After the night of the torrential downpour, on the banks of the Jishui River, the young men of the village gathered to salvage a little rarity from the river.

However, at this moment, the rolling waves of Ji Shui's edge are screaming and shouting one after another.

The crowd was surging, and a certain part of the river was blocked.

The news that the young Ji Void had salvaged a "corpse" soon spread throughout the small fishing village.

In fact, it's not unheard of before when something like this happened.

However, after a torrential rain and flash flood, some beast corpses will inevitably drift in the water, and the villagers will sometimes see some people who have been killed.

Natural disasters are merciless, but manpower is endless, and it is not surprising that such a thing happened.

The people here have always been simple, and generally when encountering such a thing, the villagers will not covet the property of the deceased, but will only salvage the body and bury it in a simple pit.

Occasionally, when some unlucky situation occurs, everyone will invite the most respected person in the village, sacrifice and confess, and then throw the thing back into the river, as if it had not been salvaged.

This has been the case for more than 100 years.

Fortunately, the fishing village did not encounter any strange forces after all, and it was quite peaceful and peaceful.

Therefore, when the villagers who stayed in the village to clean up the mess heard about this, they were not so panicked, and even warned the children not to go to see any "water ghosts".

But this time, the situation seems to be different.

On the bank of the Jishui River, in the center of the crowd, everyone's eyes were extremely solemn, looking at the "corpse" in front of them, and they didn't dare to come out with a single one.

As for Ji Xukong, who was the person concerned, although his face was pale, there was a faint excitement in his eyes.

"You say, is this old man really dead?"

It was a long time before a young man with a newborn calf who was not afraid of tigers opened his mouth and asked, there are no taboos.

If it was normal, he would have been scolded by the uncles in the neighborhood.

Fished up in this river, soaked for most of the night, people are swollen, and there are still alive?

But this time, even the most well-informed people in the village couldn't make up their minds, and hesitated and didn't dare to speak out.

I saw that the old man who was salvaged by Ji Void had white hair, a ruddy complexion, a calm expression, and was wearing a robe that didn't look gorgeous, but it was better than natural and simple.

Not only that, but the old man's body is more surging and bright, although it is not obvious in broad daylight, but it also makes the onlookers quite dizzy.

At the same time, the old man's clothes were all dry, and he didn't look like he had just been fished out of the water.

As far as I can see in front of me, how can the "old fairy" who is clearly alive and well escape from the bones of a fairy wind be the unlucky "water ghost"?

The young man looked around in the void, and saw that most of the people were full of doubts, and no one spoke, so he took the initiative to step forward.

"Boy!" "Void!"

In the sincere concern of the neighbor's uncle, the little void showed a bright smile, and then cautiously approached the old man, sensing his snort and heartbeat, and soon breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately raised his head:

"He's alive!"

"Void...... Void, come back quickly! ”

Not far away, the expressions on everyone's faces not only did not relax at all, but became more anxious and kept shouting.

Ji Void followed everyone's gaze, and only then did he notice that at some point, a surging purple mist evaporated from the place where the old man was lying.

The villagers were afraid to avoid the mist, but Ji Xukong, who was in it, only felt comfortable and exhausted.

However, in order not to worry his parents, relatives and friends, he reluctantly left the old man's side and returned to the villagers.

And with the passage of time, the purple gas not only did not disperse, but became more and more intense, surging and immense, reflecting the nine-colored divine glow, reflecting this place as if it were a fairyland on earth.

At the same time, there is a faint fragrance of refreshing fragrance, which makes everyone present feel reborn.

Just when everyone was fascinated, from the outside of the crowd, there was a slightly noisy voice.

After a while, an old man with gray hair but relatively strong spirit appeared, surrounded by the villagers.

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Seeing this old man, the villagers seemed to have a backbone and came forward one after another.

The little void even took the initiative to run over, carefully supporting the other party to approach the bank of the Jishui River, and walked to the side of the old Taoist who was salvaged in the water.

Seeing the solemn expression of the old man beside him, and carefully looking at the old Taoist without blinking, Ji Xukong couldn't help but ask:

"Grandpa, you say, is he an immortal?"

When his words fell, the place was instantly silent, and everyone present was even more colorful, and immediately looked at the old man with an expectant face.

In fact, the question of the teenager is also a common doubt in the hearts of the villagers.

Hearing this, the crane-haired old man's eyes were shining, and he didn't answer directly, but said with heartfelt emotion:

"This person is countless times more terrifying than demons and monsters."

It's really a fairy!

In an instant, Ji Void was really excited, and his soul was about to fly out of the clouds.

Just when he was thinking about how to greet him when the old fairy woke up, his grandfather ordered everyone to throw the old fairy back into the Jishui River.

"Grandpa!?"

Ji Void's eyes were full of doubt and incomprehension.

Among the villagers present, some of them had the same expressions as Little Void, while others also nodded with a relieved expression.

Hearing this, the crane-haired old man touched the top of Ji Void's head, and said earnestly:

"He and we are not from the same world after all, and if we leave him behind, it is very likely that it will bring disaster to our village. Void you, understand? ”

Of course, the little void didn't fully understand Grandpa's words, but he intuitively felt that Grandpa Zu must be for everyone's good, so he stopped making noise, and only looked at the old fairy not far away with reluctance.

