The old man’s idea was very simple. Since Zhang Daoran was not a god, the little fear in his heart disappeared a lot.

Zhang Daoran is now unsure of his intentions and does not know what kind of person he is. The old man subconsciously thought that there were many people, so he would definitely shock Zhang Daoran and make him dare not do anything randomly.

Although there are not many residents on the top of the mountain, there are four or five families. Although there are not young and strong people, there are more than a dozen people. Now it is a society ruled by law, and you can call the police with just one phone number. The use of the elderly is very simple, and the neighbor next door has a phone number.

After calling the police, all the neighbors in the yard came. Even if there is danger, it can be resolved. Even if Zhang Daoran really has no malicious intentions, doing so is a safe means.

A bitter smile appeared on Zhang Daoran's face. The moment the old man shouted for help, Zhang Daoran was already very clear about the various thoughts in the old man's heart. Zhang Daoran even felt a little amused and crying: "Brother-in-law, why are you? If you think I am an evil cultivator with a bad mind, I will leave..."

Looking at the old man who was protecting Chu Meng tightly, Zhang Daoran shook his head and was about to leave.

Chu Meng didn't understand at all why grandpa was so alert, and the fear and fear just now in the medical reform.

"Grandpa, this god is not a bad person... You look at his eyes, so kind and looks are not scary..."

Zhang Daoran was slightly stunned. Children were purely judged by their appearance. However, Zhang Daoran felt much more comfortable when Chu Meng said this.

"People should not behave like a person. Often, a kind appearance will cover up an evil heart... Xiao Meng, you are still young, you don't understand these..."

When the old man saw that Zhang Daoran was about to leave, he did not rely on his magical power to do things that harmed the heavens and reason, he felt a little relieved. However, he did not relax his vigilance. People in the mountains usually slept early, so the neighbors should get up and come here soon.

There are always unknown dangers in the mountains. Although there are no snakes, insects, tigers and leopards, neighbors are united with each other and do not help each other even if they have difficulties. As loudly as today, neighbors will not sit idly by.

"Is the story of Big Bad Wolf and Little Red Riding Hood?"

A trace of fear flashed in Chu Meng's eyes, and she looked at Zhang Daoran, no longer so close, but a little prepared.

The old man didn't know what the big bad wolf Little Red Riding Hood was, but the old man was still relieved that his granddaughter could understand his intention. He nodded and whispered again: "It's almost the same, it's even more terrifying than the big bad wolf."

The old man didn't know how terrible the big bad wolf was in his granddaughter's eyes. Anyway, he was so scared that he said nothing wrong.

From the beginning, the old man respected himself like a tiger and regarded himself as a god. Until now, he regarded himself as an evil cultivator. He spoke with caution and called for help. The change in the middle made Zhang Daoran feel helpless. Although the conversation between the grandfather and grandson was small, Zhang Daoran could hear it clearly.

He shook his head and thoughts about to leave. At this time, someone had already rushed in with a broom and a stick in this simple yard: "San brother, what happened?"

Suddenly, he saw Zhang Daoran in the yard. The person who broke in glared: "Who are you, what are you doing here?"

But they didn't care about the other party wearing Taoist robe. They couldn't see clearly in the night. Zhang Daoran was tall, bringing a sense of four oppression. However, they were many people, and they had weapons, and they were very brave.

Seeing more than a dozen people breaking in, all men and women, all of them were old men. The youngest was in their sixties, and the oldest was behind them, panting, already in their seventies or eighties.

There are no young and strong people, no children, only old people.

Zhang Daoran sighed, stopped and did not leave: "I am practicing Sihu County Road. I came here by accident. Don't blame me for all the lay people..."

"A Taoist priest..." The person who entered the yard was stunned: "What are the Taoist priests doing here? Where is Sihu County? I haven't heard of it... You leave now..."

Taoist priests are different from monks, but they give people the impression of good and bad, and most of them are difficult to distinguish between good and evil. Monks are different, and there are very few bad monks. Zhang Daoran sighed: "Most monks beg for alms are successful, but Taoist priests do not have such treatment, and Taoist priests never beg for alms."

