. Although it was only some vegetables accompanied by rice, perhaps it was because he hadn't eaten for a long time. Just the fragrance of the rice made his index finger tremble.

"Yes." Guang Lingui nodded and began to eat the food in front of him.

"You must eat more. My father said that you are seriously injured and your bones are very weak." The little girl began to whisper in his ears, from Niutou Village's family head to how her village elder father took the villagers hunting in the mountains to earn a living.

Guang Lingui was accustomed to listening to the old monk's chatter in the broken temple. He did not feel bored by the little girl's tedious topic, but started chatting with her again and again.

"Hunting? What do you mean?"

"I'm just going to the mountains to catch those wild animals, snow rabbits, pheasants. Let me tell you, once my father caught a wild boar, that guy was really big. He let our villagers eat for more than half a month."

"Your father gave everything to the villagers?"

"That's right. My father said that everyone lives together. No one can predict this natural and man-made calamity. Since it's a village, we should help each other."

"Every time I have more things in my family, I will give them to others. Grandpa Hu at the village head is old, and my father will go over to take care of him every day!" Speaking of her father, the little girl's expression instantly lit up, as if she was very proud of it.

"Your father is really a good person." Guang Lingui, who was eating, suddenly stopped. He tilted his head and said. He thought that if everyone in the world was like a little girl, then he wouldn't have to think so hard about saving the lives of everyone.

"That's not true." Hearing this, the little girl raised her neck and raised her white jade-like chin high like a winning rooster. However, she suddenly seemed to have thought of something. Her expression darkened and she said, "However, there are still people in the village who say that my father is an idiot. In such a bad year, she doesn't want to save some food, instead, she just keeps giving it to others."

At this point, the little girl's face was filled with indignation.

"Hmm? Why? Didn't your father help the village so much? Why would anyone not like him?" Guang Lingui furrowed his brows at that time, feeling rather puzzled about this matter.

'"I don't know. I also told Father about this. But Father said that what others think is someone else's business, but what he does is his business. If he is to live up to his conscience, a good person will definitely get a good reward. Do you think my father is right?" The little girl turned her head to look at Guang Lingui and asked.

Guang Lingui was stunned when he heard this. He tilted his head and thought for a while before nodding and solemnly saying.

"Yes, I will. Good people will definitely get good rewards."

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