A few days passed in a blink of an eye, and the Lantern Festival was about to come.

On the morning of the 14th day of the first lunar month, Zhang Daoran took Zhang Yifang on the streets of the county town. Because Fang Tong suggested that he would go home to celebrate the Lantern Festival, Zhang Daoran then had the intention to come to the county town to stroll.

"Teacher, buy some Lantern Festival..."

There are Lantern Festival sales in the supermarket, and there are also sales everywhere on the street. Zhang Daoran and Zhang Yifang had just arrived at the county town and had not yet gone to the supermarket, they saw many Lantern Festival stalls surrounded by people. This was the first time Zhang Yifang saw Lantern Festival when he was awake and was very moved.

Zhang Daoran nodded and Zhang Yifang leaned over.

After a while, Zhang Yifang was carrying a white plastic bag containing two or three kilograms of Lantern Festival.

Zhang Daoran took the Lantern Festival from Zhang Yifang and took it into the gray space while no one was paying attention.

This is not the first time Zhang Yifang has seen Zhang Daoran have such magical skills. Although he was curious about how Zhang Daoran did it, he did not dare to ask.

I bought a lot of things one after another, especially yellow paper, brushes, rice paper, incense-burning candles, etc. Secondly, I bought some snacks. Zhang Daoran went to the pet store and bought a lot of dog food.

Speaking of what to eat, Laolang prefers dog food. If there are bones and dog food, Laolang will pick the dog food clean and eat it, and the bones will be eaten at the end.

There was also Dalong, who also started eating dog food, which made Zhang Daoran feel helpless.

After buying all the things you need to buy, Zhang Daoran wanted to go back, but Zhang Yifang walked towards a singer. There were people coming and going on the street, and few people could stop and listen to the wandering singers singing, and only few were willing to pay.

After all, Sihu County is a small county town, not as good as a big city, and there is no opportunity for wandering singers to display their talents.

The wandering singer is not young, about forty years old. He is wearing a leather jacket with a cracked opening, a washed white jeans, sneakers, a gentleman's hat on his head, a pair of sunglasses, and playing the guitar hard. His throat is a bit hoarse and his singing tone is a bit weird, similar to rock.

Zhang Daoran did not approach, and his eyes stayed on the wandering singer for a few seconds. His eyes fell behind the wandering singer and sat on the suitcase, a child. He was not old in his childhood, but only five or six years old. His eyes were very lively and he looked around.

The wandering singer turned around and looked behind him from time to time. Under her sunglasses, Zhang Daoran could still see the doting slightest hint of pampering in his eyes, smile and satisfaction on his face when he looked at the child.

The clothes worn by the children are a bit old and not fit well, and their little face is red with cold.

Zhang Yifang didn't pay much attention to the wandering singer, so he focused on the child. After standing for about ten seconds, he took out a fifty-yuan bill from the cuff, placed it in the box in front of the wandering singer, and turned around and left.

Seeing the largest denomination in the box, the wandering singer stopped singing. He silently put away the box, carried the guitar, and took the child away.

Zhang Daoran had a smile on his face. Perhaps Zhang Yifang gave money because of his previous experience and seeing that child, his kindness in his heart, and he was influenced by his kindness.

Zhang Yifang lowered his head and followed Zhang Daoran, and found that Zhang Daoran was not dissatisfied with what happened just now, so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

After walking around the street for a while, Zhang Daoran gradually felt bored and felt that he was out of touch with the bustle of the streets here and had no intention of walking around again. He took Zhang Yi to the station. It was already afternoon and it was time to go back.

The county town station is located on the east side of the county town, close to the commercial street, not far from here. As he walked, Zhang Daoran suddenly stopped. Zhang Yifang also stopped and looked at the wandering singer who just now brought a chicken leg to a homeless man with a child.

"Dad..." the child held the corner of the wandering singer's clothes and raised his cold red face and asked: "Why is this uncle wandering? Why are there so many people here and no one helping him? Although we are also wandering, there are still many kind-hearted people who help us."

While walking, the wandering singer stretched out his hand to touch the child's head. He found Zhang Daoran and Zhang Yifang who were following behind and smiled and said, "The good and evil of people's hearts cannot be judged by whether they help others or not. Perhaps the person who often helps others is a thief or a hooligan. Or maybe he has never helped others, he is a kind person. We just need to be ourselves and accumulate blessings now, and blessings and descendants."

"Then, is that uncle often what his father said that his father did not do good things and would only be retribution for his evil things if he did too many evil things?"

The child seemed to understand but he asked naively.

I thought that this wandering singer would make those remarks when he saw them two Taoist priests, but now Zhang Daoran discovered that the way this wandering singer educates his children is completely different.

"It's almost the same..."

The wandering singer touched the child's head and stopped talking. The child still asked: "Is this why my father often helps others and does good deeds, and is afraid that I will become a homeless man like that uncle in the future?"

The wandering singer was slightly stunned, Zhang Daoran was slightly stunned, his whole body was a little numb, and an indescribable feeling spread throughout his body.

"We Chinese often say that we accumulate virtue in eight lifetimes to bring peace to our descendants. Therefore, doing more good things will bring blessings to our descendants. If we do evil things, it will harm our descendants... All kinds of good and evil in this life will be punished by Dad... Let you lose your mother, maybe it is the evil that Dad did in this life that he did."

Zhang Daoran walked forward numbly, and there seemed to be a flash of lightning in his mind, roaring.

"The predecessors accumulate virtue, and the descendants accumulate blessings. The predecessors do evil, and the descendants suffer. In this life, good and evil are imposed on me, and they will not leave their descendants..."

In the past and present life, the cultures of the two worlds are not much different, but the explanation of burden is completely different from that in the past life. Zhang Daoran also checked on the Internet what burden is, but in the end there was no result.

A few words from the wandering singer just now made Zhang Daoran remember that he had read an explanation about bearing burden in his previous life. Recalling all his actions since he practiced Taoism, he found that his understanding of the word bearing was deviated.

"A few words I heard accidentally gave me some insights..."

Zhang Daoran clasped his fists with both hands and bowed deeply to the father and son.

Growing alone, no one can confirm the path of cultivation with himself. These few words solved many of Zhang Daoran’s doubts.

Zhang Yifang was stunned: "Teacher..."

At this moment, Zhang Yifang obviously felt the relaxed expression on the teacher's face, a hint of relief. Zhang Yifang was a little confused. Why didn't he feel it when he heard the same words?

Zhang Daoran smiled and said, "There was a teacher of one word in ancient times. Today, I have benefited a lot and gained a lot of insights."

The father and son seemed to be going to the station to take the bus. Zhang Daoran met the father and son again outside the waiting hall of the station: "Xiaoyan, Dad has no money to take the bus. Tonight, we two may have to sleep on the streets again."

"Oh..." The child named Xiaoyan was a little confused: "It's okay, Dad said that when Dad becomes a big star, he will take me to a five-star hotel. Dad, will you become a big star?"

"Yes, your father will become a big star."
Chapter completed!