Chapter 2 Village
A few black clay pots were placed on the donkey cart. The donkey was frightened after Zuo Chen blew on it and turned around to run away.
Zuo Chen stretched out his left hand and directly held the reins. The black donkey was unable to move and could only spin in place.
I tapped the jar with my index finger bone, and seven or eight children fell out of it.
They sat dumbly on the ground, as if they had lost their souls. They didn't cry or make trouble, they just raised their heads and looked at Zuo Chen.
Zuo Chen blew on the children again, and the children's originally pale eyes gradually regained their luster.
Then I burst into tears.
After hearing the cry, the surrounding villagers gathered together. Some were carrying rolling pins, some were holding hoes, and some were holding up dung forks.
Zuo Chen quickly explained to the villagers who gathered around him. Only then did the villagers see the human Yazi on the ground who was about to freeze to death.
In the foundation-building stage, he was naturally not afraid of fighting with these mortals, but Zuo Chen was only afraid of the one holding the dung fork.
It's enchanted.
It took some time to sort out the cause and effect, and then the villagers in the village were extremely grateful to Zuo Chen, especially the parents who almost lost their children and almost knelt down to kowtow to Zuo Chen. .
Zuo Chen is quite indifferent to this.
This is just a simple effort for him. After all, now that he has established a foundation, he is already completely different from ordinary mortals.
There is a fresh air in Zuo Chen's Dantian. This air can be blown out from the mouth. Cold can make stones frost, heat can turn winter snow into water, and with a little more force, it can even make the stones in the soil freeze. The spring of grass and trees is one of the little tricks he knows now.
A group of villagers who understood the cause and effect immediately surrounded the man Yazi, using sticks and sticks. The man who had no breath left was beaten to death, and the body was dragged to a tree and hung.
Under the invitation of the village chief, the remaining villagers prepared to kill the chickens and make a living to entertain Zuo Chen.
Zuo Chen didn’t want to bother these seemingly poor villagers, but he couldn’t bear their enthusiasm. In addition, it was really dark. Although he didn’t need sleep, Zuo Chen still retained the habit of resting at night. So I agreed.
The village chief was a host and went to his house for a feast.
When we arrived at the village chief's house, the Eight Immortals table was set out. The families whose children had been rescued were able to produce chickens, and those who could produce rice were provided with rice. This small village had to forcefully put together a table with meat. The meal comes out.
The smell was quite fragrant, and Zuo Chen, who had been cooking rice all day on the mountain, was immediately hooked.
"Thank you, Taoist Priest, for your help. If it weren't for you, Taoist Priest, our village would have lost many children!"
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." Zuo Chen was not polite and directly pinched him I took a chopstick of meat and ate it into my mouth.
The lips and teeth are fragrant! The oil and water still taste good!
After three rounds of drinking, the village chief’s face turned slightly red under the influence of the village’s liquor. He looked Zuo Chen up and down and asked cautiously:
"Little Taoist Master, are you coming down from Gray Mountain?"
"Yes. After living in the mountain for more than two years, I have learned my craft and plan to go down the mountain to find a new way." Zuo Chen ate Happy, he said a few more words: "Village chief, do you know of any place nearby where I can learn skills? The kind of immortal sect where you can practice further."
"You said immortal sect, I I don’t know, but there is a gate in nearby Qingzhou City called Bai Lao Hui. There are many capable people in Bai Lao Hui. It’s more convenient for you to go there to learn skills or to get information than in our village.”
Nodding, Zuo Chen wrote down Bai Laohui's name.
He didn't dare to underestimate the gangs in the city. After all, this was the world of cultivation. The leader of this gang might also be a golden elixir, so he might as well get in touch with him himself.
While I was thinking about it, I suddenly heard the village chief. There was a bang bang bang sound coming from the house. The village chief heard the sound and hurried into the house. He came out again shortly after.
"I'm so sorry. My dad is too old and his legs and feet are inconvenient. He just hit something."
"It's okay." The Lingxi River in Zuo Chen's Dantian went upstream. , gathered into the eyes.
Through the wooden board, Zuo Chen could see an old man huddled on the bed. In the reflection of his eyes, Zuo Chen could see many shadows in the old man's body.
The old man was holding the window open and looking outside. He seemed to be staring at Zuo Chen. His lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something. After thinking for a few seconds, Zuo Chen took out a red egg from his bamboo basket and handed it to the village chief.
"This is a specialty from the mountain. The village chief might as well let your father try it, maybe he will like it."
The village chief took the red egg over with some doubts, but still ordered it He nodded and said:
"Thank you, little Taoist priest."
After having a good meal and wine, the village chief arranged a firewood room for Zuo Chen to rest. Zuo Chen just wanted to go in after thanking him. He was meditating, but the village chief stopped him.
"Little Taoist Priest, you came from the mountain, have you seen an old immortal?"
"Old immortal?" Zuo Chen was slightly startled, and the fallen head of the old Taoist priest flashed in his mind. His expression also became a little strange.
"Yes, my father went up the mountain to pay homage to the old immortal. He was also wearing a Taoist robe. When I saw you were the same, I thought, maybe you know him."
"I do know the old Taoist priest you mentioned, but... he is dead."
"Dead!?" The village chief's eyes widened, "How did he die?"
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"He must have been killed." Zuo Chen thought, having his head removed was probably not suicide.
The village chief staggered back two steps, as if he could not stand still.
His lips twitched slightly, but in the end he could only sigh:
"This world is in such chaos that all the old gods are dead..."
Zuo Chen also He wanted to say something, but saw the village chief staggering out of the guest room. He shook his head slightly and began to sit cross-legged in the guest room.
The village chief came to the inner room of his house and saw his father lying on the bed with weak breathing. He finally took out the brown egg.
"Dad, this is what the Taoist Master asked me to give to you. You can eat it, maybe you will have some magical powers..."
There was no words all night, and early the next morning, Zuo Chen packed his luggage, said goodbye to the village chief, and planned to leave.
After the village chief exchanged polite words with Zuo Chen, he stopped seeing him off.
When Zuo Chen got further and further away, the village chief also planned to go back to the house.
But just as he turned his head, he suddenly noticed a figure walking out of the house.
Looking closely, it turned out to be his father!
"Dad? Are you okay?!" The village chief was startled and didn't know whether he saw a human or a ghost.
His father's illness was something he knew very little about. Let alone getting out of bed, he didn't know whether he would survive the next day!
But now the old man’s face is rosy and his body looks very strong!
The old man didn't care about the village chief at all. He walked into the courtyard in two steps. He looked around and shouted in a panic:
"Where is the old fairy? Where is the old fairy!"
"Dad." The village chief's face was a little ugly. He hesitated for half a second before he said:
"There is no old immortal. The one who came yesterday was a little Taoist priest."
"What little Taoist priest!"
The old man blew his beard and glared, then gave the village chief a slap in the face: "I saw it through the crack of the window yesterday, and that was the old god! He looks exactly the same as he did sixty years ago! Listen to your grandfather, one hundred and twenty He looked like this years ago!"
"What!"
The village chief was shocked and hurried towards the entrance of the village.
But when he arrived at the entrance of the village, he could still see Zuo Chen.
There is only one country road connecting Kangyang Avenue.
(End of this chapter)