Chapter 8: The Worship of the Phoenix

The heavy rain did not stop, the wind did not stop, the thunder and lightning did not stop, and it was night, the children and adults were really hungry, Liu Xiang went down to the rice bowl to get rice for cooking. When I saw this half bundle of firewood, I was worried again, how long can this little firewood last?

After eating, the family still huddled together to listen to the wind and rain, and after a long time, they all fell asleep in a daze.

In the middle of the night, I suddenly heard someone shouting at the front door, "Pay me back, pay me back!" At this time, the houses were shaking. It looked like it was about to collapse! The beams, purlins, doors and windows all made a strange and terrifying creaking sound.

The whole family woke up in their sleep, trembling with fear. Liu Xiang hurriedly ran to the door, picked up a copper coin, opened the door and threw it out. Strange to say, I felt that the wind and rain had stopped, and the houses were not shaking or making a sound.

Liu Xiang felt strange in his heart, and when he closed the door and came back, there were still a few people crowded together.

After an hour, the fortune teller shouted again at the back door, "Give me back, pay me back!" The house began to shake again, and the creaking sound sounded again.

Liu Xiang was excited, and hurriedly went to the back door to throw a copper coin out, and it was immediately calm.

In this way, day and night, every other hour, the sound of repaying the money sounded once, and the money was thrown back. And when it was seventy-seven and forty-nine days, the rain stopped, the water was withdrawn, and the money was thrown away.

At dawn, Liu Xiang's family stood at the door and looked out, there was a sea outside, all the surrounding houses were gone, poultry and livestock, and there was no end shadow, and there was not a single bird in the sky.

Liu Xiang thought to himself, if the pair of phoenixes on the top of the South Mountain did not go far away, I am afraid that they would definitely die.

Liu Xiang inadvertently came to the rice jar, and found that the rice was still three liters, and the firewood was still half a bundle, so he called the family over, and said with a solemn expression: "Wife, son, our ancestors once received a handful of firewood from the gods, and it was burned for 80 years!

Liu Xiang's family was immersed in joy. From then on, he will be more willing to give and help the needy.

After the rain, the sky is clear, the dust in the Qinglong Mountain, out of the Deyue Cave, looking up at the blue sky, thinking of a pair of big birds on the hundred-year-old sycamore, because of half a bundle of dry firewood and escaped a catastrophe, my heart is secretly happy.

Suddenly, I remembered that the two little wild foxes were about to come, three hundred years, in the fairy world, it was just a flick of a finger, and I should have prepared early to arrange how those two little wild foxes would transform into human exercises.

Wuchen returned to the Deyue Cave and began to check the exercises written on the walls from the first room. I looked at all nine rooms, but I couldn't find any exercises or methods that could make the four-legged beast transform into a human form.

Wuchen knows very well that if you can't get rid of your fur, even if you become an immortal, you still can't fight the sword world, walk the rivers and lakes, and save the world. What can I do about this? Eh, or go back to the blood jade bed, maybe you may find the magic method in meditation.

Thinking like this, Wuchen closed the door of the cave, returned to the ninth room, meditated cross-legged on the blood jade bed, turned his heart to the sky, and entered meditation. When Wuchen opened his eyes again, he felt that his body was a little strange, as if it had turned into gas.

Dustless and happy, if those two little wild foxes can turn into qi and strip off their fur in the void, then they can be molded into human appearances?

Wuchen was happy, got off the blood jade bed, stretched his waist, stretched his muscles and bones, and walked out of the Deyue Cave.

Suddenly, a pair of big birds flew and circled in front of the Deyue Cave, landed on the boulder in front of the cave, and kept nodding and chirping at Wuchen to show friendship.

Wuchen smiled and beckoned, don't be polite, my Qinglong Mountain and your Phoenix Ridge are not too far apart, and they should be regarded as neighbors!

This pair of auspicious big birds drank it all, and then danced and sang on the boulder. Wuchen is in a happy place, suddenly saw a hundred birds flying out of the sky, and this pair of big birds in front of the moon cave, staged a hundred birds together, a hundred birds towards the phoenix drama.

Wuchen is also very generous, offering a hundred sacred springs, and for a time, people and birds have established a deep friendship.

Since then, Qinglong Mountain has been lively, birds looking for trees to build nests, flying in pairs and staying in pairs. In front of the Moon Cave, the phoenix often comes and goes, and the birds often gather and disperse, so it is not lively.

Suddenly, Wuchen was in the center of the cave with blood, and wanted to go out of the mountain to visit how the old man in the yamen was as clear as water and clear in the mirror.

Transformed into a young talent, he came to the old elm tree that used to set up a stall to tell fortunes, sat on the stone, waved his hand, and a square table appeared in front of him, on which were placed the four treasures of the study, and a pot of fragrant tea next to it.

There was not much time, so a few people gathered around. A person Lele asked: May I ask Xiucai, are you a fortune teller? or what do you do?

Xiucai took a sip of tea, smiled and asked, how about I tell the fortune?

The man smiled, ah, that's right, we came here last year with a fortune teller, eh, that old gentleman looks very ordinary, but that hexagram is amazing! Just like a fairy, he saved many people's lives!

