This is a desolate village, with population decayed and houses dilapidated. The village road in front of the house is full of things that people who have escaped from here. A cool wind blows, slapping the door of one of the huts, as if a resentful spirit is silently telling. This place seems to be a place forgotten by the world, and there is no extra temperature for even the sun shining here, just watching everything happening in the village quietly.

The sun was about to sink, and just as the village gradually ushered in a more mysterious night, a child slowly walked over at the entrance of the village. His steps were a little shaky, as if he had drunk wine, and his steps were unstable. But if he looked closely, he could find that it was not actually drinking wine, but just weak, so from a distance, he looked like he was drunk.

The child looked alert. It could be seen from the journey he walked from the entrance of the village that he had been walking in the grass all the time, using the withered weeds to cover up his figure. Fortunately, he was thin, dressed in rags, and his clothes were black and yellow. He was traveling through the grass like a piece of moving mud. If someone saw it, he would not be able to see it clearly. When he wanted to take a closer look, the child was no longer there. Besides, no one would spend his time and energy to pay attention to such a child who was like a little beggar.

After entering the village, the child did not relax his vigilance and did not move forward from the avenue. Instead, he turned into a small alley on the left and then turned around, and finally stopped in front of a thatched hut. He carefully observed the situation in front of the hut and found that it was exactly the same as before he left. Since then, the child felt relieved and showed a shallow smile.

But he did not go in immediately, but continued to move forward about a hundred steps and walked to a small land temple. The child knelt down devoutly and muttered, "Thank you, Grandpa Land for your blessing, so that I can come back safely, and thank you for your blessing to my grandmother!" After that, he walked to the back of the land temple and took out a bowl from somewhere. The strangest thing was that there was still some water in the bowl. After seeing the water, the child's originally shallow smile deepened a little.

He brought the water back to the statue of the Land God, took out a small package from his arms, spread it out carefully and respectfully, and it turned out that there were two rotten cakes inside. He placed the water and sesame cakes in front of the Land God, and then sat quietly aside, looking at the already dim horizon, silently dazed.

The moon slowly rose, and the moonlight made his figure grow old. Under the reflection of the moonlight, the bowl of water emitted a bright light. The child looked at the crescent moon in the sky, wondering what he was thinking. If someone saw it at this time, he would find that the part between the child's eyes was different from that of ordinary people.

His pupils were gray.

After the bright moon was hanging high, the child stood up, silently packed the package, and returned to the hut with a bowl of water. He gently pushed open the fence and the door, and walked into the inner room with subtle steps.

There was no kerosene in the house, so naturally I couldn't light the light. Fortunately, there was still moonlight. Through the moonlight, I found that there was still a person lying on the bed in the inner room. But from the appearance, I seemed to be motionless, not knowing whether I was dead or alive, or half-dead.

The child skillfully walked to the bed, carefully placed the bowl of water on the mouth of the person on the bed, and said, "Grandma, grandma, wake up and drink some water."

The person on the bed turned out to be an old woman. The child called the grandma. I don’t know whether he heard it or because of his thirst physiological reaction, he actually opened his mouth and drank some water slowly. Seeing the grandma drinking water, the child looked relieved. He took out the sesame cake and carefully broke it into a small bit to feed her. While whispering, "Grandma, eat something, and you will be fine after eating."

After the grandma's mouth moved a few times, the child fed her some water. After this repeated, she unknowingly finished a sesame cake and half a bowl of water. When the child wanted to feed her again, the grandma refused to eat it again.

If anyone who is not aware of this accuracy will definitely think that the grandma is open and has a clear mind, so she will save half of the food for her grandson to eat. But only after seeing it with her own eyes can she know that in fact, she is saving half of the water and food for her grandson by instinct. And this instinct is not known how many times of training or how many times similar things have happened before they can be engraved in their bones.

Seeing that his grandmother refused to eat any more, the child gently wiped the corners of his mouth with his sleeves. After tucking the corners of the quilt, he ate carefully with the last pancake and half a bowl of water, without wasting any waste. When he finished eating himself, he sat quietly and recovered his strength. He picked up the bowl, closed the door, walked back to the land temple, put the bowl back behind the land temple, and returned to the statue, and expressed his gratitude to the land statue, "Thank you, Daddy Land, for blessing me and my grandmother."

