Qingping Town was originally a small town at the foot of Wudang Mountain, the town was not big, and it was clean before. But since the Wudang incense boomed, the town has gradually become a foothold for pilgrims. The market is bustling with people either as vendors to feed their families or pilgrims preparing to go up the mountain to pray for blessings.

On the bustling street, there is an old man who did not compete with those vendors for eye-catching stalls, found a clean corner, leaned against the big tree, took advantage of the shade on the top of the tree to enjoy the shade, and the rags nested next to him could barely make out the handwriting of "Wudang First God Operator", although it was not good, but it was also a crane hair, ruddy complexion, meticulous hair grooming, and the robe on the body was also a brand new Wudang robe. The smiling look is also quite like an old fairy.

But no one cares about this old man in the pilgrims, everyone's eyes are nothing more than the bluestone steps that go up the mountain to pray for blessings and the bluestone steps that go down the mountain to go home, as for the old man who hides in the shade of the tree, he is also an old liar who is not a good job, and a few sharp-eyed pilgrims noticed that they are only the Taoist priests of Wudang Mountain who are kind-hearted and can't bear to drive away this old man.

Today's old liar is enjoying the shade under the tree as usual, and a family of three comes to meet him, three people are holding hands and are walking up the bluestone road in Wudang, on both sides is a couple about thirty years old, and in the middle is a little girl holding two hands.

When the little girl of about six or seven years old is cute, she combs two pigtails, carved in pink and jade, and reveals a kind of cuteness and freshness in her bones, but when the sun is high, the little girl is still wrapped in a thick cotton coat, and her puffy face reflects a little pale, and she does not belong to the liveliness of this age, and she obediently moves forward step by step with the couple.

Seeing that there were vendors selling sugar gourds on both sides of the road, the little girl's eyes finally revealed a little brightness, and she took the woman's hand: "Mother, I want to eat sugar gourds." ”

"Okay, let's eat sugar gourds, Ah Hu, go buy sugar gourds for your daughter to eat!" The woman agreed again and again, and immediately asked the child's father to buy sugar gourds for the girl.

The wood-colored syrup was thickly wrapped in a string of round and full hawthorn strings, click, the little girl bit the sugar coating, and ate a hawthorn, the hawthorn was sweet and sour, the little girl shrank her nose suddenly, licked the sugar stains on the side of her lips with her tongue, and her face couldn't help but bloom, and the parents next to her somehow poured out a few tears in an instant, and wiped them with her sleeves before the little girl found out.

The little girl lowered her head and ate half a bunch of sugar gourds, and when she looked up, she saw the old liar enjoying the shade under the tree. He took his parents' hands and came to the old liar, and handed the remaining half of the sugar gourd to the old liar, his eyes were clear and serious: "Grandpa, are you begging here?"

The parents around him knew that the little girl was speechless, and was about to apologize to the old liar, but was stopped by the old liar waving his hand first, the old liar looked at the half string of sugar gourds in his hand, and knew it in his heart, got up from under the tree, bowed his waist again, and said to the little girl with a smile: "Grandpa, I didn't come here to beg, look, in fact, the old man is a fortune teller on Wudang Mountain." As he spoke, the old liar shook the rags nested next to him, and the folded line of words "Wudang First God Operator" was vaguely visible.

The two adults next to him didn't take it seriously, but the little girl had already begun to ask: "Then grandpa, can you help me tell my fortune?"

The old liar nodded with a smile, touched the two pigtails on the little girl's head, and said casually: "Actually, grandpa has already calculated it for you, you have no disease and no disasters in your life, you are healthy, and you can live happily for a lifetime." ”

"Hehe, grandpa, you're not accurate at all, the doctors have said it. I..... I have been cold and sick since I was a child, and if I can't find a cure, then I ......" The little girl's smiling voice gradually lowered, and in the end she couldn't even hear a little sound.

As soon as the little girl's words fell, the tears that the couple had just held back poured out again, the woman leaned on her husband's chest and cried bitterly, and the husband gently patted the woman's back and comforted: "Don't worry, the Taoist of Wudang Mountain will definitely have a way!" Although he was comforted, his eyes were still red and his voice was choked.

Although the parents cried hard, the little girl still bit her lip fiercely, the tears in the corners of her eyes kept rolling, and she still stubbornly refused to let them fall, and said little by little: "If you don't find it...... I might just ......" suddenly raised his head, and a reluctant smile appeared on his lips again: "I can go to see my grandparents, I haven't seen them for a long time, and they must miss me very much!"

