My name is White Wind, the white of the cabbage, the wind of the wind.

Died twice as a child!

I heard that when I was less than three years old, I was playing in the water and plunged into the tank, and no one was watching me, and when the adults found that I had choked to death, my face was purple and black, my heart was not beating at all, and my body was cold!

According to rural customs, children who die early are not buried in ancestral graves, nor are they used coffins.

My family wrapped me in a rag and took me to the barren mountain, intending to burn it and bury it. The gasoline was poured out, and he almost lit the fire with a shudder.

My father and mother couldn't bear it, and planned to look at it for a while, wanting to remember my appearance.

At this time, a bad old man in rags came out of nowhere, looking like he was asking for food.

His hair was unkempt like a chicken coop, and he was carrying a yellow-skinned wine gourd in his hand, taking a sip from time to time. There is also a shiny old brass smoking gun pinned to his waist.

From afar, you can smell the smell of alcohol all over his body, mixed with the smell of dry tobacco mixed with sour sweat.

The old man told his father and mother that he could save me, but there was one condition, he had to promise me to worship him as a teacher after I was seven years old.

My father had a violent temper, and when he looked at his sloppy appearance, he thought he was a madman running from somewhere.

The pain of losing a child is like a knife in my heart, and I am even more upset to watch him make trouble!

He picked up the stone at his feet and threw it at the old man's door, telling him to get out of the way and ask for a little money.

My mother couldn't drag my father, so I had to drag the old man and tell him to hurry up and leave, so as not to be broken.

But the old man didn't dodge or dodge, not only was he not afraid, but he also provoked his neck, stretched his head forward, and pointed at his father and yelled at him to smash his head.

Dad came stubbornly, and his blood rushed to make a mess, and he lifted the stone to him at once, and called on the old man's head impartially.

The mother was so frightened that she yelled, afraid that she would break the old man, but don't lose money in a lawsuit.

But the next scene made them stunned!

The imaginary head breaking and bleeding didn't happen at all, but the dog's head-sized piece of rough stone split into seven or eight petals!

The shock made my father's palms cracked, and the blood flowed straight down.

When I came back to my senses, my father and mother knew that I had met a master!

Ordinary people have already opened their brains when they call out this hairy stone, and they have to fall to the ground at the lightest, but this old man hasn't even scratched his skin!

Dad didn't care about the pain in his hands, so he quickly pulled his mother to kneel on the ground, kowtowed like pounding garlic, apologized, and begged the old man to save me.

The old man laughed and was not annoyed, patted his head and shouted at my father, "Don't beat me anymore? What's the matter, convincing or not? It's fate, I can save this child, can you two agree to my conditions? ”

How can my father and mother take care of anything else, I'm dead and cold, what else is there not to agree? What could be more important than life?!

The old man was not in a hurry, he moved a stone and sat down steadily, untied the shiny brass cigarette gun from the waistband of his tattered trousers, and stuffed the tobacco as if no one was around.

My father and mother were anxious, and knelt down again and again and begged him to save me.

The old man took a cigarette pouch in his mouth and followed a mouthful, unhurriedly, and muttered: "Don't be in a hurry, the hour has not yet come!" It's not early or late, it's going to be bad! ”

I saw him flick his fingers and calculate quickly, until he finished smoking the bag of cigarettes and got up steadily.

He bent down and pulled out the crumpled yellow paper from the tattered liberation shoes, which looked like a talisman.

Stretched out his hand and shook it in the air a few times, and the rune paper "whew" in his hand, the flame yellow bar was faintly blue, and it burned in the blink of an eye.

The old man carefully held the paper ash in the palm of his hand, and took out the yellow-skinned wine gourd from his arms. Opened the mouth of the gourd with his teeth, took a small sip, rinsed his mouth, spit the wine in the palm of his hand, rubbed a mud pill with the ashes, and couldn't help but open my mouth and stuff it.

The old man had words in his mouth, muttering a bunch of strange things that his father and mother couldn't understand.

After finishing this, he patted his ass and didn't go back, but just floated from afar: "Don't forget to promise me something!" I'll come back when the baby is seven years old! ”

It's strange to say, after swallowing the old man's random stuff, I miraculously woke up!

Spit out a lot of stinky black water, and the next day it will be alive and kicking like no one.

I died once, and my father and mother suppressed this matter, and I didn't dare to speak out, for fear that the people in the village would chew their tongues behind their backs!

It is said that if you don't die in a big disaster, you will have a blessing!

I thought that I would have a smooth ride and grow up all the time, but life is not as expected, and I still had an accident when I was seven years old!

I remember that summer, it was very wicked!

Heavy rains fell for more than ten days in a row, and the deep mountains were filled with water, and the mountain torrents poured down, rolling all over the big river loop and flooding into Tunzi, and most of the families were affected by the flood.

The thunder in the sky is also evil, as if it is pressed down around the tunzi, "clicking" and rolling back and forth, as if it is close to the ear, like an earthen cannon in the mine, which shocks the brain and buzzes with pain.

The lightning is also like a big long worm in the deep mountains that has reached the season of the colea, one by one, densely packed, brightening the thieves illuminated by the dark night sky.

The power was cut off in Tunli, and I couldn't watch cartoons. I simply lay on the windowsill and watched the lightning, measuring one by one.

Suddenly, a big ball of fire fell from the sky, dragging a long stream of fire to Tunzi!

I was so frightened that I took two steps down the kang and wanted to go to the next room to call my father, but before I could open the door, I heard a loud "boom"!

Followed by the dazzling firelight in front of me, I couldn't open my eyes with excitement!

There is a sound of a house collapsing in my ears!

I knew it must have been the fireball that hit the roof and knocked it down!

