The view of Dao Dao on Dao Dao Mountain.
A dilapidated two-story Taoist temple stood alone on the top of the mountain. Its former color could no longer be seen, only boundless gray remained.
On the worship mat in front of the statue in the temple, an old Taoist priest was kneeling. He looked at the little girl sitting on the ground next to him with a look of despair on his face.
"Disciple, the master is about to die... put down your alchemy furnace and talk to the master!"
"Don't die first—"
Mo Qian didn't even raise his head and responded casually.
She held a palm-sized bronze cauldron in her hand. The cauldron was emitting faint green smoke, and from time to time there was a glimmer of golden light.
"The life-extending pill will be released soon. After eating it, you will live another year."
Chai Zhenren, "..."
Let me die for my teacher...
Twenty years ago, 90-year-old Chai Zhenren picked up this female doll in the Daodao River at the foot of the mountain. He asked around the village and found that those who were willing to adopt her were all planning to adopt her as a child bride. The old man was unwilling and had no idea. The only other way is to lead her up the mountain.
Originally, he should have become an immortal when he was 100 years old, but this little girl was like a god descending to earth. She suddenly discovered a life-extending elixir and refilled it for him again and again, dragging him alive until he was 110 years old!
Chai Zhenren can't afford to spend time with this girl...
"Disciple, the master has been with you for ten more years. In ten years, the master's cultivation level has not grown. Today you are twenty years old. You are not young anymore. Be good, let the master go, and let the master become an immortal. Bar……"
Chai Zhen was filled with resentment and couldn't help but speak harshly.
After he finished speaking, Mo Qian stood up slowly and walked towards the outside of the Taoist temple without saying a word.
"Hey, hey, disciple—" Chai Zhen's heart sank.
It's over, it broke the little girl's heart.
For this elixir, she had been busy for more than half a year, drawing talisman paper and collecting herbs, and most of the mountain had left her bald.
Chai Zhenren felt guilty, "Disciple, if you have anything to say, let's discuss it carefully with master and disciple. Don't leave."
Hearing this, Mo Qian stopped.
She turned around and said with her usual expression, "Master, I will go out and dig your grave to prevent you from dying in the Taoist temple."
Chai Zhenren, "..."
It turned out to be him - too worried...
He caressed his severely wounded heart and suddenly became worried about the people at the foot of the mountain.
This girl is beautiful when she comes down from the mountain. The common people had a hard time...
Chai Zhenren let out a long sigh and said, "Little Ancestor, come back here. I have something to tell you."
"oh."
Mo Qian responded, walked back unhurriedly, and sat back down where he was just now.
Chai Zhenren then took out a wooden hexagram from the pocket of his Taoist robe with a serious look on his face and wrote: The road is dangerous and a horse travels far, a lost sheep is as trapped as a tiger. The boat on the dangerous beach is passing through the wind and waves, and the flowers are dying in the spring and frost is falling from the sky.
He handed the hexagram sign to Mo Qian.
"My master has made a divination for your family, and he has made a fortune. The house is uneasy and may be in danger.
Your family name is Gu, and you have six brothers, five of whom are divorced. The sixth brother's marriage is also extremely shallow, and he will part ways with his wife in seven days.
If the sixth brother also leaves, this hexagram will come true, and there will be no way to solve it. Your family will become a destiny of evil, and your descendants will never get married, and they will all die alone. "
Chai Zhenren spoke with great emotion and every word was filled with tears.
But Mo Qian was not moved at all. He took the fortune teller indifferently, scanned it up and down, and returned the fortune teller to the master without any expression.
"Does my family have a throne to inherit?"
"What?"
"No, it's better to be alone forever."
"!!!Cough cough cough——"
Chai Zhenren was so frightened that he coughed repeatedly, and the fortune sticks in his hand trembled with his coughing.
Why doesn't this girl get enough oil and salt?
His face turned red from coughing, and he pointed at Mo Qian with trembling hands, "I don't have the throne, but your family is rich."
Upon hearing this, Mo Qian's dark eyes lit up, "How rich are you?"
Uh, how rich...
Chai Zhenren lowered his head and pondered. How could he know how rich the calculated "rich" was? However, he had to make this girl believe that her family was really rich.
Chai Zhenren tightened his gray beard and pretended to be serious.
"He is very rich and can build three hundred golden statues of his ancestors."
This time, Mo Qian's calm face finally had an expression.
She smiled, with two small dimples showing on her fair face, "Okay! I want to go down the mountain and inherit the family property!"
"Yeah."
Chai Zhenren nodded with satisfaction, but he quickly reacted.
"No! It's not about inheriting the family property, it's about going back to stop your sixth brother from getting divorced! Once the destiny of the evil god is formed, the family wealth will also be lost. You, as a member of the family, will lose money and find it difficult to gather wealth, and you will be destined to be poor.
Stopping your sixth brother will delay the formation of your destiny for at most three years. There is only one real way to solve it, which is to help all your brothers remarry and get your sister-in-law back within three years. "
When he heard that he would also become poor, Mo Qian couldn't sit still.
She pursed her lips and rubbed the cauldron in her hand, with reluctance written all over her face.
After thinking for a long time, she sighed helplessly, "Okay."
Then she looked up at Chai Zhenren, hugged him and bowed, "Master, you can die, I will make money for you to cultivate your golden body."
Chai Zhenren, "...", there is no need to be so anxious...
But when he heard Mo Qian agreed, he finally let go of his worries.
He shouldn't have let Mo Qian go find his family. This was against the law, but this little girl was the person he couldn't worry about the most in this world. Being able to let her return to his family would put an end to his obsession.
Chai Zhenren breathed a sigh of relief and slowly closed his eyes.
The soul gradually rises.
Rising, rising...
He suddenly remembered that there was one most important thing he had not told her!
Chai Zhenren was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat and shouted while floating in the air, "Disciple, you must not break the lust warning. You are a lone star. If that person touches you, you will die——"
The sound flies in the empty world.
I don’t know if the message reached Mo Qian’s ears...
…
Mo Qian followed his master's instructions and went to the police station to file a report.
Then she dug a hole in the mountain and buried the master. She also put thirty-three talismans on the master's urn to ensure that no one or insects dared to approach the master.
After settling the funeral arrangements, she dragged a homemade wooden cart down the mountain with the black cat raised in the Taoist temple in her arms.
Daodao Village at the foot of Daodao Mountain.
As soon as the villagers saw Mo Qian, they ran away.
"Run quickly, Mo Qian is coming down the mountain! Don't let her open her mouth!!!"
Mo Qian is the "god of plague" shunned by everyone in Dadao Village.
She often went down the mountain to beg for alms, and the people in the village sympathized with her and gave her food, fruits and vegetables.
But this little girl has a unique way of thanking people. She always says, "Your family is in a bloody disaster", "Your family is about to lose money", "Your child belongs to the family next door"...
What's even more frightening is that these bad words have come true.
The people in the village were so afraid of her that they wanted to cut off their own ears when they saw her opening her mouth...
Wherever Mo Qian went, it was like a zombie passing through, silent and lifeless.
She dragged a small cart and walked slowly on the country road. The sound of the wheels of the cart floated in the quiet village at dusk.
The villagers hid at home, used all the locks they could use, and hung three layers on the door.
They were lying on the crack of the door, listening to the noise outside, for fear that the "deadly" car wheels would suddenly stop at the door of his house...
Fortunately, Mo Qian didn't pause at all.
She walked past each house, going further and further away, going further and further away. She didn't stop until she reached the edge of the village, a large courtyard with red bricks and blue tiles.
He raised his hand and knocked on the courtyard door.