The woman finally couldn't help it, squatted down and hugged her daughter, and the sobbing voice pulled her breath intermittently: "No..... No, you can't go!"

The little girl's puffy little face became more and more pale, and finally she cried loudly, and the family of three hugged each other. The cries of the three attracted the passers-by next to them to stop, and even a few people who knew the inside story also shed tears.

The old liar did not have the slightest sadness, on the contrary, he was a little depressed, is he really so much like a liar?

"Hey, little girl, don't cry, grandpa is a god operator, the hexagram is all good, saying that you are healthy and healthy in this life, you will definitely be free of diseases and disasters. Here, take this. ”

The old man took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, handed it to the little girl, opened it with a "touch", and in an instant a wisp of fragrance escaped from the mouth of the bottle, and the little girl only took a breath, and a kind of comfort slowly entered the bottom of her heart from the nasal cavity, as if her body was not as painful as before.

Only the little girl could feel the miraculous curative effect, and she was overjoyed holding the porcelain vase given by the old man. Parents are confused, this old man who doesn't know the origin of the old man does make them scratch their heads, although their daughter is seriously ill, but it is not to the point of indiscriminately going to the doctor, at this time, someone behind him said loudly: "Don't worry, I Wudang Mountain will try my best to heal Ling Qianjin." ”

"It's ...... Wudang is in charge of Liu Mufeng!?" There are already frequent pilgrims and hawkers who make a living here and shouted out the man's origin, it is the contemporary head of Wudang Mountain, Liu Mufeng.

"Are you, the head of Wudang?" the couple couldn't believe it, so they had to ask the man.

Liu Mufeng nodded and instructed the two of them.

The little girl probably knew that this middle-aged uncle could cure herself, her face swept away the previous haze, and showed a heartfelt smile, the smile was very sweet, not the previous caution, but a slightly presumptuous joy, her eyes narrowed into a slit, a small silver tooth at a glance, and said to the old man: "Grandpa, you are really accurate, my body will be fine in the future!"

The old man touched his beard triumphantly: "Hmph, that's, I'm a Wudang god operator! Little girl, we'll see you again in the future." ”

"Uncle Shi, it's time for us to go. ”

"Well, let's go. ”

The old man and Liu Mufeng left everyone's sight after a while, and the rest of the crowd exploded.

"What, that old man is actually the uncle of Wudang?"

"He's not one who cheats all the time..... Old liar?"

"I dare to say that the uncle in charge of Wudang is a liar, you are really interesting!"

"That's not what you told me!"

.......

Among them, only the three members of the family bowed to the place where the two left, and thanked them, I don't know whether it was to Liu Mufeng, or to the old man, or both.

The extreme north of the Ming Kingdom is a vast wasteland, the perennial goose feather snow is born from the sky, sprinkled one after another, fluttering, decorated with the sky together into plain white, looking at the heaven and the earth alone, the only activity is the air keeps swaying down the pieces of white.

A "click" suddenly came from somewhere, followed by a small cracking sound, the ice field at the source of the sound seemed to be squeezed out of a little crack by something, and then spread outward infinitely from this point, and after a crisp cracking sound, a woman slowly sat up from it.

The appearance of the flowers and the moon born by a woman, even if she does not apply powder, is not inferior to any beauty. The empty eyes and indifferent face became more and more uncannibalistic. The temperament is by no means comparable to those rouge vulgar powders, and there is only a plain dress wrapped around her body, with a long sword beside her, which is already all the belongings of a woman.

The woman sat for a moment, then picked up her sword and left, all the way south.

There is a temple standing on the majestic and upright Kongming Mountain, the temple is called Kongming Temple, because the mountain is high and the road is far away, so that most of the pilgrims are discouraged. Therefore, there are three less works in Kongming Temple, which are less common names, less incense, and fewer monks.

In the temple, an old monk with a drooping brow put on a new red robe, and was also ready to get up and leave. The little novice who was cleaning the hall was lazy and napping, leaning on the back of the door and falling asleep, the old monk did not disturb the little novice, and the smile on his face was wrinkled with his sideburns, which became deeper and deeper. Raising his hand, he carefully touched the scar on the little novice's head, tiptoed away quietly, and went down the mountain to the south.

Scenes like this are constantly staged in the major forces, the pot of rivers and lakes, and before you know it, it seems to be a pot.

Go south, go south.