Seeing this, grandpa also comforted:

"Don't worry, the things in the river will definitely not hurt that person."

"Boom!"

And just as several young men stepped forward to lift the old immortal up, the latter opened his eyes.

The two golden dragon-like eyes were blazing, as if they had sunk into the depths of the firmament, making the bright sun seem to dim in an instant, and only the fairy light was eternal between heaven and earth.

Even so, the old immortal's body did not fluctuate in the slightest, and the onlookers only looked amazed, and were not shocked.

After a long time, the fairy light gradually subsided, and the old fairy "came to life" in the surprised eyes of everyone, got up, and walked around like a nobody.

After this day, in the small village on the bank of the Jishui River, there was such an old immortal.

His people eat and drink dew, meditate and participate in Zen.

Although he didn't have any food, he walked like a fly, which made the young people in the village unreachable.

In the early morning, the old Taoist will stand quietly on the bank of the Jishui River and watch the sunrise in the east.

And every time he turned to leave, there were still schools of fish gathered on the banks of the Jishui River, and they were reluctant to disperse.

If you go off the net at this time, you can often return with a full load.

Not only that, since the old Taoist stayed here, the village has been full of happy events, and it is peaceful and peaceful.

Therefore, the people in the village respect him more and more.

"I've seen the Taoist."

The people in the village, young and old, are extremely respectful to them, but they all take the initiative to say hello when they meet.

And the old Taoist did not rely on his identity, and nodded his head one by one.

It's just that the person never spoke.

After seeing the old fairy, the uncles and aunts in the village looked at the "followers" behind the old fairy with smiles on their faces, and quipped:

"Little Void, why don't you catch fish every day, and you don't be ashamed to follow the Taoist all day long!"

Whenever the villagers were teased like this, the little void just smiled back.

In fact, since the old immortal lived in the village, I don't know how many people have followed him, and there are even many people who kneel and bow nine times and want to worship him as a teacher.

It's just that the old fairy has never paid attention to these behaviors.

After a long time, everyone's minds will naturally be clear, and they will go with the flow. Only one Ji Void persevered, still insisted, and closely followed the old immortal.

Fortunately, these days, fishing in the village is extremely convenient, and there is often a lot of harvest, but there is no shortage of his labor, which has not yet grown.

After greeting with the enthusiastic uncle and aunt for a while, Ji Xukong immediately raised his eyes and looked at the slightly ethereal figure of the fairy wind in front of him, and couldn't help but be in a trance.

This day was already the fiftieth day that he had followed behind the old immortal.

And after these many days of coldness, the heart of the void to the path has not only not been erased, but has become more and more determined, and even his whole person has a sense of rebirth.

He wanted to practice, he wanted to ask!

In Ji Void's heart, there had never been such a firm thought.

He knew from the bottom of his heart that if he missed this opportunity in front of him, he would definitely regret it for life.

Thinking like this, Ji Xukong did not hesitate at all, and immediately ran up, catching up with the footsteps of the old immortal in front of him again.

The latter spends most of the day sitting on a hill not far from the village, his eyes slightly closed, and he is enlightened.

But today, it's different.

Just when Ji Xukong was honestly sitting far behind the old immortal, ready to learn as usual, he suddenly noticed that the old immortal did not close his eyes and practice, but looked straight at him.

At the same time as Ji Void was overjoyed, the old fairy's peaceful words came from his ears:

"What's your name?"

However, before the overjoyed Ji Void had time to speak, the old immortal had already said to himself:

"Well, Ji Void, it's a good name."

Hearing this, the young man in front of him couldn't help but be stunned, and then whispered in doubt:

"Dao Chief, I haven't answered yet...... Or have you heard about it from everyone? ”

Thinking of this possibility, Little Void couldn't help but be complacent.

Unexpectedly, in this regard, the old fairy smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, and asked rhetorically:

"Did you just not answer?"

Hearing this, the little void didn't think twice and said firmly: "Of course! ”

Seeing this, the old fairy seemed to want to break the casserole and ask to the end, and continued to ask:

"Are you sure?"

The old fairy's tone did not fluctuate in the slightest, and it was still the same as the cloudy and breezy appearance.

But at this moment, Ji Void's heart was bottomless.

Did he answer it? Or was he so happy that he answered too quickly and really forgot?

The young man's heart is naturally taboo, so he calmly shared his feelings one by one.

In this regard, the old fairy's face finally showed a hint of a smile, and he couldn't help but say:

"Yes or no, so what's the matter?"

"Whether there is or not is the void, Fang is the foundation of the avenue, and it is indeed a good name."

Listening to the old fairy's emotion, Ji Xukong seemed to understand whether he understood or not, but he also heard that the old fairy seemed to be very satisfied with himself, so he had the courage to ask:

"What should you call you, Dao Chief?"

When the words fell, I felt that the world was silent. The breeze was warm, everything was growing, and everything in front of me was so natural and simple, almost letting the small void with the clear Dao heart fall into it.

After a long time, there seemed to be a calm voice in his ears:

"Poor road, too clear."