The young Daoist smiled sincerely. "I think I'm not even as good as those people. They're all better at making money than I am. I only have a tiny bit more cultivation than them, that's all."
After a pause, the young Daoist continued.
"Oh, right, brother. Didn't I go report it to the authorities just now? Once the constables brought those people in, they confessed right away. Miss Huang really was killed by them."
"You've earned yourself a great merit. Congratulations."
"Sigh, afterward, I went to Miss Huang's home to inform her parents. Only then did I learn that less than two years after Miss Huang died, her parents passed away too. The neighbors said that after Miss Huang was gone, her parents died from excessive grief. If Miss Huang knew, she'd probably be heartbroken, wouldn't she?"
The young Daoist looked somewhat saddened. "I've been out here for several years now. There are always too many things like this in the world."
"The eight sufferings of life: birth, aging, sickness, death, separation from those you love, meeting those you hate, not getting what you seek, and being unable to let go. They're all unavoidable."
"Is the world always like this?"
"It always is."
The young Daoist sighed and rubbed his stomach. "Thinking about it that way, even if I occasionally go hungry, it's really not such a big deal."
"You really know how to comfort yourself."
Tang Yu laughed, patted the young Daoist on the shoulder, and stood up. "It's going to rain soon. Let's pack up early and go visit Miss Xue's place."
The young Daoist looked up at the gloomy sky. It really was about to rain, and some of the street vendors had begun packing up to head home.
After packing up their stall, the two headed