One hundred years of life passed in a flash. Thinking about it carefully, what was the most important thing in life?
Health and happiness. Poverty or wealth, all would be well as long as one was happy. The poor might not be unhappy, and the rich might not be happy. People had to think openly and see things with a carefree mind.
In the evening, the autumn wind was cool. The old people in the village squatted at the head of the village to smoke cigarettes after eating.
At about 9 p.m., Wang Yao went to Nanshan Hill alone. The hill was quiet. There was only the sound of the wind blowing the leaves.
In the herbal field, his dog didn't know where to go. An eagle was quietly sitting on a tree trunk. Its bright eyes were staring at Wang Yao. When he came closer, the eagle fluttered its wings a few times, which counted as a greeting.
"Great Master, where is San Xian?" Wang Yao asked.
