I heard that I am an affectionate male supporting role [Transmigration Book]

February Festival, Waking of Insects.

It is advisable to travel, marry, and enter the house; avoid burial, breaking ground, and praying for blessings.

The little Taoist picked an auspicious day, put away his little burden and went down the mountain happily. He is fifteen and three months old this year, and the people at the bottom of the mountain would probably have already married a wife, and even the children would have been born sooner. But to be a Taoist priest, this age is still too young, so young that this is the first time he went down the mountain, and the first time he was ordered in a crisis.

Young people naturally have many yearnings and fascinations for the vast world. The little Taoist priest has a heavy responsibility and dare not be too greedy for the world of mortals, but he can't help but look at the thousands of colors when he walks in the bustling world.

The plan of the year lies in spring. The beginning of spring brings vitality, almost the happiest moment for mortals. After a long and boring winter, the seeds pressed under the snow finally germinate, and the migrating birds return one after another.

The little Taoist is wearing a plain Taoist robe, with a mahogany sword, and is leading a little donkey. The soft spring breeze blows over his face, the vendors on the street are eager to sell, and the singing of pipa and storyteller comes from the opposite teahouse. The spring mountain is like ink. , The clear water is clear, and the sun shines down with indescribable warmth.

He has practiced on the mountain of pure heart and asceticism for many years, never expecting that there are such moving scenery in this world, even the blue sky that he is used to seeing in the past looks different.

However, the little Taoist has not yet realized that most of the beauty in the world is based on money.

The little Taoist's journey is very long. He has to go through two countries, cross a river, and climb over ten mountains to find the hidden green hills.

Therefore, the teacher of the little Taoist priest prepared a very, very large amount of money for him, which allowed the little Taoist priest to live a very comfortable two months, but after the two months passed, his residence changed from a big inn to a small inn, and then from a small inn. It turned into a small restaurant, then from a small restaurant to a homestay, and in the end, he could only sleep in the barren temple.

The little Taoist didn't worry about his own food and clothing, because he found that the world was not all beautiful, and there were many poor people worthy of sympathy, so he opened his purse wide open, and the money flowed out continuously. Go out and flow to the poor who are dying of starvation.

Although he himself didn't eat well, but thinking that these people don't have to die because of a mouthful of rice, he felt that the steamed buns became sweeter.

A well-meaning boss asked him with concern: "It's good for you to give alms like this, but if you don't reveal your wealth, you may be targeted by others, and there are always people who deliberately cheat money."

The little Taoist didn't care: "As long as someone can benefit from the money I give out, it's not free."

But there are indeed many greedy people eyeing the little Taoist, so he had no choice but to avoid the bustling city and walk on remote and deserted roads. In fact, his money bag was already empty, but human greed will never be emptied.

The little Taoist sleeps with the clay statues of ghosts and gods at night, and rushes desperately during the day. He is still so enthusiastic and kind, even though the world is not as beautiful as it was when he first came down the mountain, and even became a little eerie.Sometimes when someone's home is plagued by evil or disaster, the little Taoist will go in to help. His cultivation is not very deep, but compared to the swindling magic sticks and fake Taoist priests, he is already an indomitable and powerful person.

This day the little Taoist helped others again. There was a village offering sacrifices to the river god, and he was about to throw a beautiful little girl into the water. After landing on the shore, the liar who had set up several tables of god tributes got under the table in fright.

The big loach was really big, its waist was as thick as a dragon pillar in the palace, and its head was so big that it couldn't tell the difference between east, west, north and south, and it could only pant and breathe heavily.

"Smelly Taoist." The big loach almost lost half of its life when it got out of the water, and shouted, "You and I have no grievances, why did you kill me and damage my cultivation?"

The little Taoist grinned and made a big grimace: "Since you are killing others, I will naturally kill you."

The villagers and village chiefs gathered around, talking about "little fairy" and "little Taoist leader". The crying sacrificial woman Yingying came over and blessed her body. They didn't kill the loach, but coaxed the little Taoist to eat it. The meal is delicious, and he is invited to sleep at the village head's house.

The little Taoist had a full stomach and felt extremely sleepy, so he yawned big, tied the burden tightly around his body, lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

In the middle of the night, the little Taoist heard cries and shouts. Some people shouted that there was a fire, and some people called for help and begged for mercy. He rubbed his eyes in a daze and got up, trying to grab his mahogany sword, but found that the sword was gone. All the burdens on his body disappeared, only the wooden sign in his arms glowed in the dark night.

"Boy, is this your package?"

The crumbling wooden house was about to collapse, but somehow the power came from, and all the broken materials were held in the air. A man separated from the fire and walked in. He still held the little Taoist priest's yellow leather bundle and peach wood sword in his hand. Throw it over lightly.