The man turned around and pointed with his hand, you look east, do you see, it has become a small island, that is Liu Xiang's home, you look again, is that small island beautiful?

Another woman said quietly: Alas! The year before last, Liu Xiang was in trouble, and the poor had nothing! Last year, a fortune teller came, and he was very pitiful, and he didn't know what spell he used, saved their family, and escaped a catastrophe!

You see, there used to be houses all around, but now they are gone, and even the houses that are higher than his house have been washed away by the flood last year.

So, we really want to have another fortune teller like that, to help us and make a good life! Last year, it rained heavily for forty-nine days, and it stands to reason that we should be content if we saved our lives!

An elderly woman looked at Xiucai expectantly and asked, "Young man, look at you with the four treasures of the study, you must be a person with some ability, what are you doing?"

Xiucai smiled and said: I am a non-first Xiucai, I know a little bit about fortune telling, and now I just make a living by selling words.

As soon as the old woman heard the amusement, she said, Xiucai, after the flood has passed, nine out of ten families are poor, who can buy this thing? We can only give you some fish and shrimp, and nothing else can help you! The old woman let out a wail, turned around and left.

Xiucai smiled heartily, old man, this word, can also change a person's luck, you collect a collection of auspicious calligraphy and paintings, maybe it may bring you good luck!

The old woman stopped, turned her head and said helplessly: I don't have any money for you, I can only give you a few big catfish, are you happy? If you like, write a few words as you like!

Xiucai thought about it for a while, old man, since you want to give me a big catfish, then, I will give it to you, more than every year!

The old woman is happy, hehe, I said Xiucai, my family can really have more than every year, I will ask someone to draw you down, burn incense and kowtow to you, okay, hehe, you write!

Xiucai picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, brushed a little bit, wrote it in one breath, and then blew it, and then looked at it again, this calligraphy and painting seemed to have a layer of bright light flickering, and the words seemed to be bubbling with small flames.

The old lady was very happy when she saw it, and I will bring you the fish! The old woman took the calligraphy and painting and left.

It's okay for others to change things when they see it, so let's change it! Many people send fish, and Xiucai sends calligraphy and paintings that are more than enough every year.

There was a middle-aged woman who got a lot of fish when she watched Xiucai, but she didn't get rice, so she filled a bowl of rice in the rice jar that was about to empty at home and gave it to Xiucai, and said to Xiucai: You don't have to write to me, you haven't earned any money, this paper has capital, you give me the words you want to give me, even if you give me calligraphy and painting!

Xiucai smiled and said: Thank you, then you will listen, a bowl of rice, a pot of rice!

The middle-aged woman laughed when she heard this, hehe! Xiucai is really good at talking, if that is the case, we won't worry!

A middle-aged woman, who only knows how to be well-read and reasonable, speaks to make people happy, but Xiucai's words seem to have taken root! Ringing in her ears again and again, and then burrowing into her head. The head is buzzing, and the horizontal and vertical is this sentence of a bowl of rice and a pot of rice......

The middle-aged woman was happy to hear it, and her heart was happy! But when she heard it, she was a little dizzy, and her sleepiness came. So I talked to everyone and went home to sleep.

It was almost noon, and the middle-aged woman got up to cook, and she was happy when she thought about this sentence, a bowl of rice and a pot of rice. But look at the rice bowl and there is not much rice left, only half a bowl is taken out, and a bowl has not arrived, and there is no smile on his face. Helpless, I can only add more water, boil some gruel, and deal with it as a family!

There are more and more people under the big elm tree, and people who go home for lunch stop here to watch the excitement. I heard someone shouting into the distance: "Lord Liudao, why did you go to come back?" Come on! Here is a talented man who sells words to make a living, and the handwriting is so good, you can also change the painting to help him!

The owner of Liudao is Liu Xiang, and he went to a neighboring village to deliver rice to a friend. Since I found out that the three liters of rice were eaten as much or as little as I ate, and tomorrow it would still be three liters, I have been delivering rice to the poor families in the village. After a long time, someone asked why there is so much rice in your house, and you always send it to others?

Liu Xiang only said that it was accumulated by his ancestors, and it was a disaster year, so let's take it out and help each other. However, some people are still very surprised, Liu Xiang has been sending rice to people every day for almost a year, how much rice must there be? This Liu Xiang has just been bullied by others, almost all of his family is ruined, how can there be so much rice and grain to give to others? No matter how the neighbors guess, Liu Xiang's family just sends rice out every day.

Liu Xiang came to the front and looked at Xiucai while greeting everyone.

I saw that Xiucai's face was thin, and although his clothes were clean, they were patches and patches, needless to say, life was too difficult, so he came out to sell words to make a living.

Liu Xiang was moved by compassion and hurriedly asked: Xiucai, how did you change this word?

Xiucai smiled, ah, if you have money, I will collect some money, and if you don't have money, just exchange it for something you can eat.

Liu Xiang said: Okay! I'll exchange rice for you! Liu Xiang walked east to the lake and shouted: Wife... Bring me all the rice from home... I have a useful ......

After a short time, the two sons came over on a raft, and the wife handed over half a liter of rice to Liu Xiang, and asked a little puzzled: "Father, didn't you say it?"