Xiao Jian could not help asking, "Senior, you are already advanced in years. Why must you handle everything personally? You can simply leave these matters to your disciples!"
"Hehe, Fellow Daoist Xiao, with every bowl of gruel and every meal, one must remember the hardships of Daoists; with every word and every deed, one must emulate the Dao Ancestor's compassion. Meditation is cultivation, refining qi is cultivation, and giving out gruel as an act of kindness is even more so cultivation. This old Daoist has distributed gruel for a full fifty years. Though I am now on the verge of the grave, I still dare not slacken!" After resting briefly, Dao Shan said with a smile.
"Hiss..." Not only was Xiao Jian astonished, even Xiao Hua was greatly shocked! Distributing gruel for a full fifty years! That was not something an ordinary person could accomplish! At once, Xiao Hua felt that he had lived his two hundred years like a dog!
Though he said that, Dao Shan was old after all. The wooden ladle was large, and after scooping out several more bowls, the old Daoist truly could not lift it any longer.
"Yuan Ya..." Xiao Jian shouted. "Where the hell did you run off to? Hurry over here and help Senior serve the food!!"
"Yes, Master!" Yuan Ya answered and stepped out. Yet the moment he emerged from the shadows behind Xiao Hua, his silhouette swept across the white gruel, and the gathered beggars all revealed frightened expressions!
"Daoist Master Xiao, let this lowly one do it!" Seeing that Dao Shan had not frowned, yet there was clearly some unease in his eyes, Liu Yi hurriedly jumped down from the carriage.
Liu Yi had a sweet tongue. Walking up to Dao Shan, he respectfully bowed and said, "Grandpa Daoist,