The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 4: 9 days

Three moments later, the boy opened his eyes again, took the dry clothes from the branches and put them on. He glanced at a certain mountain that had disappeared into the clouds and mist in the distance, then turned and walked towards the lower reaches of the stream.

　　 Compared with when he walked out of the lake, his steps became much more stable, as if he had learned to walk or got used to this body.

　　 There was fog on the bank of the stream. Fortunately, there were no rocks and it was not difficult to walk. After a short time, he walked out of the mountain along the stream and came to a village.

　　The farmer loosening the soil in the field, the old man dragging the cart to pull the hay, the woman delivering food to the middle of the mountain, the child playing under the big tree at the entrance of the village, all gradually stopped their movements and stood there. .

　　The boy in white walked towards the village.

　　 The farmer’s **** fell on the ground, almost hitting his own foot.

　　The pipe in the old man's mouth fell, and the hot donkey pulling the cart let out a painful cry.

　　The woman held the rice urn in her arms tightly, but her mouth opened wider than the urn.

　　 The children suddenly dispersed and ran around the village shouting. Among them, a little girl started to cry.

　　 The boy in white stopped walking, not understanding what was going on.

　　 The sound of dense footsteps sounded, and the people in the mountain village gathered at the entrance of the village, with awe and tension on their faces.

　　 Under the leadership of an old man, the villagers knelt to the ground awkwardly, yelling unevenly: "Meet Master Xianshi."

　　The white-clothed boy's expression remained unchanged. Many years ago, he occasionally walked in the mortal world. Such scenes have been encountered many times.

　　 But he soon discovered the anomaly. Why can these ordinary villagers recognize their true identity?

　　 There is no answer to this question, because he didn't ask, the villagers would naturally not answer.

　　 The villagers looked at him with great enthusiasm, and looked a little timid, just like looking at the plaque on the county official's office.

　　 was stared at by dozens of sights like this, the boy didn’t panic. After thinking about it for a while, he said, "Hello."

　　 "Hello fairy teacher!"

　　 is still the old man taking the lead, and the villagers replied babbledly.

　　 comes and goes like a ritual.

　　 The villagers saluted again, and some of the children who didn't respond well were beaten twice by their parents.

　　The children who were born in the past did not cry, they just stared at the teenager's face, his eyes rounded, as if looking at the rarest candy in the world.

　　 It was quiet, the big tree swayed in the breeze, making a rustling noise.

　　 No villager dared to speak, maintaining the most respectful posture, standing with a slight bow.

　　 I don’t know how long it took, the boy in white suddenly said: "I'm going to live here for a year."

　　 The old man was surprised. Some couldn't believe his ears. The villagers were also dumbfounded, wondering what the immortal master meant?

　　 Seeing everyone's reaction, the white-clothed boy looked in his memory, and remembered something again. It seemed that money was a very important thing in the world.

　　He stretched his hand in front of the old man with dozens of gold leaves in his palm.

　　 If it is normal, these villagers will pass out excitedly when they see these golden leaves, but at this time they just glanced at them, and then looked at the white-clothed boy again.

　　 In their eyes, the boy in white is much more beautiful than these gold leaves, and how can these gold leaves be taken?

　　 "It is our blessing that the fairy teacher is willing to stay."

　　 The old man said with some anxiety: "It's just that the cold village is poor. I really can't find a place for the immortal master to clean up."

　　 The young man in white didn't know how many things the old man thought about in such a short period of time, and what the villagers were thinking about.

　　 Of course, he didn't care, he only knew that the other party should have agreed to his request, his eyes swept across the villagers, and finally fell on a little boy.

　　 The little boy was a little black, very strong, with an honest expression, giving people a very simple and honest feeling.

　　 "Where do you live?"

　　 The boy in white looked at the little boy and said.

　　 The little boy was stunned and didn't react until he was slapped heavily by his father beside him.

　　"Genwa, don’t hurry up to lead the fairy teacher!"

　　 the old man yelled.

　　……

　　……

In a yard to the west of 　　shan village, the room was a little dark.

　　 The little boy respectfully saluted the boy in white in accordance with the warning on his father's road, and then prepared to quit.

　　The boy in white suddenly asked: "Name?"

　　 The little boy stopped and said, "Liu Baogen."

　　The boy in white was silent for a while, and then asked: "Age?"

　　 The little boy said: "Ten years old."

　　 "Bao Gen doesn't sound good."

　　 The boy in white said, "I will be ten years old from now on."

　　 The little boy touched the back of his head.

　　 From then on, he has been Liu Shisui.

　　……

　　……

　　 Out of the yard, Liu Shisui was immediately surrounded by people in the village.

