"Master, as we cultivators, don't we have some magic to move this soil away at once?" The little Taoist priest sat under a crooked-necked masson pine tree, holding his chin in his hands.
"There is a magic that can move mountains and fill seas, but that is an ancient power. Master, with my limited skills, I can only dig with a hoe." The old Taoist spat, wiped his hands, and dug with the hoe again, sticking out his butt.
stand up.
Not only was the old Taoist not very good at growing crops, he was not good at farm work. After digging for a while, he got a few blood blisters on his hands. He sighed and sat down next to the Taoist leader.
"I am old and useless. Master, the world has changed. The inheritance of our sect will no longer be able to make a living. Master has to leave you a land to make a living." The old Taoist said with emotion.
"Master, let me dig with you." The Taoist priest ran back to the ancestral temple and brought the little hoe over.
The old Taoist laughed and said happily: "Xing'er is a good and filial apprentice. Your little hoe is used to grow vegetables. There are many stones in the land and the little hoe cannot dig it. You watch here, Master.
One person can do it."
The old man originally thought that digging one or two acres of rice fields would not be a very difficult task. The Xianjiqiao production brigade was everywhere clearing wasteland, building reservoirs, and digging canals. They were very fast. Unexpectedly, when he started to do it himself, he realized that this was not a difficult task.
It was an easy task. I was half exhausted after a day, and after digging there was not even a hole wide. I estimated that I could plant three to five stalks of rice, but I was afraid that I would have to harvest one liter of millet. It would not be enough for the master and apprentice to feed him for a day. But the old Taoist's hands were already covered with blisters.
It hurts, but it’s nothing serious. Go back and draw a talisman, make a bowl of water, drink it and you’ll be fine. People who practice Taoism can do things very easily.
The Taoist leader saw it quite freshly at first, but after looking at it, he felt a little tired, so he lay down on the ground under the crooked-neck masson pine tree and fell asleep with his butt stuck out.
The old Taoist was afraid that the path would catch a cold, and regardless of the blood blisters on his hands, he endured the pain and picked up the path leader and returned to the ancestral temple.
"Oh! I'm really old and useless. I can't even find a way to make a living." The old Taoist sighed.
The old Taoist drew talismans on himself to refine the water, and then applied some ointment made from herbal medicine on the blistered areas on his hands. The pain in his hands immediately disappeared, leaving only a cool feeling. But even so, the pain on his hands was still there.
Blood blisters are not easy to heal. If you continue to dig the ground the next day, it will definitely become more serious.
But the old Taoist still decided to continue the next day. He wanted to leave some inheritance for his disciple while he was still able to move. The old Taoist didn't even want his disciple to continue to follow his old path. Although, he also wanted to pass on the inheritance of his sect.
Continuing, this was also the main reason why he adopted Chang Xing in the first place. However, Lao Dao's mind has changed now. This disciple is no longer the tool he originally planned to use to inherit the inheritance, but a very important person in his life.
Dependence. Although there is no blood relationship between the two people, over the years, the two masters and apprentices have depended on each other. The old Taoist has many complicated feelings for this apprentice. He hopes that he can live a good life in the future, instead of guarding a person like him.
Zushimiao lived a lonely life. He did not want his disciples to walk the same path he had walked.
This piece of field will be an emotional gift from the old Taoist to his apprentice. So, early in the morning, after waking his apprentice up for morning lessons, he went to dig the ground with a hoe.
The little Taoist priest got up in a daze. Although he had completed the first stage of introductory training, the little Taoist priest was still sleepy in the morning. He yawned and recited the mantra to invite the master in front of the statue of the ancestor, and then fell into samadhi again.
He continued to use his small threads to capture those auras. The more he played, the more he became familiar with it. He felt that catching auras was like catching fireflies. This thing was flying everywhere, but the Taoist Master became more and more proficient in controlling these small threads.
No matter how fast the spiritual energy flies, the little Taoist priest can still throw the silk thread very accurately and pull the spiritual energy over.
Maybe because of more exposure, the fire spiritual energy and golden spiritual energy that were originally very repulsive to him seemed not to be very repulsive to the little Taoist priest, but when the little Taoist priest mobilized them, they were not so active. Unlike the wood spiritual energy and the water spiritual energy,
As long as the little Taoist priest got close to them, he immediately cheered. The amount of earth spiritual energy was very small, and Chang Xing had to spend a lot of effort to find one or two earth spiritual energy from the auras flying in the sky. Therefore, the small Taoist priest accumulated a long
After a while, a very, very small ball of accumulated earth spiritual energy accumulated in the Taoist orifice. This ball is really small, smaller than a sesame seed.
After coming out of the trance state, the Taoist priest ran to practice Zhuang Kung Fu. After completing the set, it was already dawn. The Taoist priest felt that his stomach was empty. He quickly ran over and called Master.
The old Taoist was sweating profusely because his hands were full of blood blisters yesterday. Although he had obviously improved after applying the medicine, he was not completely healed after all. In order to avoid breaking the blood blisters on his hands again, the old Taoist used a sweat towel
Wrapping his palms together, the old Taoist worked hard to dig out the soil with hoe after hoe. He spent the whole morning but didn't dig much. The soil on this mountain was really too hard, and rocks would be dug up from time to time, sparks flying everywhere.
"Master, I'm hungry." The little Taoist said coquettishly on the field ridge.
The old Taoist immediately said distressedly: "Okay, okay, master will go back and make breakfast for Xing'er."
The little bird on the edge of the field kept chirping, attracting the attention of the little Taoist priest: "Master, you go back first, I will play here for a while."
"You must, don't go too far. Master will call you when the meal is ready." The old Taoist nodded, untied the sweat towel wrapped in his hands, wiped the sweat, and beat his waist, which was a little sore from bowing.
I'm old. The pain all over my body caused by yesterday's work has not completely dissipated after a night's rest. On the contrary, it shows signs of getting worse.
The trail leader cleared the bushes, but where were the sparrows?
The old cat was lying lazily on a rock not far away, looking at the little Taoist priest with disdain and vigilance in his eyes. This little kid was too childish and too dangerous. The old cat wished he could stay as far away from the little kid as possible.
But it can't live without the bacon that the trail leader gives it from time to time. The thick fat meat, when you take a bite, immediately becomes moist and oily, it feels really good.
"Hey! Old Cat!" The little kid's way of greeting is always a bit unique. A stone hit the old cat's side, interrupting the old cat's meditation. He glared at the little kid with dissatisfaction, I believe you.
Evil, which time did it end well? The kid was always full of malice towards all kinds of animals. The old cat remembered that a few days ago, the kid tied the leg of a little sparrow with a rope, and quickly
The little sparrow was killed and became a snack for the old cat. Although the old cat had a good meal, it was more afraid of the little kid. It was worried that one day it would tie a rope to its leg and die.
I don’t know who will be left to make snacks by a little brat.
