Covering the sky: At the beginning, the emperor invited me to become a fairy

As the night of the torrential rain passed, by the Jishui River, young and strong men from the village gathered, wanting to salvage some rare things from the big river.

However, at this moment, beside the rolling Jishui River, there were screams and shouts one after another.

The crowd was surging, and a certain place by the river was surrounded by water.

The news that the young Ji Xukong salvaged a "corpse" quickly spread throughout the small fishing village.

In fact, similar things have never happened before.

After the heavy rain and mountain torrents, there would inevitably be some wild animal corpses floating in Jishui, and the villagers would sometimes see some dead people.

Natural disasters are ruthless, but manpower is exhausted. It is not surprising that such a thing happened.

The people here have always been simple and honest, and usually when encountering such a thing, the villagers would not covet the property of the deceased, they would just salvage the body and simply dig a pit and bury it.

Occasionally, when encountering some unlucky situations, everyone would invite the most respected person in the village to offer sacrifices to confess the crime, and then throw the things back into the river as if they had never been salvaged.

This has been the case for more than a hundred years.

Fortunately, there were no strange disasters in the fishing village after all, and it was quite peaceful and peaceful.

Therefore, when the villagers who stayed in the village to clean up the mess heard about it, they were not too flustered, and even warned the children not to see any "water ghosts".

But this time, the situation seems to be different from before.

On the banks of the Jishui River, in the center of the crowd, everyone's eyes were extraordinarily dignified. Looking at the "corpse" in front of them, they dared not show a single air.

As for the person involved, Ji Xukong, although his face was pale, there was a hint of excitement in his eyes.

"You said, is this old man really dead?"

After a long time, the young man who was not afraid of tigers at birth asked, without any taboos.

If it was normal, he would have been scolded by the neighbors and uncles.

It was fished up from the river, soaked for most of the night, people are all swollen, is there still alive?

But this time, even the most well-informed and well-informed people in the village could not make up their minds and hesitated to speak out.

I saw that the old man who was salvaged by Ji Xukong had white beard and hair, ruddy complexion, and a calm expression. He was wearing a Taoist robe that didn't look gorgeous, but was more natural and simple.

Not only that, but the old man had a faint brilliance, although it was not obvious in broad daylight, but it also dazzled the onlookers.

At the same time, the old man's clothes were all dry, and he didn't look like he had just been fished out of the water.

From what I saw before my eyes, the "Old Immortal" who clearly looks like a fairy, how could it be that unlucky "Water Ghost"?
The young Ji looked around and saw that most of the people were full of doubts, and no one spoke, so he took the initiative to step forward.

"Boy!" "Void!"

Amidst the sincere concern of the neighbor's uncle, Xiao Kongkong showed a bright smile, and then cautiously approached the old man, sensing his breath and heartbeat, and soon heaved a sigh of relief, and immediately raised his head:
"He's still alive!"

"Xu... Void, come back quickly!"

Not far away, the expressions on the faces of the people not only did not relax at all, but became more anxious and kept shouting.

Ji Xukong followed everyone's gazes, and only then noticed that at some point, a faint purple mist evaporated from the place where the old man was lying.

The villagers were afraid to avoid the fog, but Ji Xukong, who was in it, only felt comfortable and exhausted.

However, in order not to worry his parents, relatives and friends, he reluctantly left the old man and returned to the villagers.

But with the passage of time, not only did the purple air not dissipate, but it became more intense, turbulent and mighty, reflecting the nine-color divine glow, reflecting this place like a fairyland on earth.

At the same time, there was a faintly refreshing fragrance pervading, making everyone present feel reborn.

Just when everyone was ecstatic, a slightly noisy voice came from the periphery of the crowd.

Not long after, an old man with gray hair and a head of white hair appeared, and he approached slowly surrounded by the villagers.

Seeing the old man, the villagers seemed to have a backbone immediately, and rushed forward one after another.

Xiao Xukong took the initiative to run over, carefully helping the other party approach the Jishui River, and walked to the old Taoist who was salvaged from the water.

Seeing the solemn expression of the old man beside him, carefully sizing up the old Taoist without blinking, Ji Xukong couldn't help asking:
"Grandpa, do you think he is a fairy?"

As soon as his words fell, the place fell silent for an instant, and all the people present turned pale. Immediately, they all looked at the old man expectantly.

In fact, the boy's question is also a common doubt in the hearts of the villagers.

Hearing this, the white-haired old man's eyes were shining brightly, and he didn't answer directly, he only said with emotion from the bottom of his heart:
"This man is infinitely more terrifying than demons and ghosts."

It's really a fairy!
In an instant, Ji Xukong was really elated, and his soul was about to fly to the sky.

Just as he was thinking about how to greet the old fairy when he woke up, his grandfather ordered everyone to throw the old fairy back into the Jishui River.

"Grandpa!?"

Ji Xukong's eyes were full of doubt and incomprehension.

Among the villagers present, some had the same expressions as Xiao Kongkong, while others nodded with relief.

Hearing this, the old man with white hair touched the top of Ji Xukong's head, and said earnestly:
"He and we are not from the same world after all. If he is left behind, it is likely to bring disaster to our village. Void, do you understand?"

