Thousands of years after the Four Sages discussed the Tao, there was a place called Xianshou Mountain to the south of Luzhou in the north.

A big demon grabbed a child with a yellow mouth and said to a group of black figures in front of him: "Since you don't believe it and are unwilling to let me swallow the blood of ten thousand demons, I took advantage of this human child and then threw him into the demon."

In the pool…”

The yellow-mouthed child didn't struggle or cry. He stared at it with big watery eyes, ignorant and fearless, and kept mumbling: "Xiaohong, Xiaohong..."

Xiaohong is the nickname given to him by his mother, whose surname is Lan. She was kicked out of the house by her husband's family when she was pregnant, and they accused her of cheating on her husband, which was a disgrace to the family. In fact, she was framed by a concubine, and soon her husband's family was betrayed

The servants and the adulterers occupy the fields, houses and property, and the people go crazy and die.

Xiao Hong has been living with his mother in a mountain village at the foot of Xianshou Mountain. When he was three years old, he did not have his own name. His mother, Lan, had been reading for a few days in her early years. One day, she saw a lone Hong flying across the sky and soaring into the sky.

I decided to name my son Lan Feihong. Needless to say, I wanted to name my son.

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One day, Mrs. Lan went to work in the fields as usual, leaving her son alone to play in the courtyard. Suddenly, strong winds came up and dark clouds covered the sky, fearing that there was going to be a heavy rain. Mrs. Lan hurriedly tidied up and hurried home to collect her clothes.

paddy.

Entering the courtyard, she didn't see her child. She was immediately panicked and shouted everywhere, but there was no response. At this time, the sun broke through the dark clouds, the strong wind suddenly stopped, and there was still a slight hint of a shower. Lan was shocked and stunned.

On the spot, there were rumors that there were monsters in Xianshou Mountain. Could it be...

"Hong'er, Hong'er...don't scare mother."

"Hong'er, stop playing hide and seek with me, come out quickly and be good."

"Hong'er, mother has seen you, don't hide it."

"..."

When there was no answer, Lan's face turned pale. Suddenly something occurred to her and she hurriedly ran out of the yard.

After walking for more than ten miles, we came to a mountain called Picking Peak.

There is nothing special about this peak. It may not be high or dangerous, but it is very famous in this area.

Mountains are not high, they are named after immortals. There is an ancient Taoist temple on the picking peak called "Purple Sun Temple". It is said that there is a "Purple Sun Immortal" in the temple who is a resident god with profound magical power, can exorcise and subjugate demons, and is omnipotent.

Lan took three steps to bow, nine steps to kowtow, and stood outside Ziyang Temple and prayed devoutly: "May the gods save me, please the gods save me..."

"Who is making a noise? Disturbing my spiritual practice!" A white-browed Taoist walked out of the temple, with a clear air of Taoism, as if he could not eat the fireworks of the world.

Seeing this Taoist, Mrs. Lan fell to her knees as if she had found a savior: "Please save my son from the gods, please save my son from the gods."

The Taoist helped Lan up and said calmly: "Madam, there is no need to pay such a big courtesy. Please tell me in detail what is difficult."

Mrs. Lan burst into tears of gratitude, grabbed the old Taoist's robe and said, "My son was kidnapped by the big demon in Xianshou Mountain, and I don't know whether he is alive or dead."

"Big demon?" The white-browed Taoist frowned, counted with his fingers, and sniffed twice, seeming to have some understanding. However, he waved his sleeves and said softly: "This demon is not something that a poor Taoist can subdue. Please forgive me for being powerless.

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Lan's mood hit rock bottom, and she stopped Taoist Baimei and begged with tears: "Please have mercy on me, the immortal. My son Feihong is only five years old, so please have mercy on me."

The white-browed Taoist priest who was about to turn around when Lan grabbed his Taoist robe turned around and happened to see an emerald green bead hanging around Lan's neck. With his eyes focused, he supported Lan and said, "You said your child is called Feihong? Feihong."

I have a fate with Pindao, so I will go with you for a while."

Hearing this, Lan was overjoyed and led the way back. At the foot of Xianshou Mountain, the old Taoist Baimei held a bunch of yellow talismans in his hand and threw them into the sky. The yellow talismans naturally turned into yellow smoke and floated towards the mountain. The Taoist shouted loudly:

"Monster, if you haven't escaped yet, how long will it take?!" A loud voice echoed in the mountains.

A burst of black smoke rose upwards from the mountains, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a black cloud and quickly drifted away to the horizon.

"Mother...mother..."

A milky cry sounded in the distance. Mrs. Lan was overjoyed and hurriedly chased after the sound. She saw a child under the tree at the foot of the mountain, wiping his nose and looking around. Who else could it be if it wasn't her son Lan Feihong.

"Hong'er!" Mrs. Lan cried with joy. She ran forward, picked up the child and held her tightly in her arms. She felt relieved when she saw that her son was safe and sound.

"God, thank you for your help, thank you..." Lan was a little incoherent, but her gratitude was beyond words.

