On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Cangnan Town.

In a dilapidated hill temple, a 15 or 16-year-old boy was staring at the bamboo stick in his hand intently, drooling because a plump pheasant was roasting on the bamboo stick.

This young man is Shi Gandang, the famous villager. In fact, the young man’s real name is Ishikawa, but he dares to speak and do it. Not to mention the children in the village, even the adults praised him for his heroic spirit.

A few winters ago, a group of hungry wolves came to the village, which scared people so much that they didn't dare to go out. Even firewood was useless. Ishikawaya went up the mountain with a sickle on his back, and there were no people missing for three days and three nights. Just when the village thought he was eaten by a wolf, he came back with a one-eyed wolf head on Ishikawaya. The older man recognized it at a glance that this was the wolf king. Since then, no wolves in the village dared to come, and Ishikawa got the nickname of Shigan.

"Brother Shitou, my mother asked me to bring you mooncakes." The sound of a wind chime came from outside the temple.

"Miss Harukawa." Ishikawa threw the pheasant on the chopping board of the Yama Temple and ran out immediately.

"You are having a big holiday, why are you here to go here if you don't celebrate the holiday?" Ishikawa said with a serious look on his face, but he couldn't help but look at the half mooncake in Qingkawa's hand, swallowing saliva in his throat.

Since Ishikawa's parents went out to collect firewood and did not come back, the house and a few acres of thin fields of Ishikawa were occupied by the distant uncle. A few years ago, Ishikawa had a bite of food so that Ishikawa would not starve to death. However, since Ishikawa was ten years old, he was driven out and had to live in the dilapidated mountain temple.

"Eat it quickly!" Qingchuan put the mooncake in Ishikawa's hand and turned around and ran towards the village.

Ishikawa did not stop him. In recent years, during the holidays, Haruka would secretly bring some delicious food from home. This mooncake must have been something that Haruka didn't want to eat, so he left it for himself. Ishikawa knew in his heart what his uncle and aunt were.

This couple has achieved the ultimate goal of being a human being. They are very careful in their calculations and are really precious to their two sons. As for the daughter of Harukawa, they are slightly better than Ishikawa. In their words, the daughter will be married sooner or later. Even if she is well-raised, she will still be from other people's families. As long as she has a better appearance, she can find a good family.

It’s also strange that their two sons, Shi Neng and Shi Li, had evil eyebrows and crooked eyes, and they were not good at first sight. However, Shi Qingchuan had beautiful eyebrows and eyes. Although he was a little malnourished and thin, he knew that this girl was a beautiful girl at first glance.

Ishikawa sniffed the rich aroma of the mooncakes and chewed them slowly bit by bit, for fear that the taste buds would miss any deliciousness on the mooncakes.

Half an hour later, Ishikawa finished tasting the half-month cake and licked his fingers. Ishikawa suddenly slapped his head, "Phizi! I forgot to let Haruka come and taste the taste of this roasted pheasant."

"Well, leave half for Kyukawa and send it to her in the evening." Ishikawa thought so and walked towards the mountain temple.

What caught my eye was the chicken bones all over the ground. An old man in sloppy clothes was lying on the desk, picking his teeth with satisfaction. In his hands, only a half-bitten chicken claw was left.

This pheasant is very rare and very difficult to catch. On weekdays, after Ishikawa catches it, he always sends it to the town to exchange for some coarse grains, oil and salt. But today is just the fifteenth day of August, and I was so cruel that I roasted one and tasted it. Unexpectedly, I was secretly eaten by this old beggar.

Ishikawa came out of his heart, picked up a wooden stick, and angrily said, "Old beggar, you dare to steal my pheasant. I won't beat you to death today."

"Old beggar?" The old man was stunned and laughed involuntarily, saying, "I only saw that there was a roasted pheasant on the table, and no one was there. I thought someone gave me something specifically. It's a long time since I've eaten so full!"

"You..." Ishikawa looked at the ragged old man, as thin as skinny as he was, and couldn't help feeling compassion in his heart. The old man was trembling and probably couldn't stand it a few times.

"Forget it, you go, I'm going to sleep." Ishikawa waved helplessly. Fortunately, he had eaten half a mooncake today. When he thought of the fat roast chicken entering the old beggar Hana's stomach, Ishikawa was so angry that he was so angry.

"Why haven't you left yet? Could it be that you can't stay here?" Ishikawa issued an order to expel guests.

"I have lived here for decades. I am used to living here and I am too lazy to leave." The old beggar stretched and actually lay down on the desk.

"You old beggar, you are so shameless. I have lived here for several years. Why have you never seen you?" Ishikawa scolded angrily.

Before he finished speaking, the old beggar even started to snore.

Ishikawa shook his head helplessly. This mountain temple was not his, and the villagers rarely came to this dilapidated place. However, Ishikawa knew that this was a Feng Shui treasure land. No matter how strong the wind was outside in winter, the mountain temple would not feel any cold. In summer, when the heat was unbearable, the mountain temple was extremely cool. Ishikawa secretly thought that this must be the blessing of the mountain god. So although the entire mountain temple was dilapidated, Ishikawa kept the table clean, but unexpectedly he was treated as a bed by the old beggar.

