Nagarjuna had already admired Confucianism and Taoism, and when he returned from Chang'an, he wanted to bring some Middle-earth calendars back.

However, the astronomical calendar is a royal secret art, and it has always been forbidden to pass it on privately, and finally got the private calendar of the Dadao family in the East Market from the hands of the black market merchants.

Since Kailash Bochen returned from turning the mountain, the master and apprentice were in Tianzhu, but they used the calendar of Middle-earth. Jushan's coughing up blood, but for some reason, it never flares up again, and his body is getting stronger and stronger.

Nagarjuna loves Jushan even more, but love is like candy, you give him more, and leave less for others, and the disciples and grandchildren who are the same age as Jushan, those former playmates are even more jealous of him.

The thin boy who had been bullied by them in the past, a stranger who was regarded as a Shudra by Tianzhu's friends, no longer got sick and coughed up blood from time to time, and grew taller and taller.

Once, when the four older teenagers teamed up to bully Jushan, they were beaten by him and their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen. After that, they no longer dared to blatantly humiliate him.

However, they isolated him even more, not only did they not play with him, they did not study with him, they did not eat with him, they often laughed at him as a Shudra, ridiculed him as an outcast without father and mother, and ridiculed him for liking Manasha as just a toad who wanted to eat swan meat......

That summer night, after waiting for the master to rest, Jushan practiced swordsmanship under the moon. Suddenly, he heard someone calling him under the shade of the tree, the dark clouds dispersed, and he finally saw clearly under the moonlight that it was Manasha, the "black beauty" he hadn't seen for a long time.

Jushan was a little surprised at his sluggishness: this was the person he had thought about day and night, even if her skin color was hidden in the night, but if it was before, he would have found out a long time ago, how could he make the black beauty wait for so long.

It turned out that Manasha came up the mountain to play, missed the carriage and horses coming down the mountain, and the moon was dark and the wind was high, so she was a little scared, and she wanted Jushan to accompany him back. Jushan put away his sword and readily agreed, and the two went down the mountain silently.

They had their own hearts and minds, and they didn't say much, and after a while, they went down to the clouds and rain mountains. Out of the mountain gate, Jushan suddenly said: "Didn't you go back to your house and take the road over there?" Manasha's face turned red, but she said, "This path is closer......"

This path is very deserted, the mountains and rocks are dense, after walking for a long time, Manasha suddenly fell, and the giant mountain hurriedly leaned over to help, but a strong wind hit behind him, he responded very quickly, and returned to the sword to block.

But after all, he was young, and he had never used the exquisite swordsmanship in front of the enemy, and a strong force knocked him forward, and he rolled with the momentum, but the grass in front of him suddenly fell...... It's a pit.

The mountain fell into a dry well hundreds of feet deep, and his left leg hit a broken jar, breaking his leg bone, but fortunately the bottom of the well was mostly sludge......

No, according to the smell, it is probably the dung of people, animals, cattle and horses. The sourness of this thing after fermentation is really not enough for outsiders.

The giant mountain looked up at the mouth of the well, which was only the size of a plum, which showed how deep the dry well was...... He was so frightened that he couldn't help but cry out for help, but he didn't respond to anything but the echo of the well wall.

After a while, there was a muffled sound of "bang" in the distance, and the mouth of the well was actually sealed by a boulder. He yelled for a long time, exhausted, but still had a hint of luck: if Manasha hadn't been killed, maybe someone would have gone to save me......

But he didn't wait after all, and no one could hear it in the quiet night, let alone in the noisy daytime...... After many days, he finally knew that shouting loudly was just a waste of effort, it was better to save some strength and think about how to get out.

Fifty-six days later, at the bottom of the mountain, a young man with a broken leg covered in maggots crawled out of a hole in the ground next to the well. The mouth of the well was sealed by a boulder, and he must have made a hole in the wall of the dry well, dug upwards, and finally bypassed the sealed boulder and climbed out.

I really don't know how a teenager with a broken leg did all this with just some broken pottery shards and yoga kung fu? And when he climbed out, he didn't care about being covered in feces, he just picked up a wooden stick and stood up, limping towards Yunyu Mountain.

The children along the road all sang around him: stinky and smelly, big bugs, ashamed or not ashamed, crawling all over his body! There was a companion boy from Dalong Temple, who was obese and nicknamed Jin San Fat, and when he passed by, he couldn't help retching a few times, and said with a smile: "Isn't this Miju Mountain?" Master Nagarjuna, they couldn't find you for two months, so it turned out that you went into hiding to cultivate immortals!

"Tsk——, how many places of pure cultivation, why do you want to cultivate in the dung pit, you are full of flies and maggots, have you cultivated into a 'maggot god'? What admiration, haha-"

When these onlookers saw that he was covered in feces and exuded an astonishing rancid stench, they couldn't help but burst into laughter when they heard the word "maggot god...... The foul-tongued boy kicked his stick away again, and he fell again...... But what does this compare to what happened to him in the well? After all, he gritted his teeth and crawled back to the Great Dragon Temple.

Nagarjuna, Ma Ming and the others were almost desperate because they had been looking for him for days, and they were all stunned when they saw him. Three days later, I don't know how many times I washed my body, but there was still a faint smell of feces on Jushan's body, and only Nagarjuna didn't dislike him.

Later, when others asked him how he survived 56 days of solitude in a deep well? But he would not say a word. On that day, he dragged his broken leg back up the mountain, and Nagarjuna washed him and drank two bowls of porridge. When his hunger subsided a little, he made two meat dishes and brought a large bowl of rare white rice.

In a trance, the giant mountain saw that the grains of white rice suddenly twisted his waist bewitchingly, as if countless flies and maggots were singing and dancing in his stomach. He couldn't take it anymore and suddenly rushed out of the door, vomiting violently.

The gruel in his stomach had already vomited clean, and it was clear that there was nothing left, but he still kept vomiting, and he slowly stopped when all the bile came out. Later, the white rice was replaced with dough, and Jushan had his first full meal in more than 50 days.

Nagarjuna didn't dare to ask more, but the kid hadn't touched rice again for many years.