I rushed out in a hurry, and suddenly my head "bang", I was hit by the falling beam, and I was in pain, and I lost consciousness in the dark......

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I don't know how long it took, but I woke up in pain, as if I had a long dream.

In my dream, there was an old man in a white robe, with a kind face, who kept clenching his fists at me, and I couldn't remember what he said, but I felt inexplicable.

It was still dark in front of me, and I remembered what happened before I fell asleep, and quickly shouted for my father!

There was silence, the silence was terrible, and no one responded......

I struggled to sit up with a headache, but I found that I raised my hand and touched the wood, and I groped around to find that there was actually wood all around!

I could make sure it was in a sealed wooden box!

Headaches, darkness, fear, breathlessness......

I shouted at my father and mother in fear, slapped the wooden box hard, scratched and kicked wildly......

Where the hell is this?!

No one answered me, only endless darkness.

I tossed and turned, and felt that my body was gradually weak, my chest seemed to be pressed by a stone, I couldn't breathe, my head became more and more dizzy, and I couldn't open my eyelids.

I'm probably going to die......

In a daze, there was a sound of "stabbing and stinging" digging with a shovel, getting louder and louder, and finally digging was the sound of the shovel hitting the plank, sharp and piercing, I think this may be a hallucination before death!

"Hurry, hurry! It's too late to die! ”

There was a loud noise, a mess.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

"Crunch!"

The sealed wooden board was pried open, and the long-lost light penetrated in, which irritated me even more to open my eyes.

The fresh air after the rain with the sweet watermelon smell and earthy fragrance made my drowsy head feel excited!

I tried to open my eyes, and there was a rectangular blue sky above my head, and the sun was shining!

Dad and Mom were lying on the edge of the wooden board crying, I had never seen them so sad!

Tears dripped like beads of broken thread on the corners of my mouth and face, a wet piece, and I licked it, salty.

I'm not dead, it's good to be alive!

Struggling to sit up, but falling weakly.

My father and mother hurriedly helped me to sit up, and I realized that it was a coffin sitting under my buttocks!

The coffin was surrounded by people watching the excitement, but they were far away.

When they saw me out of the coffin, they were so frightened that they retreated again and again, as if they had seen a flood beast, I took a step forward, and they took several steps back!

An old man in tattered clothes, as if he was not afraid of me, came running for me.

His hair was unkempt like a chicken coop, he carried a yellow-skinned wine gourd in his hand, and an old brass smoking gun pinned to his waist, shining in the sun. Before I could get closer, I could smell the smell of alcohol all over his body, mixed with the smell of dry tobacco mixed with sour sweat.

My father and mother hurriedly helped me and knelt down with them, and it was the sloppy old man who came to me!

Thank you to him for saving my life again!

It turned out that the house where I lived collapsed that day, and my father and mother pulled me out of the rubble like crazy, and I was already smashing my breath by the beams, covered in blood.

My mother hugged my corpse and cried and passed out!

At this time, the old man who had saved me all those years ago came again, as if he knew that I was going to die, and he was not surprised at all.

He instructed my father and mother to put me in a coffin and bury me on the mountain to cover the heavens, and in seven days he would try to save me.

Seven days! I lay in a coffin for seven days! No wonder it feels like a long time!

The old man burped and said it was time to take me as an apprentice.

As soon as my mother heard this, tears flowed down her face, and she was reluctant to let him take me away.

The old man was also anxious, his face was red and his neck was thick, as if he had suffered a great grievance, what did you say that you didn't keep your word and saved me twice in a row, is this planning to cheat?

He also said that I was born with a mission, and I was born with a destiny, and I was born with five disadvantages and three deficiencies. Not only that, but this life is also full of death calamities, only by practicing with him and becoming a debut immortal can you fight against this rotten life!

My father knows that the old man is not an ordinary person, he is a great debut immortal master, and he really saved my two lives, which is a great kindness!

As soon as you sum it up with your mother, you can simply take it.

According to the agreement, I worshipped him as a teacher, and he did not take me away for the sake of us, so he built a few grass houses at the east end of the village and settled down, so that I could live at home or go to his place every day.

Originally, I resisted in my heart, mainly because I couldn't stand his tattered appearance, and the sour smell of sweat mixed with wine and dry smoke.

can't stand it, he always tricks out a handful of white rabbit toffee, and there are so many endless stories of mountain spirits and wild monsters, which are too tempting to resist.

What a cloudy day and rain, there are always demon foxes in the mountain graves have been howling sadly;

What kind of white-haired old yellow skin, on the night of the full moon, I like to squat on the top of the firewood and straw stack, holding my two front paws and worshipping the full moon all the time, that is in cultivation;

In the mountains, there are large long insects the size of buckets on the trees hugging several people, and their stomachs are bulging and ridged, which is clearly devouring the big guys, and they have to digest the food with the help of strangle;

There is a white-haired old hedgehog the size of a millstone in the deep mountains, with fruit on his back, standing and walking leisurely, coughing like an old man... Ahem...

Walking in the mountains and woods, there are spirits who have grown up for years and like to call people by name, but don't respond, as soon as you agree, you will be fascinated by the spirits, and you will never be able to get out of the forest again......

Such strange things, strange things, the master really has a lot of old noses in his stomach, and he can't fill a basket with a basket.

When I was young, I was always stunned by the stories told by the master, especially at night, when it was dark, I didn't dare to go out at all, and I had to be accompanied by an adult. But I'm afraid, these stories are really addictive, and I can't get enough of them......

The master is no different from those old men who listen to music and bask in the sun in the tunzi on weekdays, and I can't see any ability, until I saw his old man shoot with my own eyes, I didn't know how powerful he was!

At that time, I was about ten years old, and one day after school, I saw a large group of people arguing around the entrance of the village.