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"Haha, hee, hee." This is the voice of a four-year-old child in a dream, dancing and clutching something in the air from time to time, the father outside the courtyard is threshing rice, the mother is busy in front of the spinning wheel outside the kitchen, a whole chicken is stewed in the pot, a whole sheet of bread is pasted in the stove, and the smoke above the chimney shows the happiness of the family of three. Under the lazy sunset, the happiness and hope of such an ordinary family are pinned.

"Child, it's time to get the child up and eat, the sun has to carry over the mountain." This poor peasant man could already see that he had suffered since he was a child, and his face was full of visible vicissitudes and sufferings with folds and ravines.

It was dusk after the busy work, the family sat together, a table was set on the kang, a pot of hot chicken, stacks of thick flatbread and the washed white and green green onions, and a drop of dripping halazi in the corner of the table, "Daddy, mother, when can I eat, I'm so hungry。。。。。。 Such a small dot looked at the oily stewed chicken on the table in the corner of the table.

"Silly boy, today is the autumn festival, and all the food on the table must wait until the sun sets and the god of agriculture has enjoyed it, otherwise the seeds in the field will not sprout and grow in the coming year." The mother touched the child's little face and said. The child puffed out his mouth, his eyes kept staring at the dishes on the table, and it was easy to stay up until the last wisp of the sun faded, a large cake in his left hand, a green onion in his right hand, and a bowl of chicken soup in front of him, so he feasted on it, the father looked at the child, couldn't help laughing, but there was a faint trace of anxiety, he would never forget the day the child was born, ten thousand thunders, blood rain, thousands of miles of loess was dyed red, and every time the father wanted to name the child, there was a blood thunder in the sky in front of him, So that now the child has no name, the village temple Zhu thought that this son was very unknown, and was disgusted by the whole village, forced to move to the foot of the mountain outside the village, the child's right wrist has a dark ink birthmark, like a word like a painting, the dragon flies and the snake dances, and from time to time it will burn up, has been tormenting the child.

The child's father also looked for a fortune teller, a Xuanjia warlock, but was only cheated out of some money, but last year, an old monk in white passed by, and after seeing the child, he was shocked to drop a bowl full of porridge and rice, and left a string of white jade Buddha beads and a rosary robe that looked valuable, and let it be placed under the child's bed. When asked about the child's name, the old monk just sighed: "The abandoned son of heaven is the only one who can be named by heaven." ”

Two years later, the child is already six years old, and he already has some youthful heroism, and at this time he is carrying a basket to deliver food to his father in the field, and he has a child's satisfaction in his heart, and he can help his hard-working parents do something, and he is happily running in the field. But accidents often happen so inadvertently.

"Ahh How the butt doesn't hurt at all. ”

"That。。。。。。 Uncle, can you please get up, it's so uncomfortable to press on my face. The young man squeaked and said under the ass of this Taoist priest.

"Oh, my mother is a ghost Buddha, I scared the Taoist to death." Frightened, this Taoist priest jumped high.

The young man slowly got up from the ground, patted the soil on his body, and thought to himself how bad luck he had gone today, and he was hit by a Taoist priest flying down from the sky to deliver food to his father, and he was still butt to face. He quietly raised his head and glanced at the Taoist priest, but he was an unkempt and bearded old man, even the Taoist robe on his body was tattered, and there were not even a few hairs left in the dust in his hands. But the child bowed respectfully.

The Taoist priest looked at the young man in front of him, brushed a few strands of hair in front of his forehead, and pretended to be a fairy wind bone. "Where is this place?" The young man was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly replied, "This is outside Fujia Village at the foot of Liuliang Mountain on the edge of the Imperial City, who are you, uncle, how could you fall from the sky." ”

"Hmph, what a little broken child, call everyone uncle." The Taoist priest straightened his clothes, shook off the dust, turned his back, coughed and cleared his throat, and said: "I am the mother-in-law of the Qingshui Yuan Dao Sect, the first yuan of the Hongshi Great Immortal Fire Fusion Zhenjun, the Nine Qing Divine Emperor, and the three gods are a salvation guide, and the immortal is also, and the poor Taoist law is called 'Lao Fengzi'。。。。。。。。 ”

"That。。。。。。 Governor. The corners of Lao Fengzi's mouth, who was still talking, suddenly twitched, his body turned his head stiffly, and asked faintly, "What do you call me。。。。。。 The young man didn't feel the slightest strangeness in the atmosphere, and still said, "Dao Chief, I only understood your name when you said so much, I want to bring food to my father now, so I won't talk to you, Dao Chief, goodbye." With that, he picked up the basket and left.

The Taoist priest suddenly turned around and looked at him with a smile, which made him suddenly feel a chill in his back and tremble in his calves. "Come on, kid, let Poor Dao see if you were hurt just now." The Taoist priest smiled and beckoned to him to pass, and he smiled and said to the Taoist priest that he was not injured and thanked him for his kindness. But in the end, he didn't resist the Taoist priest's 'kindness' and walked to the Taoist priest's side.

"Uncle Dao Chief, I'm really fine, you don't have to worry."

“。。。。。。”

"Huh? Dao Chief, you can talk as you speak, why are you taking off my pants. ”

“。。。。。。”

"Woooo

"Stinky boy, dare to call this Daoist Master by name, see if Bendao Master doesn't beat your ass into ninety-nine eighty-one petals."

The sunset was like blood, and the screams echoed in the sky.

Long......

The young man lifted his pants with an aggrieved face, looked at the Taoist priest with a satisfied look in his eyes, Lao Fengzi straightened out his clothes that had been untidy because of the strenuous exercise just now, and stood up satisfied, the young man stared at Lao Fengzi with a misty look, and Lao Fengzi was also stared at with goosebumps.

"Okay, okay, poor Dao just started a little heavy, Amitayus Buddha." Lao Fengzi made flowers in his hands, his eyes slightly closed, but he kept glancing at the young man next to him. "Woo woo woo, the Taoist is a liar." The tears still flowed uncontrollably. Lao Fengzi was a little helpless when he heard this, and suddenly became fierce, "Don't cry, if you cry again, you will take off your pants." The effect of these words was immediate, and immediately the roots of his ears were quiet, and the young man's mouth was firmly closed. At this time, Lao Fengzi saw the basket that the young man was holding tightly in his hand, and couldn't help grinning again.

"The poor road has been open to the valley for many years, and it has long ceased to eat the fireworks in the world, but today I have traveled here, and then I have a small appetite, and the yellow-mouthed child is not ready to offer the things in the box." Lao Fengzi licked his lips and hooked his finger at him.

The young man swallowed a mouthful of saliva violently, and subconsciously clutched the food box beside him, as well as 。。。。。。 That freshly fastened waistband;