Of course, Xiao Xukong didn't fully understand what grandpa said, but he felt that grandpa must be doing it for everyone's good, so he stopped making noise, and only looked at the old fairy not far away with reluctance.

Seeing this, grandpa also comforted:

"Don't worry, the things in the river will definitely not hurt that person."

"boom!"

And just when several young and strong men stepped forward to lift the old fairy up, the latter suddenly opened his eyes.

The two golden dragon-like pupils were blazing, as if they had sunk into the depths of the sky, making the bright sun dim in an instant, and only that fairy light was eternal in the world.

Even so, the old fairy's body did not have the slightest fluctuation of divine energy, and the onlookers were only amazed, and were not shocked.

After a long time, the celestial light faded away, and the old fairy "lived" in the eyes of everyone's astonishment. He stood up and walked around like a normal person.

After that day, there was such an old fairy in the small village by the Jishui River.

He eats the wind and drinks the dew, meditates and practices Zen.

Although I didn't see him eating anything, he walked like flying, making the young and strong in the village far behind.

In the early morning, the old Taoist would stand quietly by the Jishui River and watch the sunrise in the east.

But every time he turned around and left, there were still schools of fish gathering by the Jishui River, unwilling to disperse for a long time.

If you get off the net at this time, you can often return with a full load.

Not only that, since the old Taoist stayed here, there have been many happy events in the village, and there is a sense of peace and tranquility.

Therefore, everyone in the village respects him even more.

"I have seen the Taoist priest."

People in the village, no matter men, women, young or old, are very respectful to them, and they all take the initiative to say hello whenever they meet.

And the old Taoist didn't rely on his status, nodding his head one by one.

It's just that the person never spoke.

After seeing the old fairy, the uncles and aunts in the village looked at the "follower" behind the old fairy with a smile on their faces, and joked:
"Little Void, why don't you catch fish every day, and follow the Taoist leader all day, you are not ashamed!"

Every time the villagers made fun of him like this, Little Void would just reply with a simple smile.

In fact, ever since the old god lived in the village, countless people followed him, and among them there were even some who knelt down and kowtowed nine times, wanting to worship him as a teacher.

It's just that the old god never paid attention to these behaviors.

After a long time, everyone's thoughts will naturally fade, let nature take its course.Only one Ji Xukong persevered, persisted, and followed the old fairy closely.

Fortunately, these days, fishing in the village is extremely convenient, and the harvest is often quite good, and there is no shortage of him, a labor force that has not yet matured.

After exchanging pleasantries with the enthusiastic uncle and aunt, Ji Xukong immediately raised his eyes, looking at the ethereal figure in front of him, feeling dazed.

This day was already the day when he followed the old fairy.

And after these many days of indifference, not only has Xu Kong's heart for the Tao not been wiped out, but it has become more firm, and even his whole body feels reborn.

He wants to practice and ask questions!

Never before has such a firm idea emerged in Ji Xukong's heart.

He knew from the bottom of his heart that if he missed this opportunity, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

Thinking of this, Ji Xukong didn't hesitate any longer, and immediately ran up, catching up with the old fairy in front of him again.

The latter spent most of the day sitting cross-legged on a hill not far from the village, with his eyes slightly closed, enlightened and practicing.

But today, it is different.

Just when Ji Xukong was sitting obediently behind the old fairy far away, ready to imitate as usual, he suddenly noticed that the old fairy did not close his eyes to practice, but looked straight at him .

While Ji Xukong was overjoyed, the old fairy's calm and indifferent words came from his ears:

"What's your name?"

However, before the overjoyed Ji Xukong had time to speak, the old fairy had already said to himself:
"Well, Ji Xukong, that's a good name."

Hearing this, the young man in front of him couldn't help being taken aback, and then whispered in doubt:
"Daozhang, I haven't answered yet... Or, have you heard about it from everyone?"

Thinking of this possibility, Xiao Kong couldn't help but feel complacent.

Unexpectedly, at this, the old fairy smiled slightly, and asked:
"Did you really not answer just now?"

Hearing this, Little Void said firmly without hesitation: "Of course!"

Seeing this, the old god seemed to want to break the casserole and ask the end, and continued to ask:
"Are you sure?"

The old fairy's tone did not fluctuate at all, and he still had that calm and breezy appearance.

But this time, Ji Xukong's heart was at a loss.

Did he answer it?Or, he was happy for a while, answered too quickly, and really forgot?
Naturally, there are no taboos in the mind of a young man, so he frankly expressed his feelings one by one.

In this regard, the old fairy finally showed a smile on his face, and couldn't help but smile:
"Yes or no, what does it matter?"

"Whether the void exists or not is the foundation of the Dao. It is indeed a good name."

Hearing the old god's emotion, Ji Xukong seemed to understand, but he also heard that the old god seemed very satisfied with him, so he boldly asked:
"The Taoist priest, what should you call him?"

After the voice fell, I felt the world was silent.The breeze is warm, everything grows, and everything in front of me is so natural and simple, it almost makes the small void with the clear heart of Dao fall into it.

After a long time, there seemed to be plain words in his ears:

"Poverty, Taiqing."

The author has something to do today, the third update will be updated around 23:50, I'm very sorry.

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