In the last years of the Qing Dynasty, the situation was turbulent, coupled with natural disasters every year, so that the people were struggling to make a living, and they were starving all over the wilderness.

In the year of the catastrophe, Chongqing, a place known as the mountain city of Wudu, was not spared, and was invaded by a merciless flood. After the flood, everything was devastated and everything was depressed.

As the saying goes, when things go wrong, there must be demons.

On the outskirts of the foggy capital, on the hills.

An old man with white hair and fairy wind bones looked at the scene after the catastrophe in front of him with a sad face, and sighed: "The old man has been traveling day and night, but it is still too late. ”

"Master, even if you arrive in time, I'm afraid you won't be able to stop the ruthlessness of this natural disaster. Next to the old man, a little Taoist priest who was dressed in a Taoist robe with a messy bun on his head, and a little Taoist priest who was about five or six years old tilted his head and said in a daze.

The old man shook his head and sighed, stretched out his hand and patted the little Taoist priest's head, looking at the eyes full of desolation under the mountain: "No request, now there is a big chaos, the current situation is turbulent, coupled with natural disasters every year, there are many demons, I am a person in the Taoist sect, I should take it as my responsibility to subdue demons and subdue demons and save the common people, do you understand?"

Wuqiu didn't seem to understand, nodded stunned, and his eyes followed the master's gaze, and the desolation in his eyes made him feel sad in his heart. But there was gradually a hint of determination in his eyes. Although he was still young and did not fully understand the main truth of the master's words, since the master told him so, he naturally obeyed.

Just as he was thinking about it, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he pointed not far away and shouted, "Master, master, there seems to be someone over there." ”

Looking in the direction that Wu Qiu was pointing, he saw a person lying on his back under a big tree not far from the hill. The old man frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice: "No request, go down and have a look." ”

Wu Qiu nodded, tightened the backpack on his shoulders, shook off his legs, and ran down the mountain like a bird out of the cage......

"Master, come on, he seems to be alive. Not far away, Wuqiu waved his hand and greeted the old man.

The old man followed, and when he heard the call of Wu Sug, he took three steps and walked away in two steps, his body was vigorous, not at all like an old man in his old age, but more like an immortal in plain clothes. When the old man came to Wuqiu's side, he saw a young man of twelve or thirteen years old, lying on his back, covered in filth and breath, although he was still alive, he was also dying. He didn't dare to slack off, so he hurriedly asked Wuqiu to help the young man up, reached out and took out a water bag from the backpack behind Wuqiu, and handed it to Wuqiu, but he took out a small gourd from his waist.

"Well, don't ask for it for him. The old man shook the little gourd, and a swarthy elixir the size of a small thumb rolled down from the mouth of the gourd and fell into the palm of his hand.

Wu Qiu hurriedly took the pill, carefully stuffed it into the man's mouth, and went down with difficulty with the clear water gushing out of the mouth of the water bag.

After a while, there was a trace of blood on the man's originally pale face, and after a while, his breath was much calmer.

Seeing that the man was getting better, he couldn't help but wave his hand happily: "Master, master, he lived, he lived." ”

Seeing Wuqiu's appearance, the old man's eyes showed a hint of doting, stroking his silver-white beard, and said with a face full of relief: "Wuqiu You saved this person today, not only his creation, but also your creation." ”

Wuqiu scratched his head and laughed a little embarrassed.

"Ahem......" Suddenly a dull cough came from the throat of the young man lying on the ground, and the sound was faint as if it were coming from the ground.

Wu Qiu hurriedly stepped forward to help the young man and said with concern: "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, the good man has finally woken up. How do you feel?"

The young man felt that someone was talking in his ear, and opened his eyes weakly, but saw a little Taoist priest looking at him excitedly, and behind the little Taoist priest stood a smiling old Taoist priest. The old Taoist priest had white hair, a warm smile, and a simple Taoist robe that moved without wind, giving people a fairy posture of fairy wind and bones.

The young man blinked his eyes, expecting that he could survive, it must be the old fairy in front of him who saved him, and he was suddenly grateful, and tried hard to support himself, but he felt that his whole body was as heavy as lead, and he couldn't move at all.

Seeing the young man like this, he hurriedly held him down and said with a smile: "Good man, don't move, although you will not die, your body is still weak, and it is not a matter of time and a half to fully recover." ”

The young man smiled awkwardly, and said weakly: "Thank you for the grace of the old fairy." ”

The old Taoist priest waved his sleeves and said with a smile: "Xiaoyou is polite, it is the duty of people in the Taoist sect to save the dead and help the wounded." Moreover, it is not the poor that will save you. If you want to thank you, thank you without asking for it. ”

The young man was stunned, and turned his head to look at the little Taoist priest in front of him.

