This is a mutton noodle soup, but I don’t know whether it’s because it has less meat and more water, or because it lacks technological expertise. The soup is really bland and tasteless, and it relies entirely on a few slices of mutton to bring out the freshness.

But in Mo Chuan's opinion, the fishy smell is not as refreshing as the clear water.

This made him miss that bowl of wontons even more.

"Brother, wasn't there a wonton seller here before? Why haven't you seen one selling wontons today?"

"Hey, Taoist Master also knows about He Tiaozi?"

The stall owner stopped kneading the noodles and looked over with a surprised expression. Mo Chuan's accent didn't sound like a local at all.

"I passed by before and had a bowl."

Mo Chuan felt disgusted in his heart, but kept his face calm while asking questions.

"Oh, no wonder! Alas, talking about He Tiaozi, how miserable!"

"What's wrong?"

"Well, He Tiaozi also had a hard life. His parents died early when he was a child. He managed to survive digging wild vegetables by himself. He married a wife and gave birth to a baby. He has just lived a good life for a few years. Who would have thought..."

"Alas! The three-year-old grandson died unexpectedly! Misfortunes never come singly. He went out to pick some land on a rainy day, and broke his back again and became paralyzed. Alas... This man was paralyzed, and he was not far away. It looked like he couldn't bear it.

It’s been two days.”

The stall owner was filled with emotion and sighed again and again.

"I heard that He Tiaozi broke his back. That's Sun Shou, a living child, who has been punished!" a diner next to him responded.

"A living descendant?" Mo Chuan was surprised.

"The Taoist priest doesn't know something. The longevity of the old man is limited by the longevity of his descendants..." The diners next to him started to show off with a mysterious face after hearing this.

It turns out that there is a local belief that the longevity of the elderly is borrowed from the longevity of their descendants.

The old man is alive, but the descendants are gone.

The reason why the grandson of He Tiaozi's eldest son died young was because He Tiaozi lived too long.

"May I ask He Tiaozi, how old are you this year?" Mo Chuan asked.

"Sixty-one years old, look, this isn't longevity, what is this?" said the diner.

Mo Chuan was silent when he heard the words, not knowing how to respond.

He hastily had two mouthfuls of noodles, paid twenty copper coins, and inquired about He Tiaozi's residence before getting up and leaving.

…

After He Tiaozi became paralyzed, he lived with his second son at the end of the town.

Mo Chuan asked around and finally found a place to live.

There were two adobe houses in a courtyard made of rubble. Mo Chuan walked to the firewood gate and was about to knock on the door when a suppressed quarrel suddenly came from the door.

"...Eat! Eat! Eat! People are about to be buried, so what kind of food can be given to them?"

It was a woman's voice, and it was full of vitriol.

"You bitch, what are you talking about? Ah? That's my dad! Can I leave him alone?"

"Don't worry! When he eats the dog's egg and dies young like your eldest nephew, will you feel at ease?"

"Bah! You, what did you say?"

"He, I'm telling you, if you want to be a virtuous son and a filial grandson, you can give me food. If Goudan gets into trouble, I won't be done with you."

There was a sound, a creak, and the door opened.

A dark-faced woman rushed out of the courtyard angrily and walked away.

"Dad, Mrs. Zhao is just like that. She has a sharp mouth but a soft heart. Don't take it to heart. Come on, get up and eat..."

The chattering sound came from the courtyard again.

"Dad, please take a few bites!"

"Dad! I know you are seeking death on purpose... That's all nonsense from outside. He Laoliu's parents died early, and no one has a living son. His son died when he was not even six years old? And He Laoliu and everyone else

kisses……"

"Dad, don't believe those messy things. My eldest nephew didn't get through it because he was not lucky enough to be born again. Why do you have to mess with yourself?"

"It's true, eldest brother, he didn't take good care of his eldest nephew, and he still had the shame to rely on the old man..."

"Stop talking, Dad, it's getting late. I'll put the food on the table and go to work."

The muttering stopped, and not long after, the courtyard door opened, and a dark, muscular man followed him out with a hoe.

Mo Chuan, who was pretending to be a passerby, looked at the strong man walking away, thought for a while, opened the firewood door and walked in.

Following the sound of weak and rapid breathing, Mo Chuan pushed open the dilapidated wooden door of the side room, and a stench hit his face.

Compared with the stench, the sight that greeted his eyes made Mo Chuan's heart palpitate even more.

I saw an old man who was skinny and skinny, supporting his body with one arm, twisting in a weird posture, and reaching out to grab the porridge and rice on the table.

He heard the sound of the door opening and looked around with a look of horror and embarrassment.

When he saw it was Mo Chuan, his face was obviously relieved, and then he retracted his hand in embarrassment.

"Who is Master Tao looking for?"

He looked at the dirty and smelly side room and asked with uneasiness on his face.

"I am a poor Taoist, do you still recognize me?"

Mo Chuan raised his hands and asked.

The old man squinted his eyes and looked carefully for a long time, then shook his head and said:

"The old man is confused and doesn't recognize him. Is there something wrong with me?"

"I tasted my old man's bowl of wontons in the town a few months ago, and I have never forgotten them. I passed by today and thought about eating a bowl to satisfy my craving, but I didn't expect... alas..." Mo Chuan sighed.

He Tiaozi was a little excited and a little sad when he heard this.

After a long while, he said: "What kind of wontons is the Taoist priest talking about? I'll give you the recipe."

Mo Chuan waved his hand: "Forget it, Pindao has always been lazy, so giving me the recipe is a waste. The one I made is the most delicious."

He Tiaozi smiled bitterly: "There's nothing we can do. The old man only has a few days left to live."

Mo Chuan looked solemn and said: "Pin Dao, the old man's appearance is not that of a short-lived person. I will definitely eat this bowl of wontons."

He Tiaozi was stunned, and just as he was about to speak, Mo Chuan pursed his lips and blew lightly.

【Spray】

——People have prophecies that if you spray something on it, it will change.

The prophecy was brushed away, and He Tiaozi's skinny body suddenly became filled with energy.

But in a blink of an eye, he returned to health.

He Tiaozi's whole body trembled. He held his legs with trembling hands, holding up the old quilt. It was the feeling of regaining his lost legs.

"This this……"

He Tiaozi, who had lived a miserable life and rarely shed tears, suddenly burst into tears. He rolled off the bed with a "pop" and knelt in front of Mo Chuan.

"Thank you, Immortal, for saving your life. I will kneel down for you."

He Tiaozi kowtowed repeatedly with runny nose and tears.

"Old man, take good care of your health and don't hurt yourself again! In two days, I'll look for you to eat that bowl of wontons again."

He Tiaozi raised his head when he heard the voice and was about to respond, but unexpectedly, his eyes were completely empty.

The immortal left quietly without knowing it.

"Da da da!"

Just at this moment, a burst of noisy footsteps came.

"Dad! Dad! Is there a thief at home..."

The slightly panicked voice of the second son came and stopped suddenly when it reached the door.

He looked at his father who had recovered as good as ever with a horrified look on his face, with a look of disbelief on his face.
Chapter completed!