Chapter 1: The Great Way Is Hard
It was an old camphor tree.
The trunk was so thick that it took about two people to hug it. The bark was mottled, and the branches were like horned dragons, criss-crossed.
It can be seen that he also looked down upon the wind, frost, and snow, standing tall in the mountains.
But it was a pity that the towering trees of the past have long been uprooted and their roots are rotten. It seemed that ants and insects were crawling while the tree fell to the ground.
Most of the leaves were withered, and the whole is almost dry.
Tuk...Tuk...Tuk...
Wang Yan waved his axe and chopped the dry branches one by one. After cleaning the whole tree, he could get a few bundles of firewood.
The autumn equinox had just passed, but the weather was gradually getting colder.
After a while, Wang Yan threw the axe, stopped chopping, and picked up the dry wood on the ground. He then tied it up with canes.
Since the early morning from Guanzhong to this point, a few hours passed.
"Junior Brother Wang is not bad today. You have improved!"
A young Taoist with his hair in a bun, carrying two large bundles of firewood on his shoulders, passed in front of Wang Yan. He smiled at him when he saw him.
"Senior brother, don't make fun of me. This is just over an hour. You have already ran back and forth twice. Junior brother is really sorry." Wang Yan continued to sort out the dry wood as he responded.
"Ha ha ha ha, practice makes perfect!" The young Taoist laughed and walked vigorously towards the mountains.
In the past few days, this junior Wang changed quite a bit. The image of the past no longer existed.
After tying up two bundles of dry wood, each bundle weighing about forty to fifty catties, Wang Yan then sat down, took out a kettle, and took a few sips.
The lush forests hid from the sky, and there were occasional birds frolicking on the branches.
"It's really not that easy to seek immortality and learn Taoism!" With his thoughts flying, Wang Yan couldn't help sighing.
Everything before was really just like a dream. For decades, he was unfortunate and at the same time lucky.
At the age of less than 30, he was terminally ill and he passed away before he had time to enjoy life.
Fortunately, God pitied him. After death, his soul wandered to another world and possessed a scholar.
His life was continued in another way.
Incorporating his old memories, he basically figured out his current identity, where he was, and even his worldviews.
As far as he knew, this world did not belong to any dynasty in history, but the political power and culture were similar to those in ancient China. The country was prosperous, and it enjoyed national fortunes for more than 600 years.
This person had the same name as him -- Wang Yan. In his weak crown, he was also handsome in appearance. He was born in a prominent family and ranked seventh in his family. He was also a talented person in the fifth year of Yuanmu in Zichuan County, Yunzhou.
More than a month ago, he resolutely said goodbye to his family and went to Laoshan to learn Taoism. He worshipped at the Sanqing Temple. Not only did the master not teach how to be immortal, but only let him chop wood.
After this month, his hands and feet were heavy and unbearable, but the master had no intention to teach him Taoism, so he retired. When he was worried, he accidentally fell and knocked his head.
In this way, Wang Yan of the earth occupied the magpie's nest and brought back his soul.
As a generation of veteran bookworms, he was naturally no stranger to the book "Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio". Although he hadn't read it very much, it could be considered as something he dabbled in.
After all, stories of this theme had been adapted into many film and television dramas in his previous life.
In addition to the more classic stories such as a beautiful lady and painted skin, his impression of the Taoist in Laoshan was not bad at all.
This article appeared in Chinese textbooks.
The puppet show was also very famous. It could be called childhood memory.
Combined with his memories, he was very sure that he had passed through and became the seventh king of Taoist priests in Laoshan.
It had been five days since he’s been here. There was no system, no plug-in, and some just left the hustle and bustle of the city all at once. He was not quite comfortable yet, but the quiet life of monasticism in the mountains had a different flavor.
Especially when he learned that this world had Taoist gods, and the old Taoist priest in his view was a living god who knew spells.
In the evening of the first two days, the guests were banqueted, the paper-cut was Haoyue, and the chopsticks became Gong'e. These were all his personal experiences, and he couldn't help but believe it.
How could we not cherish such a great opportunity? So no matter how hard it was, he had to pass the master's test.
After resting for about a quarter of an hour, Wang Yan felt that his strength had recovered a lot. Although this body was healthy, his physique was still a little weak.
This was the reason why he couldn't compare to those seniors. With quick hands and feet, he could chop four or five bundles of firewood, which was about two to three hundred catties in one hour. He could transport it back to the Taoist temple. He only had two to three bundles at most.
Standing up, Wang Yan inserted both ends of the brazing pole into the center of the two bundles of firewood. The kettle was wrapped around the brazing pole, and the axe was inserted into the firewood.
He lifted his shoulders and tried the weight, but he couldn’t bear it.
This kind of wood-cutting for the early morning and late return naturally increased his strength. At most, he would take a break on the way and return to the Taoist temple without any problems.
At this moment, Wang Yan picked up a whole load of firewood and was about to leave. However, before taking a few steps, there was a scream from nowhere, followed by a white shadow rushing over at lightning speed.
Wang Yan was too late to react and couldn't dodge. The white shadow hit his right leg and suddenly rolled back several somersaults.
Wang Yan also felt a pain in his right leg and couldn't help taking a breath. He put down the firewood and stretched out his hand to rub the painful area.
At first glance, he saw that the white shadow hitting him was actually a rabbit. The rabbit was covered with snow-like hair, and it was very fat and strong. Its ears were erected and tall. It was just a hit so hard. It was obviously a little stunned.
There were a lot of various animals in the mountains. He often encountered them when he was chopping wood. Originally, this was nothing unusual, but the fat rabbit really surprised Wang Yan.
After the rabbit slowed down and saw Wang Yan, it was not afraid. Instead, it supported his body on the ground with his two hind legs, while its front feet were brought together as it kept screaming towards Wang Yan.
A pair of pitiful eyes, more tears slipped down.
"What's the situation? Is it perfect?" Seeing this, Wang Yan's heart was shocked.
He drew the axe from the firewood, trying to scare it away. But instead of hiding, the rabbit rushed up and hugged his leg.
One front foot was waving left and right, as if very anxious.
Wang Yan took a few steps back, bending over and reaching out to pull the rabbit. However, the fat rabbit hugged him tightly. At the same time, he looked up at Wang Yan. Its watery eyes were full of tears, as if it was begging.
As a result, Wang Yan was stunned and gradually calmed down.
The behavior of this fat rabbit was too weird.
Even if an ordinary animal was not afraid of strangers, he just raised an axe to indicate that he should be able to feel the danger and flee. What's more, this was a rabbit with agility and wisdom. There was no reason why it would hug him instead of fleeing.
If it was not a stupid rabbit, then there must be a reason.
After all, everything in the world had meaning. As the saying went: If the wolf turns its head back, there must be a reason. It was either gratitude or revenge.
Obviously, the fat rabbit blocking the way and begging was obviously extraordinary.
Wanting to give it a try, Wang Yan asked, "Do you... do you have anything to ask of me?"
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