WeChat Cultivation

234 - Chapter [-]
In front of me is a beautiful place with beautiful mountains and rivers. Standing on the hill, there are several homestays directly below, which is a small village with more than [-] families.Less than a mile in front of the village, there is a meandering clear stream flowing from the other side of the mountain to this side of the mountain.On the other side of the river, there are rows of horizontal peaks, which are magnificent and beautiful.

It was the coolest time in the morning, and village names were carrying farm tools to farm in the fields. They built paddy fields along the river, and reclaimed dry land on the hills at Fandi's feet and the hills on the opposite side.Following his arrival, several villagers noticed and looked up one after another. They were still warmly saying hello.

"Young man, where did you fight?" A muscular old man wearing a bamboo hat and holding a hoe asked with a laugh.

Fan Di also smiled and replied: "It's been a long time, I forgot."

"That's interesting." The old man replied, then bowed his head and went to work on the farm.

Fan Di didn't move on. He came to the river and sat on a clean big white stone. He took off his shoes and socks, and soaked his feet after walking for many years in the cold stream, feeling the coldness transmitted from the hot soles of his feet. In other words, the shady and cool mountain shadow reflected by Hengfeng is actually so comfortable.

Before he knew it he fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was dusk.

"It's really a good place!" He sighed a long time, feeling a little regretful and lingering.

Just at this time, a middle-aged uncle who looked young and strong, in his forties, suddenly appeared behind him, and said with a kind smile, "Since you think it's good, why don't you stay?"

Fan Di was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to respond.

The uncle asked, "Where do you want to go?"

"There is nowhere to go, so I am wandering between heaven and earth." Fan Di replied.

"Tired?" The uncle looked into his eyes, looking for an answer.

"I don't know." Fan Di smiled, and he put on his shoes and socks slowly, carrying a small burden on his back.This burden was cast by Qinghan Sword Immortal, and fresh dry food and water would constantly appear in it.It was the support of this burden that he was able to complete the journey of the past few years.

Uncle smiled. "Are you always tired of eating dry food? You help me with the farm work, and I'll treat you to a good meal, how about it?"

"But I don't know how to do farm work!" Fan Di didn't refuse the invitation to have a good meal. After being a mysterious god for decades, he didn't get a drop of water, but when he returned to a mortal, he still pursued his appetite.He himself was used to eating dry food and didn't think there was anything wrong with it, but when the uncle mentioned it this way, he thought of some things on the earth and couldn't help but miss it a little.

"No problem! I'll teach you tomorrow!" the uncle said with a smile.

After finishing speaking, he dragged Fan Di to those mud-built homestays.Walking to a room at the end of the village, he walked into the wide open door and shouted: "Old woman, cook more rice, there are guests."

"Okay, old man." The woman in the room slightly poked her head to see Fan Di's appearance, and responded happily.

"Uncle, I haven't helped you with your work yet! Let's eat dry food tonight!" Fan Di said and wanted to go out of the house, but the uncle walked around to him and stopped him with his hand, saying: "Really To be honest, the whole village! There are no young people, and it is my old man who is useless. I can’t be a mother to the old woman, and I don’t ask you to stay longer, just stay with us for two days?"

Hearing these words, the joyful clinking of pots, pans and pans in the room suddenly fell silent.

Looking at the expectant face of the uncle, Fan Di suddenly thought of his father, the old man who was sitting at the gate of the nursing home crying and saying that he was wrong, and suddenly felt a pain in his heart.He shouldn't be ashamed of him, but that guilt and nostalgia were born in this way.The past seemed so insignificant.He thought of his mother again, every time she came home from school, she was always busy in the kitchen, looking for delicious food for herself that she was usually reluctant to eat.

She is getting fatter and fatter, but she is getting thinner and darker.

"Good!" he replied.

He didn't know how this answer came out, and he didn't even know whether he was sad or missing.

Immediately, the uncle's face became beaming, and the sound of collisions in the kitchen became even more joyful.

He looked back at the house. In the dim room, there was only an oil lamp flickering, and a few spirit tablets could be seen at the end of the wall.And directly in front of the spiritual seat is a wooden table, on which there are bowls, chopsticks and meals, which are not only eaten by the living, but also used to pay homage to the dead.

Ordinary people have to experience birth, old age, sickness, and death. Immortals call these catastrophes.Become an immortal, and you can transcend these painful catastrophes, and get rid of the sea of ​​suffering built by all living beings.

"What is a fairy?"

Fan Di murmured suddenly, and this question arose in his heart again.The Patriarch of Sanqing once answered this question for him, what is an immortal?
Immortals are Taoists and road builders who practice Taoism and roads for all living beings, lead all living beings to step on the way of heaven, lead all living beings to become immortals, transcend all kinds of sufferings, and become immortals who live forever and live as long as heaven.This is the real fairy.

However, this answer is the answer of the Sanqing Patriarch.What about Fan Di's answer?

The uncle brought back a basin of clear water and said with a smile, "Young man, I don't know your name yet!"

Fan Di hesitated a little and replied: "Uncle, my name is Sanqing!"

"Oh? It's the same name as the legendary ancient god! This is a good thing haha!" After finishing speaking, the uncle put down the basin, took out a spatula and handed it to Fan Di, saying, "Seeing that you have been away for a few years, do you want to Riley?"

Looking at the basin of clear water and the not-so-sharp spatula, he thought for a while and took the spatula.

Seeing that he had taken it, the uncle happily went to help in the kitchen. "Old woman, the movement is really slow, don't starve the child."

"You talk too much!" The woman reproached, but she wasn't really angry, and the tone of the two of them seemed to be flirting.

Fan Di is holding the scraper, he has never shaved.When the knife was cut down, there was a sudden pain, but he didn't make a sound, just watched a few drops of fresh blood dripping into the clear water.Then he stopped hesitating and fell down again.

When the uncle and the woman came out of the kitchen, they saw Fan Di whose chin was covered with knife wounds.The woman suddenly felt distressed and said: "Old man, he doesn't know how to use a scraper, why can't you help him?"

The uncle also blamed himself endlessly: "Blame me for being confused! I am confused!"

The woman hastily ground up the earthy herbs she had dried at home and applied them carefully to Fan Di's wound.The rest, of course, is done by the uncle.

After everything was cleaned up, his handsome face was revealed, and the long hair that was originally messy and knotted was also changed into a refreshing short hair.

"You're so handsome!" The woman looked at Fan Di with a happy smile.

The uncle immediately answered: "Yes! The thief is like when I was young."

"Shameless!" The woman immediately complained coldly.

"Why are you shameless? I was not handsome when I was young, can you take a fancy to me?"

"That's my old lady who was blind back then!"

"Hey! You old lady, the older you get, the less real you are!"

Seeing the bickering between the two, Fan Di felt warm in his heart, and smiled without realizing it.

　Three shifts.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)