Time flies, and the years pass by, and the world comes and goes several times. People's faces and peach blossoms are remembered. Before I knew it, it is another year of spring that turns into autumn blue.

I thought I wouldn't stay on the Wu Niang Mountain for long, but I didn't expect that three years would pass, and time was really jumping. If you don't want it, it would be like flowing water. Three years have passed, and my height has grown a lot, and I am not the little one I used to be. The little white fox's injury has been healed long ago, and she has a dazzling and smooth fur. As for the fat girl, the little thin monkey, can finally call this name to the name, because I don't know how many bird eggs and insects it has eaten in the past three years, and it is nutritious and has a belly that is about to come out.

The main peak of Wuguniang Mountain is only half a day away from Longjialing, and I will be here after raising my feet. However, I have never been home for the past three years, nor have I seen my parents and my sister.

The old Taoist Qingyi said that I was a life-threatening person, so it would be better not to go home, so as not to cause disaster to my family - "Seven feet away, only ten years old." The so-called seven feet refers to the measurement of the Southern and Northern Dynasties. The meaning of this judgment is that once I grow to about 1.7 meters tall, I cannot stay at home, and then return home, and cannot stay ten days a year. This matter is really a very tormenting thing for me, who has never traveled far away. I think my kind and rigid father, my mother, and I want to bring my sister Dafeng, whom I have raised since childhood, but all of this was blocked by what the old Taoist Qingyi told me.

The old mountain ghost is full of evil patterns, and the devil is reincarnated for another life. I, Chen Erdan, have such a life. I have to wander around and wander in this life and it is difficult to live in peace.

Fortunately, although the old Taoist Qingyi did not allow me to go home, he would not stop me from writing letters to my family.

Erdan also went to school, but within two days, there was a sport outside the mountain. Then the primary school in Tianjiaba was closed, so we became wild children all over the mountains and wild, and we were about to be blind. As a result, after coming up the mountain, we were lucky in disguise and met a person who could teach me his homework. This person was not the old Taoist in Qingyi, but the mysterious old ghost in the immortal palace. I don’t know if it was a ghost, but I knew that it was the person I dearest to in this mountain besides the fat girl and the little white fox.

At the beginning, the old ghost gave me a message, taught me "Thousand Character Text", "Children's Words", "Three Character Classic", and then taught me "The Book of Changes", "Tao Te Ching", which is the general outline, followed by "The Legend of the Truth and Hidden Meaning", "Qingwei Dan Jue" and "Taishang Sandong Shen Volume". I also asked me to use the two drops of essence and blood planted by the old Taoist Qingyi to learn the feeling of energy, and then suffocate the body and practice the introductory fist and foot skills. I am not a stupid person, and I am always threatened by life, so I practiced very diligently. In addition to three meals a day and cleaning the work of carrying water, I am basically studying.

I have never experienced hardship, and I don’t know what diligence is. During those days on the mountain, I almost devoted all my energy, but I have never been able to sense the ubiquitous "qi" as Lao Gui said. Although I had read the professor’s Taoist scriptures before, although I was not very understanding, I could easily remember it and vividly. Lao Gui told me that the reason why I could not feel Qi was because my consciousness was suppressed, but it was okay. You have two drops of essence and blood on your body, and you can naturally transform it slowly at that time.

I still can't learn Taoism, but I learned to write. Every month or two, I would write a letter to my father, and then I would take it back to Longjialing with the fat girl.

With this, I finally didn't break off contact with my family. They knew that I was living well in the mountains.

Three years have passed, and I still don’t know what the name of the old Taoist Qingyi is. He doesn’t like to talk, especially he doesn’t like it. The most common thing he does is stay in the inner room and don’t come out. Once I accidentally walked into the inner room and saw him stance, wiping ink before the stone table. A pen tip as thick as the fat girl’s arm was stained with cinnabar, incense ash water and graphite pigment. The pen was like a dragon and snake, dragon and phoenix danced, and ghosts painted talismans on yellow paper. There was no sound of the wind whimpering in the air. The old Taoist Qingyi was like a shiny piece of jade, burning with its splendor.

