C5 The first time I met a beauty on my way down the mountain...
CHAPTER 5 - THE FOLLOWING ROAD FIRST MEN'S BEAUTY
Qing Xuan Dao Long held my hand, walking slower than before. When I raised my head to look at his face, a benevolent feeling surged in my heart. He actually had the same feeling as my grandfather.
I asked, "Grandfather, how did you know that the White Snake Demon was hiding here?"
He smiled and looked down at me, his eyes only affectionate. "I know how to count," he said gently.
"Ow ~!" This so-called smart and calculating Daoist Priest, I'll call it you guys. " This was a phrase that my grandfather often said. Every time he came back with a bountiful fish, my grandfather would boast, "I am the smart and cunning Taoist at the foot of the Laoshan Mountains."
However, it was not often for fish and shrimp to be in stock.
Qing Xuan Dao Long laughed out loud, stroked his beard and nodded: "Your grandfather is my senior brother, and he's even older than me by three years. I should call him senior brother."
He then looked at me and continued, "We are all Taoists, and we all know how to count. However, the phrase 'clever and cunning Taoist' is not said by your grandfather, but by your grandmother."
"My grandmother?"
"Your grandma was on an immortal tour before you were born. "When you were born, you were the only one in the Li Clan who had produced such a good wine. I even went out to eat your Hundred Years' Wine."
"My grandfather never told me about my grandmother." I scratched my head and whispered.
Qing Xuan Dao Long smiled and said, "Your grandmother was a beauty back then."
After a slight pause, he told me the story of my grandfather's departure from the mountain.
In the 1960s, as Taoists, their grandfather and the others were struggling to survive under the waves of old age. They were starving and extremely poor, so no one dared to leave the Taoist temple for fear of being denounced by the masses.
This was a day in winter. The mountain was covered with snow, and the wild fruits of vegetables were even harder to find. Everyone was extremely hungry, so they decided to send someone down the mountain to find some ingredients.
He wanted to exchange some money for something, but he realized that the idols, scriptures, cultural relics and temple tablets had all been destroyed, and there wasn't a single remnant left. Only the sword he used would be able to be exchanged for a few coins, so without further ado, his grandfather picked up his sword, changed into civilian clothes, carried a small knapsack on his back, and went down the mountain to look for food.
Snow covered the entire mountain. Heavy snow covered the path down the mountain. Grandfather relied on his profound internal energy and many dangers lurked around him. When he arrived at the foot of the mountain, it was already close to winter dusk.
He stood at the foot of the mountain and looked back at the snow-covered mountain, which had been dyed golden by the setting sun. His eyes exuded a cold aura as he turned around and walked down the mountain towards the village.
The mountain was also covered in snow. The roads that were trampled by the pedestrians were sparkling and translucent like a mirror; they were abnormally smooth. If one was not careful while walking on it, one would fall very miserably.
His grandfather carefully moved forward, only to see a girl wearing a cotton-padded jacket sliding on the road, each step was difficult. He then activated his internal force cultivation method and quickly walked to the girl's side, gently supporting her arm.
The girl had nearly fallen down a few times. Just as she was about to be supported and thanked, she tilted her head and saw a handsome, fair faced young man. She could not help but blush shyly as she glanced at him for a moment before turning her head away and thanking him softly.
His grandfather's eyes were also instantly attracted to the girl's beauty. She had large almond eyes, curved eyebrows, cherry red lips, a straight nose, and a small oval face with well-proportioned facial features. Just that single glance alone was enough to captivate his heart.
While her grandfather was lost in thought, someone shouted from the front, "Yujuan! Who was that person? "Come back quickly!" It sounded like an old man, and his voice was trembling.
He had only taken a few steps when his feet slipped and he fell backwards. His grandfather rushed forward like an arrow and grabbed the girl by the waist to help her up. At this moment, the old man who was not far away was already slowly walking over while leaning on a thick stick.
With just a glance, Grandpa was able to tell what was wrong. The old man's body emitted traces of black smoke, and his face was haggard. His waxy skin glowed yellow in the near dark sunlight.
The girl looked at her grandfather, her eyes filled with shyness. She once again whispered her thanks, but my grandfather did not meet her gaze. He only stared at the old man as he walked over, not blinking.
The old man walked closer and closer. A bell hung from his waist, which started to ring. He held the bell with his hand and slowly extended his right hand towards the treasured sword on his back.
The old man walked in front of him, and then he saw the old man's face, the deep sunken eye sockets, the two eyes that were pale and yellow, the pupils that should have been black instead were like broken eggs, drifting about, lips were dry and split, a few deep wounds were bleeding out, skin and bones were all over his body, like dried salted fish.
The old man looked at the girl and said weakly: "My daughter, who is this brat? "Such a disorderly action." As he spoke, he glanced at his grandfather beside him.
He saw that my grandfather's eyes were focused and his brows were tightly knitted. The old man could not help but be stunned for a moment and a strange smile flashed at the corner of his mouth.
The old man looked at the girl again, then reached out to grab her hand. He turned around and said as he walked, "In the future, this kind of unknown stranger, don't talk to him too much. He might not be a good person."
The girl was dragged by the old man as she walked forward. Her eyes were filled with unwillingness as she turned her head to look at my grandfather.
His grandfather stood where he was without moving, the sword on his back hanging by his side. Despite the chilly night wind blowing against his thin clothes, the bell on his waist was also blown away by the wind.
In a little while, the girl and the old man disappeared into the twilight.
He took out a few pieces of charm paper from the inside of his shirt and a small wooden box from the backpack behind him. He opened the box and found half a box of vermilion powder inside. He dipped his finger in the powder and started to draw on the charm paper. The wind whistled in the north at night, but the thin yellow paper in his grandfather's hand didn't move in the wind at all. It was as if he was pressing it against a wall.
After a few minutes, he had finished writing a few spells. He put the wooden box back into his luggage, put the spell inside his shirt, and walked in the direction where the girl had disappeared.
After walking a few hundred meters, Pappy noticed that a red tile house in front of him was surrounded by black air. The water seeping out of the outside walls had formed a thick layer of ice, and the entire wall seemed to be sealed with crystal.
He walked out of the house and gently touched the ice crystals on the wall. Suddenly a chill entered his body and he couldn't help but shiver. It was not a feeling of coldness but a kind of heart-piercing coldness.
He didn't think too much about it. He jumped onto the roof and looked into the courtyard. He saw the old man holding onto a wooden stick as he pulled the girl into the courtyard.
This was an ordinary house with a pile of firewood in the yard. The eastern wall was hung with dried chilies, corn, salted fish, and other ingredients. Seeing this, he was not only hungry, but also hungry. At the northeast corner of the courtyard, there was a dark well. Beside the well, there was a bamboo rack. It seemed that some vines had been planted there.
The more he looked at the well, the more he felt that something was wrong. Although there was nothing out of place, he still felt that this family's problem originated from the dark well.
Just as the old man was about to drag the girl into the courtyard, his grandfather jumped down and gently landed in the middle of the courtyard. The old man and the young lady were both shocked and did not expect him to descend from the sky and appear in front of them.
"Let go of this lady!" his grandfather snapped.
The girl was dumbfounded. She didn't think that he would shout in such a loud voice. Moreover, to her own father, she immediately became angry. Her brows tightly locked together as she angrily glared at her grandfather.
My grandfather also ignored her. Taking a step forward, he shouted once more, "Let go of that girl! Otherwise, I will destroy your soul and never reincarnate! "
