"Master, do we practitioners have no magic to move this dirt away at once?" The Taoist priest sat under a tilted ponytail tree with his hands holding his chin.

"There are magic spells. Move mountains and fill the sea, but that is an ancient powerful man. Master, I can only dig with a hoe." The old Taoist spitted, wiped his hands, took the hoe, and dug it up with his butt.

The old Taoist not only did not know how to grow crops, nor was it a material for farm work. After digging for a while, a few blood blisters were slapped in his hand. He sat next to the Taoist priest with a sigh.

"I'm old and old, it's useless. Master, the world has changed. The inheritance of our sect will not make a living in the future. Master has to leave you a life property." The old Taoist said with emotion.

"Master, I'll dig with you." The Taoist priest ran back to the ancestor temple and took the small hoe over.

The old Taoist laughed and said with relief: "Xing'er Guai, he is a filial and good apprentice. Your little hoe is used to grow vegetables. There are many stones in the field, and the little hoe cannot be dug. You can watch here, and the master can do it alone."

The old Taoist originally thought that digging one or two acres of rice fields should not be a very difficult task. The Xianji Bridge Production Brigade has been clearing land and building fields, building reservoirs, and digging canals everywhere. Unexpectedly, after doing it himself, I realized that this is not an easy task. I was so tired that I was half tired of digging that I didn’t have a single liter of rice. I guess I could plant three or five tidy rice, but I was afraid that I would have to harvest one liter of millet. It was not enough for the master and apprentice to eat for a day. However, the old Taoist was already full of water everywhere. It hurts, but it was nothing serious. I went back to draw a talisman and refined a bowl of water, and then I would be fine if I drank it. People who practice Taoism were still very easy to do.

The Taoist priest looked quite fresh at first, but as he looked, he felt a little tired. He fell asleep on the ground with his butt sticking out his butt.

The old Taoist was afraid that the Taoist would catch a cold, so he ignored the many blood blisters on his hands, and endured the pain and picked up the Taoist Taoist back to the ancestor temple.

"Oh! I'm so old, useless. I can't even find a business." The old man sighed.

The old Taoist drew talismans and refined water for himself, and then applied some ointments made from herbs, and applied them to the blistered place on his hands. The pain on his hands immediately disappeared, leaving only a cool feeling. But even so, the blood bubbles on his hands are not so easy to get better. If he continues to dig the ground the next day, it will definitely be more serious.

But the old Taoist decided to continue the next day. He wanted to take advantage of his ability to move and leave some property for his disciple. The old Taoist didn't even want the disciple to continue his old path. Although he also wanted to continue the inheritance of his sect, which was also the main reason why he adopted Chang Xing. However, the old Taoist's idea has changed now. This disciple is no longer the tool he planned to inherit the inheritance, but a very important reliance in his life. Although there is no blood and family affection between the two people, over the years, the two masters and disciples have depended on each other. The old Taoist has had many complicated feelings for this disciple. He hopes that he can live a good life in the future, rather than guarding a lonely life like him. He does not want the disciple to walk the path he has walked again.

This piece of field will be a gift full of emotion given to his apprentice by the old Taoist. So early in the morning, after calling the apprentice for morning class, he carried a hoe to dig the ground.

The Taoist priest got up in a daze. Although he had completed the first stage of introductory practice, the Taoist priest was still sleepy in the morning. He yawned and recited the spell of the master's statue in front of the statue of the ancestor, and then entered into a meditation again, and continued to use his small threads to capture the spiritual energy. The Taoist priest became more and more familiar with the catching spiritual energy. The more he played, he felt that catching spiritual energy was like catching fireflies. This thing flew everywhere, but the Taoist priest was becoming more and more skillful in controlling these small threads. No matter how fast the spiritual energy flew, the Taoist priest could throw the silk thread over very accurately and pull the spiritual energy over.

Maybe it was because of the fact that the fire spirit energy that was originally very repulsive to him, the golden spirit energy seemed not very repulsive to the Taoist priest, but when the Taoist priest mobilized them, they were not so active. Unlike the wood spirit energy and the water spirit energy, as long as the Taoist priest gets close to them, they immediately cheer and jump. The amount of earth spirit energy is very small, and Chang Xing has to work a lot to find one or two earth spirit energy from the flying spiritual energy. Therefore, the Taoist priest accumulated a long time before a small ball of earth spirit energy accumulated in the Taoist orifice. This ball is really small, smaller than a sesame seed.

After entering the state of meditation, the Taoist priest ran to practice stance. After a whole set, it was already dawn. The Taoist priest felt his stomach empty and ran over quickly to call him Master.

The old Taoist was sweating profusely because his hands were covered with blood bubbles yesterday. Although it improved significantly after applying the medicine, it was not really completely healed. In order to avoid breaking the blood bubbles in his hands again, the old Taoist priest wrapped his palms with a sweat towel. The old Taoist tried hard to dig the soil on the ground with a hoe and a hoe. In the morning, he didn't dig much. The soil on the mountain was too hard, and stones would be dug from time to time, and sparks were everywhere.

"Master, I'm hungry." The Taoist priest acted charmingly on the ridge of the field.

The old Taoist immediately said with heartache: "Okay, OK, Master will go back and make breakfast for Xing'er."

The birds by the field chirping constantly, attracting the Taoist priest’s attention: “Master, go back first, I’ll play here for a while.”

"You have to do it, don't go far. Master will call you when the meal is ready." The old Taoist nodded, untied the sweat towel wrapped in his hand, wiped the sweat, and beat the waist with a little soreness. He is old, and the pain left by his work yesterday did not completely dissipate because of the rest of the night, but there are signs of aggravation.

The Taoist priest opened the shrubs, and where were there any traces of sparrows?

The old cat crawled lazily on a rock not far away, looking at the Taoist priest with disdain and vigilance. This little brat is too childish and too dangerous. The old cat wishes to get as far away as possible from the little brat. But it cannot do without the bacon that the Taoist priest has to hold it from time to time. The thick fat meat, take a bite and immediately oil and water rises. That feeling is really good.

"Hey! Old Cat!" The little kid's way of greeting was always a bit unique. A stone hit the old cat, interrupting the old cat's contemplation. She glared at the little kid with dissatisfaction. I believed in your evil, and when did you run over and have a good end? The little kid is always full of malicious intentions towards all kinds of animals. The old kid remembered that a few days ago, the little kid tied the legs of a little kid with a rope, and quickly killed the little kid. Finally, it became the old cat's snack. Although the old cat had a full meal, it was even more afraid of the little kid. It was worried that one day it would tie a rope on its legs, and then after it died, it would not know who would be thrown to make snacks by the little kid.
Chapter completed!