The little Taoist hurriedly looked through the bundle, and found that nothing was lost, but the wooden sign in his arms flew over lightly and landed in the man's hand.

"Little Taoist." The man asked, with a pair of phoenix eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling. He was dressed in white, like an unmelted statue of a god molded by winter snow, which had not yet melted in spring. "Where did this wooden sign come from?"

The little Taoist replied honestly: "My teacher gave it to me. He said that if there is any trouble on the way, he will save my life and take me to Qingqiu."

The man said "Oh" and said casually: "You are Feng Pingxu's apprentice."

"Exactly." The little Taoist jumped off the bed, nodded honestly, and saluted the stranger, "Thank you for the rescue, senior, I don't know what happened, are the villagers outside okay?"

"Villagers?" The well-meaning senior had a sneer on his face, "It was these villagers who set the fire and wanted to burn you to death."

It turned out that the loach spirit was not a monster that threatened the villagers. He had an agreement with the villagers that if he ate a woman every year, he would bless the villagers with good weather and a good harvest. It is dedicated to the fish monster.Therefore, when the little Taoist priest came, he blocked people's money and livelihood. Seeing that the little Taoist priest was very skilled, they didn't dare to make a move, so they drugged the meal, stole the burden and the mahogany sword, and prepared to burn him alive.

"How, do you regret doing good deeds?" the senior asked, he didn't seem to care much about anyone, with a sneer on his face, not malicious, just a kind of indifference that has nothing to do with himself.

He made the little Taoist think of snow in winter, looking at the beauty, it floated into his neck and shivered with cold.

The little Taoist shook his head. He didn't feel that he would veto goodness when he encountered evil. He just hugged his burden tightly. The sea of ​​fire made his butt burn hot, and the door was blocked by collapsed timber. He was quite sincere. "Senior, can we go out and talk?"

The senior then directly carried him out of the sea of ​​flames.

The fire was so intense that almost all the houses in the village were burnt to pieces. The mortals crowded each other, crying sadly while hugging the ignorant dolls, with red flames reflected in their eyes.The little Taoist lifted his legs and was carried by the senior like a sack. His face was almost licked by the tongue of fire. He was burning hot at the moment, but found that the other party was completely unmoved. I really admire it."

"Is this kind of fire?" The senior sneered, and said flatly, "Have you never seen a real fire?"

When the little Taoist asked what the real fire was like, the other party refused to say any more. He was like the wooden sign that his wife had stuffed in. It was mysterious and weird, and it was full of things that the little Taoist couldn't understand.

When he reached a safe place, the little Taoist priest was finally put down. He cupped his fists and said, "Thank you for saving my life, senior."

"No need." The white-robed man just looked at him indifferently, "I'm not very familiar with Qingqiu, but I can show you the way."

The little Taoist was a little dumbfounded, he said "ah", touched his head and said, "But, but Master said, you will take me to Qingqiu?"

"I still have some things, I can't take you there, but what are you doing in Qingqiu?"

"Oh." The little Taoist patted his bag. He made a small face and said seriously, "It's not appropriate to publicize this matter, but since the senior wants to ask, I can't hide it. This bag contains the nightmare that escaped from the demon world." , No one in my sect has the ability to destroy it, so my wife said that there is a powerful person named Xuan Jie in Qingqiu, his former residence, who can completely eliminate the nightmare, so she sent me to Qingqiu."

The man seemed to have smiled quickly, and he returned to the appearance of Gujing Wubo again, making the little Taoist wonder if he had read it wrong.

"Since that's the case, there will be a period later, little Taoist priest."

The other party didn't say anything in the end, pointed out how to enter Qingqiu, and disappeared in the blink of an eye. The little Taoist turned around twice, but he didn't see half of the figure, and couldn't help touching his hair. It's from the mother's family, the ability to come and go without a trace is exactly the same as the teacher's, and she looks so good-looking, maybe everyone in them is beautiful, I don't know if there is a little girl who is about the same age as me.

The little Taoist rubbed his face embarrassingly, and felt that it was rude to think about it in broad daylight, but when he looked up, it was nothing before dawn, and it was human nature to think about such things at night.

After walking two steps outside, the little Taoist priest suddenly realized: "Oh, senior didn't return the wooden sign to me. It turns out that the wooden sign can only be used once."

One time is fine, you already have more lives than ordinary people, so you shouldn't be greedy.

The little Taoist started on the road again, happily carrying his burden, feeling that the out-of-reach Qingqiu seemed to have dimly turned into the beautiful silhouette of a little girl, it was really a mysterious and exciting place.He has seen the prosperity and warmth of the world, but also the desolation and ugliness of the world, so he can't wait to see what kind of place Qingqiu is.

The author has something to say: Because the plot needs a new perspective, thank you to the little angel who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~