　　The old man asked with concern: "What did the fairy master tell me?"

　　 Liu Shisui said in a muddled manner: "He asked me my age... and gave me a name."

　　 The old man was slightly surprised when he heard the words, but the boy's parents were overjoyed and kept rubbing their hands.

　　 Liu Shisui did not like the new name, and said aggrievedly: "How can there be such a strange name."

　　 Father raised his hand and was about to go down. Suddenly he remembered the fairy master in the house and forcibly endured it.

　　The old man taught: "The immortal master gave the name, what a blessing, ordinary people can't ask for it, so you can't talk nonsense."

　　 Liu Shisui suddenly thought of the last few words he said in the room, and quickly said: "But he said he was not a fairy."

　　The villagers were a little puzzled, thinking what else could that person be if he wasn't a fairy?

　　 "I look at him like a fool."

　　 Liu Shisui said honestly: "He wants me to teach him."

　　 The old man hesitated and asked: "The fairy...what does the teacher want you to teach him?"

　　 Liu Shisui said: "Making the bed and stacking the quilt, washing and cooking, chopping wood for farming, um, that's it, I remembered a word correctly."

　　 The villagers were very surprised, thinking that they wouldn’t even be able to do these things. Could it be that the one in the house is not a fairy, really a fool? "

　　The old man laughed and said: "In the Daqingshan, the fairy master has his own sword boy to serve, drink syrup, eat fairy fruit, where will he do these things."

　　……

　　……

　　 In the next few days, the fairy teacher who lived in Liu's family became the center of all attention and discussion in the small mountain village.

　　 The villagers naturally accepted what the old man said, and firmly believed in the identity of the fairy master.

　　 The only thing they don't understand is why the fairy master does not return to Daqingshan, but wants to stay in this small mountain village, and the little guy in the Liu family who has accumulated eight lifetimes of blessings teaches him to do these things.

　　Liu Shisui, who is envied and even jealous of the villagers, does not understand but why is there such a simple thing?

　　 That night, he began to teach the other party how to make a bed because the other party needed to sleep.

　　 In the early morning of the next day, he would teach the other party how to stack the quilt.

　　 Then he discovered that the other party had never done anything like this before!

　　 When he found out that the other party would not do anything else, he was really stupid.

　　 "Don't pour out the rice while pouring water!"

　　 "Don't chop the wood too finely, it won't burn it!"

　　"You can’t ask for fish scales, nor can you ask for fish gills, nor can you ask for the dark ones..."

　　 "One knife on the left, one knife on the right, don't cut off, the clothes will come out, right, right."

　　 "That's not a sweet potato, it's a bitter gourd...Hurry up and put it down. Mommy doesn't like to eat that one."

　　 "Don't insert too deep!"

　　……

　　……

　　 Before the age of ten, Liu said in the book that there is no difference in grains~IndoMTL.com~The four bodies are not working, and I have never believed that there really is such a person in the world.

　　 until he met the boy in white.

　　 But nine days later, he began to doubt his thoughts again.

　　 Because the boy in white only took nine days to learn all the things he taught.

　　 On the first day, the boy in white learned the simplest way to make a bed, stack a quilt, chop wood and boil water.

　　 The next day, the white-clothed boy learned some more complicated housework. The cleaned windows in the small courtyard of Liu's house were clean, as if they were new.

　　 On the third day, the white-clothed boy started to cook. After looking at it twice, he learned **** chickens and fish, chop green onions and peel garlic.

　　 Fourth day, fifth day, sixth day...

　　 On the ninth day, the sun rose as usual, and the young man in white chopped some bamboo and made a recliner, which was even better than the craftsmanship of the old sealer.

　　……

　　……

　　 Now, the cucumber cut out by the white-clothed boy can be pulled up to two feet long, and the thickness of each slice is exactly the same. As for the cut firewood, it is even more beautiful and indescribable.

　　 It is obviously the same stream, the same rice, mixed with the same potato wedges, using the same stove and iron pot, but the rice cooked by the boy in white is more fragrant than all the rice Liu Shisui has eaten. .

　　The boy in white even rebuilt the courtyard wall in the small courtyard, and the corners of the cornices that had been in disrepair for a long time were patched up neatly, as if they were new.

　　 Liu Shisui found it hard to doubt the identity of the other party.

　　 Apart from the fairy master, who can do such a thing?

　　 And he didn't see the boy in white washing clothes.

　　 He didn't understand, why after doing so many things, that white coat was still so white, just like the best rice.

　　……

　　……

　　 (Suddenly thought of our little girl who wears a white mink in the northeast of garlic peeling...)