At this point, he ended his day, returned to the hut, punched the floor in front of his grandmother's bed, and then fell asleep, motionless.

Just as he fell asleep, the night outside the window seemed to be thrown into a stone, sweeping through the strange ripples, and a middle-aged Taoist came out of the ripples. He looked at the two people outside the window, one was lying on the bed and half dead, and he didn't know the future life and death, and the other was lying under the bed, his body was thin, and his life candle was shaking.

The middle-aged Taoist thought for a while, but still couldn't decide what to do. After standing and looking for a while, he retreated into the night and disappeared. The child under the bed might have dreamed of something at this time, and his body turned towards the direction of the bed, curled up, and the small quilt wrapped him like a pupa.

As soon as the next day, the sunlight spilled in from the window and shone on the child's face, and he started a new day. After he got up, he first climbed on the head of the bed, with a little worried face, and reached out to explore his grandmother's breath. Fortunately, there was still a breath. The child breathed a long sigh, but he didn't have long relaxation. After staring at the old woman on the bed for a while, his face became heavier and he turned around and entered the kitchen, reached into the stove hole to dig it out. Then he tiptoed out of the door, closed the door and fence after going out, and then went to the land temple and kowtowed three times respectfully, "Grandma, I'm going to find food. I hope you can bless my grandma today not to be taken away by the things on the mountain. Thank you."

After saying that, when he was about to get up and leave, he saw that a straw coat on the statue of the Land God was a little torn. He first went to the nearby haystack to break a few handfuls of grass and weaved one again, and then replaced the old one. After doing all this, he turned into a small alley in front and disappeared.

The middle-aged Taoist came out of nowhere, looked at the direction where the child disappeared for a long time, then glanced at the statue of the land. Suddenly, a burst of blue smoke rose from the front of the statue. After the smoke dissipated, it turned into an old man. "The Immortal Master has arrived, and the little old man is in a farewell way, and he is still looking for atonement." While speaking, he bowed urgently.

"You were protecting them last night?" asked the middle-aged Taoist with a expressionless face.

The land is fair, "Immortal Master, yes."

The middle-aged Taoist asked again, "You also gave the water?"

"Yes, the immortal master. His small abilities are limited, and he can only draw a bowl of water from the depths of the earth in a day."

Before the middle-aged Taoist continued to ask, the Landlord seemed to have thought of something, and hurriedly added, "It was not that the young man deliberately protected this family, but that he was really powerless."

The middle-aged Taoist face had not changed, as if he knew that he would say this, "I didn't blame you, have you come here to see it?"

The land looked sad and said, "It was not long after the drought, and I reported the situation, but the reply I got was not right, so I told me not to worry."

Hearing this, the Taoist expression changed and became gradually solemn.

“How long has it been drought here?”

The Land Lord replied, "It's been half a year."

The Taoist asked again, "No one has ever been here?"

After thinking about it, the Land Lord said, "I have come to a few righteous men from the side, but after entering Hongquan Mountain, they either entered but did not go out or were seriously injured. Gradually, the place is famous, and no one comes. In addition, some mountain spirits and ghosts hurt people later. All the people who could walk within a hundred miles of Hongquan Mountain had left, and those who could not leave had died long ago."

After hearing this, the middle-aged Taoist said playfully, "Then why are you still manifesting in the world? Logically, even if you are a land that cannot leave, you can still be silent in the depths of the earth and stay for the future."

The Tudi Gong said sadly, "I dare not hide the immortal master. The little old man can't let go of this family. Since the family settled in the Tudi Temple, the little old man has been worshipped by them on weekdays, and it has not changed for a day when it is windy or rainy. Even now, the child does not forget to tie a straw coat for me and provide food."

As if he had thought of something, the Land Lord became somewhat expectant, but hesitated, and was extremely hesitant. When the middle-aged Taoist saw him, he said without waiting for him to speak, "Come with me to see the old woman."

After hearing this, the Tudigong was happy and said hurriedly, "Okay, good, Immortal Master, Immortal Master."

The two of them did not pass the fence and the door, but did not know what magical magic they used to go directly inside from the outside.

Before, the middle-aged Taoist was just observing the child from afar outside, and had never come in to observe it. After this time, he found that the family that was regarded as treasured by the child had already been left with all the walls. At first glance, there were four walls besides the table and the bed. The middle-aged Taoist walked to the bed and pointed his palm in his hand and placed his sword in the middle of the old woman's eyebrows, and carefully watched the situation inside her.

