Prehistoric: Beginning with Foolish Old Man Moving the Mountains

The training location chosen by Fang Yang is located in a thousand-year-old "ancient city" called Qiyuan City.

This city is the capital of the Loulan Kingdom and is named after Meng Qiyuan, the founding emperor of the Loulan Kingdom. For thousands of years, the royal family of Loulan Kingdom believed in the Immortality Religion and spread its teachings widely.

The Faxiang of Life called himself "Heavenly Doctor" and opened a medical clinic called "Huichun Tower". The Faxiang of Death took the pseudonym "Shi Jian" and opened a coffin shop called "Baishantang".

Huichun Tower and Baishan Hall opened on the same day, causing a huge sensation in Qiyuan City. Because no one has ever seen a medical clinic and a coffin shop open opposite each other.

On the first day of its opening, a large number of people went to the Gyeonggi Prefecture to complain, saying that Baishandang had affected the feng shui and luck of Qiyuan City and might shake the foundation of the country.

There are two officials in Gyeonggi Prefecture, and the opinions of the people must be listened to. However, Baishantang has a background of Wu Shengjiao, and even the imperial court dare not offend them. As a result, the officials of Gyeonggi Province could only act as scapegoats and bear the abuse and accusations of the common people on behalf of the deceased Dharma Prime Minister.

The abuse from the common people is temporary, but after a long time, they will get used to it. No matter how much they scold them, they will live their lives how they want.

As soon as the banner "Don't charge a penny, the coffin will be given as a gift" was pulled out, the first business came to the sparsely populated Baishan Hall.

"Boss, I'm destined to be a match, and I want a coffin!"

A dandy with oily hair and pink face, dressed in fine clothes and with a jade pendant hanging around his waist, walked in. Beside him were two Xiaosi.

"Isn't this the eldest son of the Chen family? The Chen family is so rich, but they still need a coffin?"

"Hush! Free coffin, don't give it up.

Outside the door, some onlookers whispered and communicated with each other. They looked at Mr. Chen with contempt in their eyes.

"Who did you buy it for?"

Fang Yang didn't even raise his head, thinking about the issues of survival and death.

"Give it to my dad!"

Mr. Chen closed the folding fan in his hand and started walking around the store. He looked at the coffins one by one, tapping them with his hands from time to time, listening to the sound of the coffins.

"How's your dad in shape?"

"How do I know this? I'm buying a coffin, not clothes. Boss, are you still selling it?"

Mr. Chen became impatient, rolled up his sleeves, came to the counter, and stared at Fang Yang angrily.

Fang Yang was not afraid of him. He looked at Mr. Chen with a deep look, and his eyes met Mr. Chen's:

"One question, what does your father's death mean to you?"

When Fang Yang saw him, Mr. Chen's whole body was filled with excitement, and all his domineering and anger disappeared.

He said with some timidity:

"Of course it's a good thing. If the old man is alive, I'm not allowed to do this or that. It's just right that he's dead. I'm free and can do whatever I want."

Fang Yang thought for a moment and nodded: "You are indeed destined. There are thirteen coffins in my backyard. I will give them all to you for free!"

Mr. Chen was overjoyed when he heard this.

"Really?"

Fang Yang glanced at Mr. Chen again. Mr. Chen had no doubts anymore and asked one of the servants to go back and call someone to move the coffin into the store.

"Thirteen mouthfuls, one for my father, one for my mother, one for my eldest brother, one for my second aunt, one for my cousin, one for myself, exactly thirteen. I got a great bargain today and saved a lot of money! Dad. He usually scolds me and says I am ignorant and incompetent. Today I want to let him know that I can also save money for my family."

In a matter of moments, Mr. Chen assigned owners to the thirteen coffins.

To his great surprise, there were exactly thirteen people in their family, and each person had a coffin. No matter who passed away, they did not need to buy a coffin.

The news that Mr. Chen moved thirteen coffins from "Baishantang" without spending a penny spread quickly.

Soon, many people in the city came here to see the coffin and gathered at the entrance of Baishan Hall, waiting to receive the coffin.

"Next!"

Fang Yang's second customer is a woman dressed in white flowers, with a naturally charming look. She was dressed in mourning clothes, her eyes were red, she could be said to be looking pretty with tears and rain, and her make-up was full of peony smoke.

"Who did you buy it for?"

"For my eldest son."

Fang Yang raised his head and stared at the woman deeply. When Fang Yang saw the woman, she shuddered all over and became dizzy.

"What does the death of your elder brother mean to you?"

"Relief! I've had enough of this cowardly, cowardly and unambitious man. Living with such a man has no joy or surprise in life.

In comparison, Huichun Tower's business was sluggish.

The main reason is that opposite Huichun Building is a coffin shop, which gives people the feeling that after stepping into Huichun Building, they will enter the coffin shop next.

Seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune is a normal reaction of all people.

However, Fang Yang repeated his old tricks and put up a banner at the door that said "donate doctors and medicines, and compensation will be paid if you die", and there was an endless stream of patients coming.

The first person who came in was a young man. His face was pale, his eyes were dull, and he obviously lacked kidney energy.

"I don't want you to be free, I just want you to keep it secret!"

As soon as the young man came in, he slammed the table.

"This store does not charge any fees, but I can guarantee that we will never reveal our customers' secrets."

Fang Yang, who looked like an old man, walked out of the counter and said to the young master.

"Oh? Is there such a good thing?"

"Ok!"

Fang Yang nodded heavily, "However, the young master has to answer a question first."

"what is the problem?"

"Master, what is the meaning of life?"

"What's the meaning of living?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, and answered without thinking, "Of course it's to enjoy life. Life passes by for hundreds of years. If you don't enjoy it, what's the point of living?"

"Okay! I'm here to check on the young master's kidney failure."

The second person who came to see the doctor was a middle-aged woman. Her hands were calloused and her face was covered with frost.

"What is the meaning of the guest's life?"

The middle-aged woman smiled very happily: "For the sake of the children. The old woman's greatest achievement in this life is to raise my ten sons. The old woman's greatest wish is to watch them get married and support my Cai family. Loose leaves.”

"Well! You are sick due to overwork. I will prescribe a medicinal diet for you. You can adjust it yourself and you will recover soon."

All kinds of people and all kinds of things appear in Fang Yang's shop every day.

Fang Yang refused to refuse anyone who came, and after asking them questions, everything was free.

In fact, the cave where these people live belongs to Fang Yang, and he has been providing various resources to his believers for free.

Wandering between life and death, Fang Yang's understanding of life and death changes with each passing day.

One hundred years, two hundred years, four hundred years, four hundred and fifty years, five hundred years.

In less than five hundred years, Fang Yang has almost understood the true meaning of life and death.

However, he did not stop, he still wanted to peek into the mystery of Yin and Yang from life and death.