Chapter 1079 (2/2)

In the field cottage, two people, one old and one young, were farming cattle in the field.

”Grandfather, grandfather, look at the sky!” Children pointed to the sky, white clouds were scattered by two people, ”there are gods!”

Grandfather coughed and said, ”they are not gods.”

The child looked at the sky until they could not see them. Then he lowered his head and continued to ask, ”grandfather, why do you say they are not gods? Don't you tell me the story that immortals can fly? ”

Grandfather touched his head and said, ”birds can fly, and birds are not gods. Although they can fly, they are not gods. They are monks. ”

”What is a monk?”

When children of this age have many problems, they ask.

But the old man patiently answered for him, saying: ”a monk is a life choice, just like some people choose to be an official, some choose to do business, and some choose to farm.”

”Some people choose to sell sugar gourd, some choose to sell sugar man, and some choose to sell rock sugar.” The child stares at the eye, say saliva but unconscious flow down.

”You little greedy.” Said the old man, sullenly.

The child laughed, wiped off his saliva, and continued: ”is that immortal also a profession?”

But my grandfather shook his head this time and said, ”immortality is not a profession, but a state of mind and a kind of morality.”

Children frown, a face turned into bitter gourd, he did not understand.

Grandfather rubbed his head and said with a smile, ”let me give you another example. Gods will give people rain, gods will give people wind, gods will give people crops and grain. But the friars will not. They will only rob the resources of mortals and gather all the good things around them. ”

”Why do friars do this? They are good or bad. ”

Grandfather said with a big smile: ”no, they are very bad. They think that when there are more good things, they are closer to being gods, but they don't know. The more so, the farther away they are from the gods. ”

”How stupid they are.” The child said with a smile.

The old man replied, ”not really.”

The old man looks like an ordinary old man, but with a child, he is farming in such a remote place.

In this barren land grow crops, in this dangerous place quiet and peaceful life.