After a while, he said, "No help."

The Land Lord originally thought there was hope, but he didn't expect that the result would still be like this, but he also felt that it was reasonable.

The middle-aged Taoist took his expression in his eyes and said, "Do you think I cherish my cultivation and deliberately do not save her?"

"I don't dare." Although the Land Lord did not dare to say that he was thinking so, his words were not as timid as before, as if he was a little resentful.

When the middle-aged Taoist saw this, he felt that he became interesting, "Your small land is a bit interesting."

Although the Tudigong didn't say anything after hearing this, he restrained his expression and became more and more respectful.

"Her natal energy was sucked away. If it weren't for the support of the water roots you drew from the depths of the earth and her own obsession, she would probably have lost her soul after losing her natal energy for three days."

After hearing this, the Land Lord refused to give up and asked, "Is there really no way?"

The Taoist said lightly, "Although you are a god in the land, you must also understand that birth, old age, sickness and death are destiny, and destiny cannot be violated. What's more, her life is already her blessing and she cannot ask for anything more."

After hearing this, Tudi lowered his head and asked for a long time, "How long can she live?"

Taoist said, "It only takes one or two days to see the situation."

The Land Lord looked tired, as if he had thought of this day, but he didn't expect that when this day came, he still felt so powerless, but what made him even more sad was what should that lonely ghost-like child do from now on?

When the Landlord was in a state of despair, he did not notice that the old woman on the bed heard that she could only live for another day or two, and her expression seemed to be relaxed, as if she was finally going to accomplish one thing, but in a moment, she frowned, as if she was worried about another thing.

The middle-aged Taoist saw her expression change and thought to himself, "It seems that her limit is coming soon, and her soul is about to condense and leave her body. She will recover a little bit of clarity and be able to hear what we say clearly. But what can I do if I hear clearly? Even if I find her natal energy now, she is powerless to turn the world away."

The Taoist said, "Let's go." With a wave of his sleeves, the two disappeared from the spot, and in a blink of an eye, they arrived in front of the statue of the land god.

The middle-aged Taoist continued, "Tell me what happened during this period."

After hearing this, the Land Lord did not continue to immerse himself in his sentimentality and said, "A month after the severe drought, the ghosts and ghosts on the Hongquan Mountain here somehow ran out. They sucked the vitality of the people around them everywhere. I tried to stop them, but they were too many of them and I could only protect some of them. But even so, I always have the ability to be limited. If I didn't pay attention, the old woman of this family was sucked away. By the time I arrived, the mountain spirit had already run away."

The Taoist asked, "Does the people from Huangquan Sect know about this?"

The land is fair, "I don't know if they know it, I can only report it in time when the incident occurs."

Before I knew it, it was noon. But this was said from the mouth of the Land Lord and then fell into the Taoist's heart, but for no reason the air around him cooled down.

The Taoist asked again, "Have you seen the mountain god?" He asked about seeing it, not showing up.

The land is fair, "I have gone to find him, but now I can't even get into Hongquan Mountain, and he has never come out again."

After hearing this, the Taoist looked solemn Zhuang Mu on his face.

"You are also protecting the child in secret so that you have not been sucked away?" asked the Taoist.

"No, this village is closest to Hongquan Mountain, so the people here were sucked away from their vitality at the beginning. But at the beginning, they seemed to be unable to see the child, so this child became their escape fish and lived until now."

"Have you looked at it carefully?"

The land is fair, "I have investigated it because of curiosity. The child probably has magic weapons specifically targeting evil spirits."

After pondering for a while, the Taoist continued, "Don't you think it was the disaster that the child brought? I believe you have also noticed his unusualness. His eyes are gray, but they can communicate with yin and yang."

The middle-aged Taoist came to this village three days ago. At first, he saw that there were still living people in this village. When he was still a child, he followed him for three days and found that the child's route was very regular, and it seemed to be shaking left and right. In fact, every choice was chosen to choose the direction with the heaviest yang energy, but he had never practiced. Therefore, if there was an explanation, there was only one, that is, the child was born to circulate yin and yang.

There are not many people in the world who can understand yin and yang, but there are very few people who are born to recognize yin and cut off yang and take the changes of yin and yang into consideration. Too different is sometimes an abnormality.
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