One summer in the 80s of the last century, an old Taoist priest from Youfang took a little apprentice and traveled to the middle of Sichuan. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Seeing the bunker mountain from afar, the well-informed old Taoist priest found that this sudden bunker mountain was different. In the misty clouds on the top of the mountain, the old Taoist priest faintly saw a trace of spiritual light, flashing above the clouds, wandering, as if there was nothing.

"Hell, it's time for our master and apprentice to get lucky." The old Taoist priest put up a pergola in his hand and stared at the top of the bunker for a long time.

The fifteen or sixteen-year-old little apprentice glanced at his master.

His master was as thin as a shrimp, with withered yellow hair, small triangular eyes, and a lewd smile on his face. He has traveled almost half of China with Master, and Master always says that one day they will be lucky, they will have no worries about food and clothing, and they will become gods and immortals.

The little apprentice doesn't want to become a god, he just wants to eat three meals a day, and he just wants to have a warm home that children of his age have. The dreams of those immortals are like the clouds and mist of the bunker mountain in front of them, so ethereal.

Look at his master again, like a monkey who has just evolved into a human form, how can he have a little fairy temperament. A few tattered ancient books in the baggage became the support of Master's fanatical dream of immortals.

The little apprentice didn't like his master at all, he always reprimanded him harshly and beat him, and often experimented on him, pricking him with those golden needles, and making him eat those messy so-called pills. Once, he was almost poisoned by his master's elixir and fell asleep for three days and three nights.

He always called him a ghost, never called him a Taoist name, he had a very nice Taoist name - Huchenzi. It was given to him by his master. Shigong is a kind old man with white hair. Hu Chenzi felt that Shigong was a fairy-like character.

At that time, the three of them lived in a small Taoist temple in Zhongnan Mountain, which was a small courtyard house, and there were three generations of their ancestors and grandchildren in the Taoist temple.

Later, on a cloudy autumn morning, Shigong died. He sat on a white stone at the top of the hill and died peacefully.

The master said that the master is not dead, but has been feathered and ascended to immortality. He saw colorful auspicious clouds surrounding Shigong, fairy music fluttering from the sky, cranes flying on the mountain, and Shigong sitting on the cranes and leaving.

Hu Chenzi didn't see anything, he didn't hear anything, he only knew that his master was dead, and he would never see his master who loved him again.

When the master died, the master took him away from the Taoist temple and traveled everywhere. Master said that Master Gong obtained a strange treasure when he was traveling in the early years, and then practiced diligently to become an immortal. He also wants to travel the world in search of strange treasures, and one day become an immortal.

Master said that a Taoist priest who does not want to become an immortal is not a good Taoist. Hu Chenzi was very suspicious of Master's words, and felt that how could a person like him become an immortal. He doesn't want to become an immortal, nor does he want to be a good Taoist, he just wants to eat three meals a day, which is his most urgent ideal at present.

He is growing his body, and it is the time when he needs nutrition the most. Although the master was not very good to him, he still tried to let him eat as much as he could, so he was fat and fat, and his face was very happy.

Master also has a very nice Taoist name - Mao Yunzi. It's just that Xun Chenzi feels that the master's obscene appearance is not worthy of the elegant and dusty Taoist name given to him by his master.

Moreover, the master did not follow the teachings of the master very much, and often did things that were contrary to the morality of the practitioners. For example, when you are hungry and thirsty, you do some petty theft, such as taking advantage of other people's daughters-in-law to take advantage of other people's daughters-in-law. Every time, Master always smiled and said that it is not too much to take expediency.

"Hell, Master is talking to you, you wood." Mao Yunzi reached out and pinched Chenzi's face.

The face of the dust is chubby and very fleshy, and it is very comfortable to pinch.

Hu Chenzi was pinched by the master and grinned, "Master, is it that someone in the village in front of us is looking for us to do something, we have braised pork to eat at noon today." ”

"If you don't have any interest, you know how to eat, and you eat like a pig." Mao Yunzi pointed to the bunker mountain and said to Huchenzi, "Look at the mountain in front of you, it rises suddenly, stands out from the crowd, the mountain is misty and misty, and there is a flash of spiritual light in the clouds, there must be a treasure that we have been looking for for a long time." ”

Dusty stood on tiptoe and looked at the top of the mountain with great effort, but he saw nothing but the clouds drifting around. He would rather see a white steamed bun than see any spiritual light.

As the saying goes, Wangshan runs a dead horse, and the bunker mountain looks close at hand, but by the time the master and apprentice reached the foot of the mountain, it was already early afternoon.

"Master, I'm so hungry that I can't walk." Huchenzi sat on a stone at the foot of the mountain and didn't want to move.

"Hell, it's useless, let's give you something to eat." Mao Yunzi took out two steamed buns that were already cold from the baggage and handed them to Hu Chenzi.

"Master, don't you eat?" Hu Chenzi grabbed the two steamed buns in his hands, for fear that the master would snatch them back.

"You eat, just sit down for the teacher and breathe for a while." She sat cross-legged on the stone, closed her eyes and began to breathe.

The steamed buns are cold and hard, but the dust is very sweet. As long as it is something that can be eaten, Huchenzi will eat it very seriously and eat it very sweetly, as if he was born to eat.

After eating two dry and cold steamed buns, Huchenzi was a little thirsty and wanted to find water to drink. But looking at the appearance of an old monk in Maoyunzi, he still couldn't help it.

It wasn't until he opened his eyes after he finished pranayama that he said, "Master, I'm thirsty and want to drink water." ”

"Nothing out of the way, all day long, what else can you do besides eating and drinking?" Mao Yunzi raised his hand and knocked on the head of Hu Chenzi.

Don't look at the thin and dry Yunzi, the strength of the hands is big, the dust was knocked by him and frowned, and said, "I, I can still serve you, Master." ”

"Let's go, there's a small village on the mountainside, where can I get some water to drink?" Mao Yunzi walked towards the mountainside with Huchenzi.

On a summer afternoon, the village is a little quiet, the adults are taking a nap, and the children are running to play in the Qingshui River at the bottom of the mountain.

There is a vegetable patch at the head of the village, and the red, green, and green tomatoes hang on the branches, and the unique smell is carried by the wind.

"Master, I want to eat tomatoes." Huchenzi stood still by the vegetable patch.

"Hell, were you born to eat?" Mao Yunzi kicked Huchenzi, and seeing that there was no one in private, he prepared to go to the field to pick a few ripe tomatoes.

Hu Chenzi knew that the master was going to implement an expedient measure again, so he hurriedly looked around and gave the master the wind.

"What are you doing here?" A crisp voice startled Mao Yunzi, who was about to make a move.

"We, we ......" Hun Chenzi looked at the little girl with a bucket in front of him, stammering and speechless.

It was a little girl of eight or nine years old, wearing a patched floral dress, with bare feet, and watery eyes staring at the master and apprentice without blinking.

Huchenzi's eyes were straight, and such a pure little girl was like a clear spring flowing down from the rocks. The slight smile on the corner of his mouth was like a gentle ripple spreading out with the wind.