Linshan Town is located in the border of Puguo, adjacent to the towering Wanheng Mountains. It is this boundless mountain range with few people and hundreds of beasts that separate the two countries, north and south, and also separate the two extreme celestial phenomena of winter and summer.

Linshan Town is built south of the mountains and is as warm as spring all year round.

There is no winter here, only the morning mist that will rise from the mountains every few days, as if there are desirable gods living in the boundless mountain range.

In the early morning, the trail outside the town was covered with dew, and the chirping birds kept chirping on the treetops. Even if there were figures at the end of the trail, they could not interrupt their interest in singing morning songs.

In the morning light, a little Taoist priest walked from a distance with a shoulder pole carrying a shoulder pole. Two buckets of water were hung on both ends of the shoulder pole. The little Taoist priest looked honest and had a pretty eyebrows and eyes, looking like he was fourteen or fifteen years old.

The bucket was too full. Although the Taoist priest was steadily walking, the bucket was still full of water by the bumpy mountain roads. Clear water sprinkled on the path behind him, and colorful rays of light were broken in the rising sun.

On a quiet morning, the uninhabited mountain road is like a quiet and far-reaching painting. At the end of this painting is a Taoist temple called "Chengyun" at the edge of the town.

"Little Taoist priest, aren't you tired if you pick up such a full amount of water every day?"

The farmer who got up early to chop wood outside the town said with a smile. The little Taoist priest smiled and shook his head, not tired.

"Little Taoist priest, the water spills all the way. If you pick the Taoist temple like this, half of the water will be left. Wouldn't you be tired?"

The old woman who sold breakfast on the street kindly mentioned this sentence. She couldn't remember how many years had she said, but the little Taoist priest still smiled and shook her head, not tired.

"Little Taoist priest, this street is sprinkled with water every day. Didn't you find that this street is cleaner than the Accord in our Mingcui Building?"

On the Mingcui Building, the little maid who got up earlier than the master was lying on the window. Looking at the stupid little Taoist priest carrying water might be the only fun for them, the little Taoist priest still smiled and shook his head, not realizing it.

"It is better to carry half a bucket of water than to carry a full bucket. Even people like me who have never picked water before knowing it. Xu Yan, are you a pig!"

The second son of Zhang Dahu's family was holding a large bowl of red meat and rice, sitting at the door while eating and laughing. His fat body squeezed the door frame full. The little Taoist priest named Xu Yan still smiled, but this time he did not shake his head, but nodded.

Well, we are all pigs...

Chengyun Temple is not big, there are only two Taoist priests, one old and one young, and there are not many pilgrims. Most of them are just praying for blessings and not giving alms. Fortunately, during the New Year Festival, some wealthy families will leave some copper coins, and the two Taoist priests can use this to fill their stomachs.

It's just filling the stomach.

The little Taoist priest carrying clear water returned to Chengyun Temple and followed the path next to the hall to the vegetable garden opened in the backyard.

The vegetable garden was green and looking at the tender seedlings poking their heads, Xu Yan couldn't help but be happy and was about to pour the two buckets of water he had just picked into the large jar. Unexpectedly, the bottom of the bucket was very slippery and he didn't hold it firmly. The bucket fell to one side.

Wow!

Xu Yan didn't even think about it. He used tricks to directly raise a bucket of water that was about to sprinkle outside the tank toward the vegetable field. Although it was sprinkled unevenly, it was not considered a waste of water.

Snooze, snooze.

A little and a half of a bucket of clear water were spilled into the vegetable field, and more of it was spilled into the pigpen next to the vegetable field. The little black pig in the pigpen was poured over. Not only was it not annoyed, but it started to scream happily, as if the cold bath was very pleasant.

"Hog, hog!"

The little Taoist priest squatted outside the pigpen, making a scream like a little black pig, and laughed foolishly while imitating the pig's scream.

The poor Taoist temple cannot afford pigs. This little black pig is actually not a domestic pig, but a wild boar that Xu Yan picked up in the mountains when he was in his teens. He brought it back to the Taoist temple and was raised as a domestic pig. He has been raised for four or five years. So the wild boar was also raised into a domestic pig and was named Xiaohei. However, no matter how the wild boar is fed, it has never grown. In the past few years, it has not grown enough to weigh ten kilograms.

"Xu Yan, is there anyone who sprinkles water like this?"

The elderly Taoist priest turned over from one side, looked at the other bucket with most water left and the little Taoist priest who was talking to the pig next to the pigpen, and shook his head and said, "A pretty clever child, what's wrong with learning? I have to learn from the pig. Aren't you tired?"

"You're not tired, Master, just sprinkle a few pounds of water, just sweep the street." The little Taoist priest said seriously: "Didn't you say that pigs live freely than people? Because they don't have brains, they live happily every day. Even if the butcher's knife is coming, they still eat sweetly and sleep sweetly."

"But you have a brain." The old Taoist priest was slightly angry.

"I'm trying to hide my brain as much as possible." The little Taoist replied with a smile.

"Pigs will always grow strong and will be destined to be slaughtered by butchers." The old Taoist priest's voice gradually calmed down.