The white-browed Taoist seemed to be absent-minded. He came back to his senses when he heard Lan's voice. He looked at the little boy staring at him with flashing eyes and frowned slightly. He said, "You're welcome, I want to take my wife."

I wonder if I can give you something as a reward?"

Lan looked at herself and realized that even if she saved her son in exchange for her life, there was nothing else she could not bear to part with.

"Can you give me the green beads hanging around your neck as a gift to Pindao?" Taoist Baimei said in a somewhat embarrassed tone.

Mrs. Lan touched the round beads hanging around her neck, took them off and handed them to the Taoist priest. She said with a smile: "This is the jade that my mother gave me to ward off evil spirits before I got married. It's not worth much money or anything. It's what the gods don't dislike."

"Where! Money is just something external to Pindao." Taoist Baimei was a little surprised and said: "Thank you madam for the gift. Pindao said that your son Feihong is destined to be with me. After three years, you can let him come to my Ziyang Temple.

Once you know the cause and effect." After saying that, he took the green bead chain and turned away, disappearing at the end of the road in the blink of an eye.

After returning home, Mrs. Lan carefully checked Lan Feihong again and made sure that her son was not injured. She quickly thanked God. Perhaps because she was too happy, the blood rushed to the top of her head and she collapsed beside the bed without even breathing.

passed.

"Ouch, what's wrong with me?"

It was already late in the evening when Lan came to. She was dizzy and weak. She felt better when she raised her head and saw Hong'er sitting on the bedside looking at her. She turned to look at the sky outside the house, stood up and said:

"Hong'er, are you hungry? Did mom fall asleep just now? You play alone for a while, and mom will cook for you."

I wonder if it was because of Lan Feihong's disappearance that she was overworked. After that day, she always felt weak and weak, and headaches and dizziness were common. However, the life of mother and son was not easy, so Lan could only work hard.

She was gratified that her children were quite sensible and knew how to share the burden for her at a young age. However, some of the things that happened to Lan Feihong often made her, a mother, feel a little shocked and even a little unbelievable.

Just like today, the firewood at home has been burned out. Lan originally thought of splitting some wood in the yard to make a fire for cooking when she had some strength. However, she still felt weak after resting for a long time, so she planned to put away the firewood in advance, but Lan

Feihong took advantage of his mother's inattention and ran to pick up the axe. Lan was shocked when he saw it. It was difficult for him to hold the axe. A five- or six-year-old child couldn't lift it, but he was hit by it.

"Hong'er..." Lan yelled, but it was too late. Lan Feihong's two little hands had already grasped the handle. "Hey", imitating his mother's usual behavior, he raised the ax above his head with all his strength.

, Lan rushed over and grabbed the axe, and scolded her a few times. Lan Feihong was a little aggrieved, but he couldn't speak completely and couldn't express his meaning clearly. After holding it in for a long time, he uttered a few words: "Not light...not light."

Lan often saw strange things like this happen to Lan Feihong, and wondered whether her son had a legendary talent and was born with supernatural powers? But what he saw that day really frightened Lan.

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"Stop running!"

"Stop running, oh, be careful of falling!"

Lan followed behind and shouted. Lan Feihong was playing in the fields. When he saw a colorful butterfly, he ran after it. After a few steps, Lan became breathless and couldn't even make a cry.

In the distance, Lan Feihong suddenly slipped and fell and rolled into the field. Lan quickly went up to help him up. Seeing that he didn't yell or cry, she thought it was okay, but when she turned her palms, she saw that Lan Feihong's little hands were dripping with blood.

Looking down at the field, she saw a few jagged weeds growing there with blood stains on them. Lan suddenly became anxious, picked up her son and rushed home to bandage it. However, Lan Feihong waited for his mother to bandage his wound.

She kept complaining that it was itchy and kept scratching dishonestly. In the end, she pulled off the gauze. Lan was furious and wanted to teach her a lesson. But when she picked up the gauze on the ground and was about to re-bandage it, she found her son.

His palms were smooth and tender, intact as before. There was no sign of injury. He thought he was in a trance and hallucinating.

Her health was getting worse day by day. After three years of persistence, Lan finally couldn't bear the illness anymore. She called her son to her, weak and sad, and said: "Mother knows that her death is not far away. Finally, You are the one who is worried. If your mother dies, how will you live alone? There is a mountain not far from here called Picking Peak. There is a Purple Sun Temple on the mountain. There is an old god in the temple. Three years ago, he said that he would let you Go find him, but if that doesn't work, just be a boy next to him, which is worse than wandering around alone."

"Mom, I understand." At this time, Lan Feihong was already eight years old and had grown into a grown-up. His skin was a little dark like other country people, and his body was very strong. In Lan's impression, his son had never

Having been sick was something that made her more happy.

A few days later, Lan finally passed away. The kind people in the village helped bury Lan. Seeing that Lan Feihong was lonely and helpless, they kindly divided the only piece of cultivated land that Lan left for him, saying that they would raise him.
Chapter completed!