The old man was desperate.
"Daoist priest, please help me."
His hands were full of calluses and cracks, and he looked particularly sorrowful and worn.
"My wife passed early, and I raised my son alone. I saw him marry and have children, and life seemed to get better, but then he had an accident while doing business at sea, the whole ship swallowed by the waves. My daughter-in-law refused to keep widowhood, took the family money, and ran off with her lover. I was left to raise my little grandson alone."
The hardest sickness to cure in this world is poverty.
He had to look after the child and find ways to earn enough for the household's basic needs.
"After the child was lost, I've searched for over ten years, been to many places, walked countless roads. But there was nothing, only pairs upon pairs of worn-out shoes."
"But I'm old now, and I can't walk for many more years."
As he spoke, he was about to kneel on the ground but was stopped by Bao Pu.