"People can also die of old age, illness, starve, and anger, and finally they were taken away by the underworld." As he said that, Xu Yan patted Xiao Hei Pig's head through the fence and said, "And we won't eat Xiao Hei's."

In Xu Yan's opinion, the fate of a person and a pig is no different, and there is only one difference, that is, the pig has no worries, while the human has many worries.

"Yu'er! I'll let you learn from the worry-free way of learning from the pig, and when will you learn from the foolish way of learning from the pig?"

The old Taoist priest was so angry that he picked up the shoulder pole and wanted to beat him, while the young Taoist priest had already run away with a smile.

After throwing down the shoulder pole, the old Taoist priest looked at the back of the little Taoist priest, and a trace of pain appeared in his turbid eyes. He shook his head and said to himself: "Those unclean things cannot be seen by others, but you can see them, the miserable children..."

After dependent on each other for more than ten years, the old Taoist priest naturally knew why Xu Yan was close to the little black pig in the pigpen, and why Xu Yan always showed the same ignorance as a pig, because only the little black pig could still eat the bran in the trough in front of those unclean things, and still sleep in front of those unclean things...

Animals are much more powerful than humans.

However, animals can clearly detect some things that mortals cannot see. Except for the little black pig, all other poultry or insects and birds will choose to avoid them when those black shadows that do not belong to the world appear.

The elderly Taoist priest coughed and stopped for a while. He smiled bitterly, picked up a scoop of clear water and sprinkled it into the vegetable garden.

The tender seedlings are green and look full of vitality.

A clumsy beetle was lying on the green leaves, and was poured on the water and still motionless. It was so stupid that it was contemptuous. Even if some small ants climbed up and down from it, it was not moved until a huge and majestic big ant was about to pass the vegetable leaves where the beetle was located. The clumsy beetle finally broke away from its pliers and bit the big ant tightly.

The old Taoist priest looked at the beetle's prey process. The old man coughed twice and smiled loudly: "It's good to be a pig, some pigs are destined to eat tigers..."

The old Taoist priest was named Xu Daoyuan. Xu Yan was an orphan he picked up fifteen years ago. When he picked up the baby, the baby did not cry or make a fuss. He just seemed to be saying something, so he named it Xu Yan.

Xu Daoyuan's body was very weak and he was plagued by old illness. The calluses that could only be sharpened by holding a sword for many years on his fingertips indicate that this elderly Taoist priest is not an ordinary person. Although Xu Daoyuan has never shown any martial arts skills for more than ten years, under his guidance, Xu Yan learned the wonderful flying stone kung fu.

The stones thrown by Xu Yan are comparable to those of a hundred steps to penetrate the poplar.

The wall of the Taoist temple was not high, and at this time, several children lay on the wall and shouted: "Xu Yan, go and play wild game. The hares in Laofenshan must be very fat!"

The children of poor families in Linshan Town are all over the wall. They can’t eat a few meals of meat all year round, so playing wild game has become the only fun for these poor children. If they can catch some rabbits or pheasants, it will be enough for these little teenagers to improve their meal. Of course, there are also children from wealthy families who like to join in the fun and enter the mountains together.

"good!"

Xu Yan responded, went back to the room and took a small shovel, put a big cake on the stove into his arms, and then ran out of Chengyunguan, but there was a red rope on his wrist.

When the children outside saw Xu Yan coming out, they were all very happy. They shouted and ran towards the outside of the town, because as long as Xu Yan was there, they would definitely gain this time.

No one knows the ability to throw stones and hit rabbits in Linshan Town except Xu Yan.

Children from poor families go up the mountain to catch wild game just by going along the way. The main task of these children is to chop firewood. Although there is not a big man, each child has a hemp rope wrapped around his waist, and a few children carry shabby hatchets. Even if they can't hit the hare, they will pick up enough bundles of firewood.

The other children had already run away, and Xu Yan's steps gradually slowed down and finally stopped dozens of feet outside Chengyun Temple.

The sun had risen high, and the sky was cloudless, and it looked like another sunny sky. However, a trace of dark cloud flashed inexplicably on Xu Yan's little face.

Taking a deep breath, as if he had made a difficult decision, Xu Yan slowly turned his head and looked at the door of the Taoist temple. His eyebrows were frowned tightly, and then he exerted force under his feet and ran out of Linshan Town with the children.

At the age of fifteen, it was the time when young people were innocent. No one knew how to restrain one's heart at this age. A strange boy like Xu Yan who was as silly as a pig in the eyes of outsiders and extremely intelligent in the eyes of old Taoists could not find a second in the world.

No one wants to pretend to be a pig, and it takes six or seven years to pretend.

Apart from the old Taoist priest, no one knows Xu Yan's difficulties, because only when Xu Yan thinks he is really a pig can he ignore the strange scenes that outsiders cannot see.

Xu Yan has been seeing some strange things since he was a child.

For example, the elves jumping in the mountains and forests, the strange birds flying under dark clouds, the women floating in the cold wind after heavy snow, and... ghosts!

When Xu Yan stopped outside the Taoist temple and looked back, two shadows appeared in Xu Yan's eyes, long hats and paper clothes, one black and one white. Although he could not see the appearance of the two shadows clearly, Xu Yan could determine the identities of the two shadows.
Chapter completed!