The villagers of Caomiao Village looked at each other.

"Little brother."

A slightly older and kind-faced man at the entrance of the village came up and said to Lin Dong: "Little brother, Qingyun's immortals are looking for you. Where did you go yesterday?"

Lin Dong did not answer this point, but looked at the villagers and asked, "Old man, do you have a bamboo stick at home?"

A bamboo stick is a cane made of a bamboo stick.

There are many bamboos on Qingyun Mountain. At the foot of Qingyun Mountain, there are also many bamboos. On weekdays, villagers will cut up a few bamboo shoots when they eat bamboo shoots or have nothing to do in their spare time. They can usually use it to make fire and cook.

If you talk about bamboo, everyone has a few bamboos in their homes.

"There are a few at home. If you don't dislike it, please follow me to the house first."

The villager scratched his head and said.

These villagers were unable to figure out who Lin Dong was, and why there were gods looking for him. They didn’t know whether it was bad or good, but no matter whether it was good or bad, they were just ordinary villagers and could not be offended.

Lin Dong followed the villagers to his house, and followed some villagers to watch the fun.

The low courtyard and the small houses, when Lin Dong walked into the courtyard, he bent down deliberately and walked into the courtyard wall. Lin Dong could clearly see everything outside without placing his feet.

“That’s all.”

The old farmer brought out a bundle of bamboo poles, which were of varying thickness, length and length.

Lin Dong bent down and reached out to pull it. While pulling it, he said that this one was too thick, that one was too thin, this one was too short, and that one was too curved. Finally, he found one inside, and waved it, and the bamboo pole was broken into two pieces.

"Old man, your bamboo poles are not good."

Lin Dong hugged his hands and said, "I'm going up the mountain to kill tigers and go into the cave to control the python. If I want bamboo like you, wouldn't I kill me!"

After saying this, the people around us looked at each other, and finally another old farmer came out here, saying, "Little Fairy, if you want to kill snakes and tigers, why bother to find bamboo sticks in my Caomiao Village? We are all ordinary places, how can I find a tiger stick that Xiancai wants to find."

Although the villagers' bamboo poles were cut down from Qingyun Mountain, the bamboo at the foot of the mountain was still different from the bamboo at Qingyun Mountain. Although the texture was hard, it was really awesome to say that they were fighting tigers.

“Some, some.”

Lin Dong said with certainty: "Just in this village, there must be the bamboo stick I want. I'm sorry to ask all the villagers to look for it so that I won't be buried in the mouth of a strange beast."

The villagers of Caomiao looked at each other and finally went to find Lin Dong for this bamboo stick.

After searching for the length, thickness and thinness, the entire village was almost searched, and none of the sticks found were the ones that made the forest move.

"You are ungrateful!"

The villagers had a bad temper, and at this time they were already angry, pointing at Lin Dong's nose and said angrily: "You go to my Caomiao Village to ask for bamboo sticks. The people in one of our villages are busy with you. So far, I haven't gone to work in the farmland. Now there are no sticks in this village. You go!"

After searching for it, I couldn't find a suitable stick for Lin Dong, so the villagers simply drove people away.

He has left all these behind him now.

“Some, some.”

It angered the villagers and was driven away by someone pointing at the nose. Lin Dong didn't blush or get angry, but he still insisted: "Yes, this stick is destined to be with me. Just be patient in this Caomiao Village. Think about it carefully. You must know that you are sorry for me, such a passerby, take it out..."

Seeing Lin Dong's appearance, the villagers were helpless and looked around and didn't know what Lin Dong asked for the bamboo stick, and they didn't know how to drive out this guy who was originally a "immortal" and now a scoundrel.

"Ah? Speaking of which, I remember that there was a bamboo in Lao Zhang's house. When Lao Zhang sold firewood to Qingyun Xianren, the immortal made a bet with Lao Zhang and lost the bamboo pole in his hand to Lao Zhang."

A villager suddenly thought of Lao Zhang and said.

"Yes, yes, I remembered what you said about Lao Zhang."

Another villager said: "Old Zhang does have a black bamboo pole, which is held by one palm. Isn't it usually used as a shoulder pole, and I carry water from the village every day?"

"Yes, according to Lao Zhang, when he was selling wood that day, the immortal who bought wood was still very young. When collecting money, he had to make a bet first, saying that Lao Zhang's wood was odd and even. As a result, he guessed wrongly, so he gave Lao Zhang the bamboo pole in his hand."

The so-called Lao Zhang is Zhang Xiaofan's father, and the person who bet with him is Du Bishu from Dazhu Peak of Qingyunmen.

"Where is Lao Zhang now?"

The villagers looked around.

"Let's just go to his house and explain this to Lao Zhang, and see if Lao Zhang is willing to put out the bamboo stick."

The villagers discussed and discussed, and then walked towards Lao Zhang's house together.

Lin Dong followed closely behind.