That was the ability of the old Taoist Qingyi again, but the price I received was that I was tied to the stone pillar of the immortal cave, and I sucked my butt back hard, and I couldn't walk for two days.

The old Taoist Qingyi knew the old ghost, and the old ghost also knew the old Taoist Qingyi, but the two of them would not appear at the same time. It was like the king did not see the king and they abide by a certain agreement with each other. Once I asked the old ghost about the identity of the old Taoist Qingyi. The old ghost did not speak, and hid in the stone wall, and did not appear for three days. This incident scared me. On the top of the mountain, only the old ghost could accompany me and teach me things. If it ignored me, I would really cry. Fortunately, the old ghost appeared on the fourth day, as if nothing had happened, and I also knew the rules, that is, study hard and don’t ask more questions about anything else.

The old Taoist Qingyi is very busy. Sometimes he stays in the inner room all day, sometimes he is missing for ten days and half a month. When he comes back, he brings us enough food, sometimes rice, sometimes glutinous rice, sweet potatoes, corn or other miscellaneous grains, not necessarily. If nothing is left, he will bring some vegetarian food such as Polygonatum - wild animals, pheasants, hares and field mice. When I was ten years old, he also carried a wild boar back, more than 400 kilograms. I worked for more than a month before I made it into bacon and ate it all winter.

Of course, this is when the old Taoist Qingyi cannot get the staple food, he will take action to hunt prey - be a Taoist priest like him, not killing and having good intentions, and only when he can't survive will he get bloody.

I don’t know why, I was born to cook. With me, the old Taoist Qingyi stopped doing anything. There was no kitchen knife in the fairy palace. He gave me a sharp little sword and made it by himself, while he washed his hands next to me. The old Taoist Qingyi’s hands were slender and fair. I don’t know how many times a day he had to wash them. For me, he couldn’t say he liked me, nor did he liked it. It was just an item, but he loved playing with the fat girl and the little white fox. Once I heard him sigh that the world outside was too chaotic and said: “In this world, sometimes people are not as kind as beasts…”

This is the sentence I remember the most. Later, I realized that the old Taoist Qingyi was completely disappointed with human nature.

The main peak of Wuguniang Mountain is not a place where the old Taoist Qingyi often stays. He often leaves and will not come back for a long time. I know that he seems to be looking for an old friend. It is said that the man was killed and seemed to be preparing to reincarnate and reorganize. He owed that friend a favor, thinking of protecting the safety of that friend in order to repay him - he used to think that I was that person, but later he was not.

Including the days when I was born, the old Taoist Qingyi has been searching in this area for more than ten years. I don’t know what kind of friendship it is. It can make the old Taoist Qingyi, who has not had a good temper, so persistent. However, the more he went, the more irritable his temper became. What worries me was that the old ghosts appeared less and less. When I first made me feel confused, I was there almost every day, and then once every two days, once every three days, and then, it only showed up every ten days and half a month, and every time it appeared, it was very hurrying and I didn’t know what to do.

The last time I saw an old ghost in the Fairy Palace of Wugu Niang Mountain, it was also the first time I saw it talking to the old Taoist Qingyi.

At that time, I was already sleeping in a daze. Suddenly, I heard the edge of the bronze mirror at the door of the inner room. The two of them whispered. I woke up and listened with my ears. I heard the old Taoist Qingyi say, "... The Wang surnamed comes over, and it seems that he is also looking for him. I am afraid that if he is found in advance, he will suffer."

The old ghost said, "Can he come back from You Mansion? This is still a matter of different opinions. Maybe the dream he has given you is not accurate?"

Qingyi's old Taoist gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "No matter if the king dares to come here, I will make him look good. At worst, I will end the credit. I will see the goddamn person. It will harm his previous life. Could it be that he can still harm this life?" After saying this, he looked at me and walked into the inner room.

A few days later, one night, I heard thundering in the forest dozens of miles east of Wugun Mountain, and the whole world was trembling. Later, the old Taoist Qingyi came back, covered in blood.
Chapter completed!