Yes, there are also Pillars of God here. Along the way, Yan Saburo saw at least six statues of the Divine Pillar, as well as civilians who worshipped in front of the Divine Pillar.

There are countless bottles and cans on the stall, and the jars placed at the front have poured out samples for people to try. There's green spices in it.

The two walked over, and Yan Saburo took out a jelly bean: "This spice is ten catties." ”

The shopkeeper happily stuffed the whole jar to him, but Chitose pointed to an air-dried cricket hanging from the top of the jar and said, "What is this?"

If you look closely, it doesn't look like a cricket.

"This is a lacewing, and the lacewings I sell are all of the highest quality!" said the shopkeeper's face was full of pride.

Chitose narrowed her eyes, and suddenly had an ominous premonition: "You sold it?"

"Oh yes. Sure enough, the shopkeeper pointed to the jar that Yan Saburo had received, "What you bought is lacewings powder, the main ingredient is sandflies ground into powder, plus three-flavor incense accessories!"

She's just eaten the worm powder!

Chitose covered his mouth, only to feel a tumultuous stomach for a while.

......

Tsubazaburo waited on the side of the road for a long time, and Chitose walked back from the small lake.

Although she was covered by a black robe, he seemed to be able to see that her face was extremely ugly.

When she saw Yan Saburo, the first thing she said was: "Did you throw away the jar?"

"Hmm. He also thinks that the lacewings taste good and are worth developing, but there is no need to get along with Chitose. If my aunt and grandmother are not happy, they can make him unhappy.

Her anger gradually subsided, and she was interested: "Go back." ”

She went out happily and returned disappointed.

Yan Saburo had been observing the market for a long time, and then suddenly said, "The people here are very young. ”

"Huh?"

He reminded him, Chitose looked around, and sure enough, he found that the Tibetans in his line of sight were not very old, they were in their twenties, and children under the age of ten were running around the market. "I think so. ”

Yan Saburo lowered his chin to the east: "The easternmost seller on the street, the one who sells fruits, is the oldest I have seen in the market." ”

Chitose followed his line of sight, and sure enough, he saw that the fruit seller was about forty years old, and there were already clear crow's feet at the corners of her eyes.

Except for her, there are thousands of people coming and going in such a lively market, but there is no old man.

"Well, more than that. Chitose thought back to what he had seen along the way, "No wonder I always feel that something is wrong, since I stepped into the country of Hidden Tibet, I have never seen a few old men and old women!"

Zhu Xianlou's attendants were all young men and girls, and the boatman was only in his early twenties, and there was not a single old man in the village he passed by.

All the way to Dongfuliao.

No matter where in the world, more than half of the elderly go to the market to sell things, but here, there is not even a shadow!

The average age of the residents of Dongfuliao seems to be less than 30 years old.

It's all too rare to see a community at this age.

"What does that mean?" her eyes lit up, "can the people who live here stay old?"

"I don't think so. Yan Saburo shook his head, "Judging by his conversation, he doesn't look like an experienced and old person." ”

At this time, the two also walked around the market and returned to the original point. Chitose was a little disappointed, the fruits and vegetables were fresh, and the seafood was very vigorous, but she hardly saw the meat or delicate snacks, not even the candied dried fruits.

"Sugar is often used for pickled preserves. Yan Saburo reminded her.

Chitose suddenly realized. yes, sugar is too precious here, who would take it to pickle the fruit?

Alas, monks!

While waiting for them, the boatman had already eaten a large bowl of dried loach flour, when he wiped his mouth and asked, "Are you going back?"

These local residents are also willing to deal with the black-robed customers and make a lot of profits.

Chitose asked him, "Where have all you old people gone here?"

"Old man?" the boatman pointed to the fruit seller, "isn't that?"

"She's in her forties. ”

"Oh yes, we're very old here. The boatman looked at Yan Saburo with curiosity, "Can people live long in your place?"

Yan Saburo thought for a while and shook his head: "It's not long, the average is thirty or forty years old." ”

"What's the difference between that and here?"

That's a really good question. Yan Saburo replied: "In our world, there are three major culprits that cause people to lose their lives: war, famine, and plague. The town I was born in still freezes to death every winter. Does the Tibetan state have these problems?"

The boatman was stunned: "This?"

Under the rule of the gods, there may be friction and local conflicts between the dormitories, but there will never be large-scale wars, which does not need to be considered.

Famine, "The beet field on Qianming Island was suddenly plagued by insects, does this count?"

"Not really. "Chitose doesn't have a good airway," famine is usually accompanied by famine. Do you have one?"

"Yes. The boatman nodded blankly, "For many years, there has been a lack of food, and many people have starved to death. The priests said that it was because someone was becoming more lazy and angered the gods. As long as you are serious and diligent, the gods will naturally make the grain and fruits abundant. ”

"Well, you weren't trying hard enough. Well, there's one last item left. Chitose asked him, "Don't tell me that the Hidden Can't get sick?"

"Yes. This time, the boatman did not hesitate, "People who eat rice, noodles, meat and vegetables, and the filthy qi of the world has accumulated in their bodies for a long time, and of course they will get sick." ”

Chitose gave him a strange look. That's right, the civilians of Middle-earth may not be aware of it.

"The accumulation of filthy qi for a long time causes illness and old age, and finally leads to the end of life. The boatman asked, "What about you, but so?"

Yan Saburo was silent for a while before he said, "Almost." ”

"That's it. Isn't this all a natural cycle of birth, old age, sickness and death?" said this, and the boatman was full of yearning, "As long as you work hard and serve the gods faithfully in life, after the body decays, the soul will naturally enter the temple of the gods, be accepted by the gods, and be with them. At that time, it is the real Dzogchen. ”

"They?" Yan Saburo heard these two words again, "How many gods are there?"

"There are countless of them, and they all have great aspirations. "The boatman solemnly said, "When the world was destroyed, all the gods blessed us together to save our ancestors from natural disasters. ”

Chitose raised his eyebrows: "Isn't it a pity that no one in the Hidden Kingdom thinks it's a pity to die early?" Among a group of people, there are always a few thorns, and there are always people with backbones. This is the nature of the race, and no matter how good the local gods are, it is impossible to erase this characteristic.

A man is a man, not a tame lamb.

"Occasionally, there are really a few people who don't produce every day, but just advocate fallacies everywhere. The boatman looked disgusted, "and said that we are imprisoned without knowing it, phew." ”

Yan Saburo and Chitose glanced at each other: "And then?"