The first year of Ganlin in the Great Chu Dynasty.

In the early morning, a middle-aged fat Taoist emerged from two broken thatched huts on an unknown hill.

He stood in the courtyard and turned to look at the curling smoke from the chimney, and nodded with satisfaction. Then he stretched out his hands to embrace the sun and moon, facing the mountains, his eyes closed and his movements.

Suddenly, two donkey calls came from a distance. The fat Taoist looked angry and slowly opened his eyes and cursed: "Beast of Miscellaneous Hair! Even you dare to laugh at me!"

"Master! It's time to eat." The boy's shout came from the thatched hut.

"I understand." Fat Taoist replied calmly. Then he walked into the thatched hut with his hands on his back.

The fat Taoist walked into the woodshed and sat on the round wooden pier. He picked up a thick magnetic bowl and drank a sip of brown rice porridge and frowned slightly.

This is not porridge, it is so dilute that it is rice soup.

He picked up a chopstick with his chopsticks and put them in his mouth to chew it and frowned.

The little Taoist sitting beside him blinked his black eyes and looked at him in embarrassment: "Master, the salt jars are all over the bottom. I just put a little salt."

The fat Taoist nodded slightly and said, "Pure and Wuwei, light and Wuwei. Not bad, not bad. You can eat too."

"Why!"

At this time, the little Taoist boy agreed and then picked up the bowl and started drinking the porridge.

The fat Taoist looked up and down at his apprentice who had been with him for at least seven or eight years.

At the age of thirteen or fourteen, he has big black and lively eyes. He is very thin but strong. This is the result of training in the mountains every day to pick firewood and carry water.

The Taoist's eyes finally fell on the Taoist boy's tattered and dirty Taoist robe, and sighed with a little guilt.

The little Taoist priest looked up at the master in surprise.

"You have been following me on this mountain since you were five or six years old. You have never been outside the mountain again. The world is very big. Do you want to go and take a look?" asked the fat Taoist amiably.

"If I leave, who will carry water and chop wood? Who will take care of you?" asked the little Taoist priest.

"You are wrong. Carrying water and chopping wood is also a practice! After you leave, the master will do it himself." The fat Taoist said patiently.

"I won't go! When I was chopping wood, I met someone who came in to pick up medicine outside and said it was very messy outside!" The little Taoist priest thought for a while and shook his head and replied.

"Don't worry! I've been teaching you for so many years!" said the fat Taoist angrily.

He calmed down his emotions and said, "Has I told you many times? Our lineage is inherited from Immortal Lu! Immortal Lu took the imperial examination before he became an immortal. This is because he went through the trial of fame and fortune. He also saw the Red Pink Skeleton. He finally became an immortal!"

"If Fairy Lu had not rolled in the world, how could he become an immortal?" The fat Taoist asked finally.

The little Taoist nodded in confusion when he heard this.

"Go, your chance has come. You can ride the donkey when you leave."

The fat Taoist said with a loving look on his face.

"No! The donkey is too old and may have died halfway through the way before he walked far away." said the little Taoist priest.

The fat Taoist finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Longevity! I have taught you in vain for so many years! Opportunity! If the donkey's chance comes, it will die on the mountain! It will die on the road! Do you understand?" the fat Taoist asked sternly.

It seems that the master is really angry. Otherwise, he even called out his worldly name.

"I understand, I understand!" The little Taoist priest named Changshou nodded and replied.

"Although I am reluctant to leave my teacher, I'd better go for your Taoist career." The fat Taoist patted the little Taoist priest's shoulder and said lovingly.

"Master, will I stay with you on the mountain for a while before walking?" Changshou asked cautiously.

"No! You can't delay it!" The fat Taoist answered decisively.

"Is it OK for one or two days?" Changshou asked again.

"Bastard! I said everything I said just now! Actually, you still didn't understand!" The fat Taoist said angrily.

Changshou thought for a while and asked, "I'll fill up the water in the tank, cut a load of firewood up the mountain and then leave?"

"This is your filial piety. Just do that." The fat Taoist then agreed with a gentle expression.

After packing up the dishes, Changshou carried two wooden barrels on a shoulder pole and went down the mountain to the stream to carry water.

I went back and forth three times before I filled the large water tank.

Changshou picked up the hatchet and walked towards the back mountain again.

Two hours later, Changshou walked back to the yard with two large bundles of firewood by a wooden stick.

He wiped the sweat from his head and opened his belt and tightened it tighter again.

The bowl of rice soup I drank in the morning had already been digested. Now I can only tighten my belt and endure it.

At this time, the fat Taoist came out of the thatched hut with a wooden sword in both hands, looking solemn.

From a distance, you can see that the handmade handicrafts of the wooden sword are very poor, like a child's toy.

The two ends of a hemp rope are tied to the hilt and the sword, so that the wooden sword can be carried on the body.

"This sword is specially prepared for you for your master. From now on, you can walk in the world and kill demons and eliminate demons. You will rely on it! Disciple, take the sword!" said the fat Taoist loudly.

A loud voice echoed in the valley.

I heard the distant mountains keep coming back - sword - sword - cheap!...

"Thank you, Master!"

Changshou bowed and took the wooden sword with both hands and carried it on his back.

"Go and take the donkey out, let's go down the mountain now. I'll stand on the mountain and watch you!" The fat Taoist said affectionately, stroking his beard with his hand.

“Yes, Master.”

Changshou agreed to turn around and lead the donkey to the straw hut.

Strangely, the old donkey, who usually loses his temper when he asks it to do some work, is very obedient today and lets Changshou be brought out smoothly.

Looking at the apprentice who was holding the old donkey and wearing a tattered Taoist robe, the fat Taoist closed his eyes and waved his hand and said, "Let's go, the sun will set in two hours."

Changshou knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times to the master, turning around and leading the donkey out of the yard.

It’s better to lead the donkey away after all, after all, it’s better to lead the donkey.

Watching the child gradually moving away with the donkey, his figures appear and disappear in the swaying woods, the fat Taoist suddenly became moved and couldn't help but want to call his apprentice back. But reason made him hold it back immediately.

Now there is only one mouth left on the mountain. It’s time to have a dry meal every now and then?

The fat Taoist touched his gurgling belly and thought.

He trembled with his hands and took out a ragged book from his sleeve. There were five big words in the book: Taishang Resonance Chapter.

"The Master used this book to deceive the master, and the Master used this book to deceive me. I also wanted to use this book to deceive my disciples, but why did he learn it at a young age? Is this book true or false? If it is true, why can't Master, Master and I practice it? If it is false, why did Changshou be practiced?" The fat Taoist shook his head and said to himself.
Chapter completed!