With a gentle pull, Ishikawa felt that the old beggar was floating. When he looked at his skinny body and blue veins, Ishikawa couldn't help but feel compassion. Ishikawa lived a hard life since he was a child, and he was both the same sympathetic and pitiful person as the old beggar. He gently carried the old beggar into the pile of firewood where he was sleeping, and sat down silently by himself.

Exhale, inhale, exhale, inhale...

I don’t know when Ishikawa discovered that such a simple breath could bring him a special feeling. No matter how tired he was, a moment of breathing and exhaling could make Ishikawa’s fatigue disappear. Moreover, Ishikawa was surprised to find that after breathing for a long time, his strength would increase greatly. This is also the reason why Ishikawa dared to kill the wolf king from the wolf pack.

Of course, Ishikawa would not tell others easily about this strange phenomenon, but he had also found several children to come to the mountain temple to breathe according to his method, but they did not feel like Ishikawa.

As a result, Ishikawa became more and more convinced that it was the God of the Mountain who was favoring him.

The next morning, Ishikawa inhales and exhales for a night, then stood up and felt refreshed.

"Wake up, hurry up and get some food when you wake up." The old beggar lay on the pile of hay, holding a piece of hay in his mouth, and said with a smile.

"You are still embarrassed to eat it. Do you know how many kilograms of corn the chicken yesterday could be exchanged for?" Ishikawa was a little angry.

"So what? If I don't eat it, it's just going to go into your stomach. Are you baking it and changing to corn?" The old beggar made a fuss.

"I will not be hungry today." Ishikawa touched his croaking stomach and had a lot of appetite. It was really a painful thing. Ishikawa has never eaten enough since he can remember.

"Besides, we are not close friends, why do I care if you are hungry?"

The old beggar said with a smile: "Only when you are hungry can you have the strength to rush on the road. I don't have any strength in my body now..."

"You'll leave when you're full?" Ishikawa's eyes lit up, and he ran out.

Ishikawa exhale and inhale all night last night, thinking all night, just thinking about how to drive this old beggar away. Unexpectedly, he really had plans to leave.

As soon as he stepped out of the mountain temple, he saw Shi Qingchuan running over in anger, and said as he ran: "Brother Shitou, big things, big things."

Ishikawa glanced at the village from a distance, and the morning smoke was lingering, unlike a horse bandit who came to fight Qiufeng. He said anxiously: "Is there another wolf pack coming?"

"No...No..." Shi Qingchuan covered his waist and breathed for a long time before saying, "A few immortals came just now and said they wanted to accept disciples and let all the children under fifteen-year-olds in the village go there."

"Immortals can become immortals, but is this true?" Other children may not understand yet.

What does immortal represent? In Ishikawa's impression, immortals represent immortality and immortality, representing calling the wind and rain.

"Then let's go quickly!" Ishikawa took Harukawa's hand and ran towards the bottom of the mountain.

"Here, it's true, I'm not wrong." The old beggar in the mountain temple showed a smile on his face. However, looking at Ishikawa's figure moving away, he shouted loudly: "Wait, wait, I have something to say to you later."

Ishikawa could not hear it? Shi Qingchuan, who was so angry that he ran all the way, and returned to Shijia Village in less than a quarter of an hour.

Under the big locust tree at the entrance of the village, it was already covered with three layers inside and three layers inside and three layers inside. Ishikawa forced himself into the cracks through the cracks with brute force.

There were a few strange young men and women standing under the big tree, all of whom looked in their twenties. There were a few children from the village standing beside them, all of whom were happy. It seemed that they had been adopted as disciples by the immortals.

One of the men looked around and said, "Shuiling Gate abides by the agreement with Venerable Tianyun and accepts disciples every twenty years. Now it is the tenth and the last time..."

"Wait...and me..." Ishikawa saw these immortals leaving, and quickly emerged from the crowd.

The young man showed a hint of displeasure on his face. He obviously hated others interrupting his speech. But he still said, "Come here and let me see your spiritual roots."

"The stone is here."

"It turned out to be Shi Gandang, no wonder he dared to interrupt the immortal's speech."

Ishikawa walked over with anticipation.

The young man carefully took out a bronze mirror from his arms and gently placed it on Ishikawa's forehead. A ray of light emitted from his bronze mirror, and then a yellow horizontal bar appeared on the mirror.

"Tu Ling Root?" The young man sneered in the corner of his mouth. Their Water Spirit Sect belongs to one of the Five Spirit Sects. A hundred years ago, the Five Spirit Sects were divided into five sects: gold, wood, water, fire, and earth. Although the head of the Five Spirit Sect is still there, it is already like a puppet. The five sects took away disciples with corresponding spiritual roots and each took their own policies.

Therefore, in the eyes of this monk in the Shuiling Sect, the earth spiritual root of Ishikawa is undoubtedly a waste.

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