After turning the muddy road, Lin Dong followed the villagers to a stone courtyard wall and a house filled with thatch.

As the villagers shouted, Lao Zhang opened the door.

His face was also dull and dull, looking dim and hungry, with big finger joints, and one hand was calloused, which was very rough.

"Bamboo stick."

After hearing this, Old Zhang hesitated and said, "This bamboo stick was given by the immortal Qingyun. It is rarely damaged even if it is cut by axes, chisels, and it is very resilient. Usually, I can save a lot of effort when I carry water... Well, I will give it a bamboo stick."

He is now busy educating his son who never comes home at night, and he really doesn't want to worry too much about these issues.

Lao Zhang turned around and returned to the room, took out the "black bamboo" that was originally a shoulder pole.

This black-joint bamboo is rich in Dazhu Peak, which is a compulsory course for disciples of Dazhu Peak in Qingyunmen. When they enter the mountain gate, they have to cut down the black-joint bamboo, and were lost by Du Bishu, the sixth disciple of Dazhu Peak.

Black-section bamboo has a hard texture and excellent toughness.

Lin Dong held it in his hand, feeling very happy and said, "Okay, with this bamboo stick, the life of Caomiao Village will be long in the future. The spiritual spring comes out of the ground, the fish flows in the fragrance of rice and flowers, and the blessings come, and the treasures come. Congratulations."

Lin Dong bowed to these villagers.

"You, after you get a bamboo stick, just say some auspicious words."

The villager who had scolded Lin Dong before said, "Now you have this stick, you can take it to kill tigers and capture pythons, let's go."

Lin Dong's demeanor is far worse than the noble immortals yesterday. Now the villagers no longer regard Lin Dong as an immortal, but as a liar.

It is very likely that the immortals came down to investigate and capture them.

"I want to leave, I want to leave."

Lin Dong held the bamboo stick and reached out to grab the old Zhang, saying, "But you have to see where this spiritual spring comes from."

While talking, Lin Dong had already walked more than ten steps to grab Lao Zhang. Even though this old Zhang was born as a farmer, Lin Dong could only follow Lin Dong.

Seeing this, the villagers behind Lin Dong also followed Lin Dong and walked from the village. Soon, they arrived at the south side of the village.

There is a dry well from Caomiao Village in the south of the village.

"Where is any spiritual spring here?"

Old Zhang was impatient and said, "You ask me to go back quickly. My son must teach him a lesson these two days."

"hehe."

Lin Dong smiled, let go of Lao Zhang, stood in front of this dry well, and said, "The Spiritual Spring is here."

Lao Zhang turned around and wanted to leave, but was held by the villagers around him. Everyone looked over and saw that the well had already dried up. This was a well known thing for them. At this moment, they came over to see the weeds growing below, and where was there any trace of the spiritual spring?

"Tait."

Lin Dong beat the well with a bamboo stick three times and said, "Let's see again."

The villagers in the village were not sure, so they looked closer and looked at it, but they saw that the bottom of the well that had already dried up. After the forest hit, the well seemed to have a spring open, and it was water flowing outside. The well was originally two feet long. With the appearance of this water, the water surface was already level with the well surface in less than a cup of tea.

The well water was as thorough as a mirror. In the sight of the villagers, one swimming fish after another appeared in the well.

There are carp the size of a palm, catfish about one foot long, black sleeping fish, and red three red fish...

These fish swim in the well water, sometimes turning around when they hit the wall, sometimes passing through the wall, and from time to time, you can see flocks of fish passing by here...

The villagers of Caomiao Village looked at all this in amazement.

When the wind blows, the water splashes on the well surface appear layer by layer.

Lao Zhang reached out and felt that the well water was cold. Then he held some water and drank it in one sip. He felt that the well water was sweet and quenched his thirst...

The miracles that happened in front of them were hard to believe and they could not find the right wording.

I could only look at all this, watching all this in a daze, watching this miracle appear in front of them.

"The water is the green clouds and mountains and yin water, and the fish is the ownerless fish in the Hongchuan."

Lin Dong pointed to the well and said, "In the future, as long as Qingyun Mountain does not fall, Hongchuan water will not dry, and swimming fish will not stop. The water in this well will be endless, and swimming fish will be endless. It will lead to the flowing water to irrigate the fields, so as to ensure the harvest of Caomiao Village every year."

"This Caomiao is alive because of water, the feng shui changes, and the earth veins change. Only in the future, this Caomiao Village can be considered a brilliant place!"

While speaking and walking, Lin Dong almost walked out of their sight, and his voice was as if he was talking in their ears.

"immortal!"

"A god!"

The villagers of the Cao Temple here immediately knelt down and looked furious.

The gods on Qingyun Mountain are just coming and going, but the gods who appeared beside them have drew the water of the Hongchuan in this well, knocking them three times, changing the Feng Shui here and ensuring their health in the future.

This is the real god among the gods.

"Don't kneel, don't kneel, it won't work if you kneel."
Chapter completed!