Wu Qiu couldn't stop pointing his nose with his fingers, and said with a smile: "It's me, it's me, good man, your little life is not for help." ”

The young man was slightly stunned, and said, "Thank you for saving your life, little master." ”

Wuqiu blushed, and said with the expression of the old Taoist: "Good man, the master said that the people in my Taoist sect should take it as their responsibility to subdue demons and subdue demons to save the common people. As the Buddha says, saving a life is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, and my Taoist gate does not need to build a tower to save people. Yes, master. ”

The old Taoist priest stroked his long beard and nodded with a smile in his eyes.

The young man couldn't help but laugh when he heard the words of this little Taoist priest, but he also felt that there was some truth, this little Taoist priest was not very old, but he was also a bodhisattva. I couldn't help but feel a hint of admiration.

"Then thank you, little master. ”

The little Taoist priest blushed and said, "Don't be a little master, my name is Wuqiu, you can call me Wuqiu." ”

The young man nodded, and responded to the little Taoist.

The little Taoist priest hurriedly asked again: "Good man, what is your name, where do you live, why are you here?" A large number of questions were thrown at the young man, and the young man did not know how to answer.

The old Taoist priest who had been standing on the side shook his head helplessly, his little apprentice was good anywhere, but he had a lot of words all day. He stretched out his hand and patted Wuqiu's head and said, "Xiaoyou's body is still very weak and needs to rest." No, you first get some dry food and water for your little friend to eat and drink. If you have any questions, I'll ask them later. ”

Wu Qiu heard what the master said, scratched his head and said, "Oh, how did you forget this stubble." As he spoke, he hurriedly rummaged through his backpack, and after a while, he smiled and held two brown and yellow food.

Wowotou is made after the five grains are broken, although it is not as sweet and delicious as the white flour steamed buns, but it is also a rare food in this year of famine.

As soon as he saw the food, the young man's eyes couldn't help but shine, the saliva in his mouth flooded, the Adam's apple rolled, and the gluttonous worms in his stomach also turned over the river and the sea.

I didn't want to see the young man like this, I thought he was very hungry: "Oh, there is nothing else to eat, just these few nests, you first pad your stomach." Before he finished speaking, the two nests in his hands disappeared.

When he looked at it again, the boy had already shoved a nest head into his mouth with lightning speed. The dry nest head made the whites of the young man's eyes turn outward.

Wu Qiu held back a smile and said, "Don't worry, don't worry, no one will rob you." Drink saliva. Then he handed the water bag to the young man.

The young man was choking uncomfortably, hammering his chest with his fist, seeing that Wuqiu handed over the water bag, he hurriedly took it, and drank a few sips, and finally smoothed the nest head that was choked in his throat.

After eating and drinking, the young man couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. But he put another nest head into his arms. Leaned over and kowtowed to the old Taoist priest and Wuqiu.

"What do you mean by that?" Wu Qiu was a little stunned.

"Thank you to the old fairy and the little master Wuqiu for their kindness. Hu Yan has nothing to repay in this life, and in the next life, he will be a cow and a horse knot and a grass ring to report. As he spoke, he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, stood up and left. Unexpectedly, after a few steps, he fell into the mud.

Seeing that the young man fell, he hurriedly went up to support him, and said with a slight reproach: "What are you doing, they all say that your body has not recovered yet, so you should not move around." ”

"I'm ......" the young man punched his legs hard, and said with a crying voice, "I'm really useless." ”

Seeing the young man like this, the old Taoist priest stepped forward slowly and said, "Little friend, why bother with this. I think Xiaoyou seems to have something urgent to do, so I might as well listen to it and see if Lao Dao can help me with one or two?"

Hearing the old Taoist priest say this, the young man was slightly stunned, and suddenly turned his head to look at the old Taoist priest, and a hopeful look flashed in his eyes: "Old immortal, can you help me?"

Wu Qiu on the side grinned and said: "Where do good people say, the master has already said that the people in the Dao Sect should take it as their responsibility to subdue demons and subdue demons to save the common people." Since good people have difficulties. Naturally, the master will help. I just don't know if there's anything you need our help with. But if it's money, we can't help. We Taoist people have a clean breeze on our sleeves, but we don't have any extra money. ”

The young man was slightly stunned, shook his head and said, "It's not about money. I'm going to save someone!"

"Save people?" looked at the young man without expectation: "What do you say?"

Suddenly, a trace of sadness flashed on the young man's face: "I'm going to save my good friend." ”

"What's wrong with your friend, what's going on with him?"

The sad look on the young man's face became more and more intense, and his throat rolled, as if there was a whimper, and finally he couldn't hold back, and began to cry. The young man's crying and mourning couldn't help but make people feel a sense of sadness in their hearts.

Wuqiu sniffled, stretched out his hand to comfort the young man, but he didn't know where to start, he glanced back at the master standing behind him, but saw that the master shook his head slightly, so he had to give up. He sighed slightly, and let the boy cry bitterly.

When the young man was a little tired from crying, the old Taoist priest said slowly: "If you have any sad things, it's better to say it, and it will feel better to say it." Maybe we'll be able to take care of you, too. ”

The boy wiped the tears from his face and straightened his mood. Sobbed and said, "My name is nonsense, nonsense nonsense." ”