These residents don’t know about Zhang Daoran’s psychological activities, and Mr. Chu shouted for help, which means that this Taoist priest is not a good person. Although two fists cannot beat four hands, they are numerous and powerful, but they still don’t want to fight.

Xiao Meng's grandfather, who originally wanted his neighbor to call the police, did not say this when he saw the neighbor coming. Just as he was about to speak, Zhang Daoran turned around: "I will naturally leave..."

But Xiao Meng's grandfather's kneeling, this cause and effect still needs to be resolved. Frowning, Zhang Daoran said, "Brother Chu, you are suffering from a stubborn disease and your life is not long. After suffering these years, because your children passed away, in order not to affect Xiao Meng's future, you insist on it. You can't hold on for a few years. You can't see Xiao Meng grow up, and you can't protect her for a few years..."

The people in the yard were stunned. In the dark night, they could not see the changes in the face of everyone in the yard. One of the old men asked, "San brother, are you sick? What disease? Why don't you say it?"

Chu's father-in-law died very hard. He lost his wife in middle age and lost his son in old age. Only one granddaughter depends on each other. If he gets sick again, who can support this family? Can Xiaomeng? Can you take care of yourself and survive? What should I do when I go to school in the future? Who will manage Xiaomeng's future marriage?

Zhang Daoran's words successfully diverted everyone's attention. No longer entangled where Zhang Daoran came from and the purpose of coming here.

Mr. Chu was shocked. He had been sick for about two years. No one knew about this except himself. Who did Zhang Daoran hear about it? I know so much?

He lowered his head and looked at his granddaughter. His ignorant face showed a hint of worry. The poor children had long been in the family. Although Chu Meng was ignorant at the age of ignorance, he knew that his grandfather was his only support now. Without his grandfather, he would be alone.

Old Mr. Chu felt ache in his heart and tears rose in his eyes. This is his son's only bloodline and his only bloodline in the generation. Xiao Meng, who is only eight years old this year, if she has no self, who can take care of Xiao Meng?

Eat a hundred families or beg? Or... Get married early? Can you be happy in the future?

Mr. Chu thought about these worries for more than two years, but no one could tell them. The family had no source of income because they lost their son and daughter-in-law. The already poor family had no money to treat themselves. Moreover, this disease was not easy to treat...

Zhang Daoran saw that he was sick at first sight, and Mr. Chu was shocked and scared. What was shocked was that Zhang Daoran had probably found out everything in his family for his granddaughter. What was afraid of was what Zhang Daoran would do next.

Without answering his neighbor's question, Chu Zhang looked struggling on his face: "You are here deliberately, what do you want my granddaughter to do?"

When Mr. Chu said that, everyone's attention was immediately turned to Zhang Daoran.

"A person becomes a spirit, and he becomes more and more clear as he lives. This sentence is true..."

Mr. Chu successfully changed the topic. Zhang Daoran shook his head, looked at the residents around him, and did not answer Mr. Chu's question. Instead, he said hesitantly: "I came here by accident. All this was a coincidence. I did not plan anything. With my ability, if I want to plan something, I would not waste so many words."

Mr. Chu could understand, but Mr. Chu's neighbors were a little confused.

Before they could think too much, Zhang Daoran's voice continued to come: "I am a practitioner of Taoism, and good thoughts are the first. Those who practice evil will be punished, and I will not do evil things. Because when you kneel down, you must solve the cause and effect between you and you. If this burden of cause and effect is not solved, it will be detrimental to my practice."

The people here do not know how to practice or bear cause and effect. They are becoming more and more confused, and they cannot understand the Taoist priest's words and actions.

Mr. Chu didn't know how to bear the cause and effect, but he suddenly understood the intention of Zhang Daoran staying.

"The practitioners of Taoism have good thoughts first. When Mr. Chu knelt down and bear the cause and effect, I must help..." Zhang Daoran turned his hand and added a pill: "Your disease is incurable to others, and your life will last for a few years at most. In my Daor, it is the medicine that can cure the disease..."
Chapter completed!