Become a Taoist from a woodcutter

Chapter 1 Sleeping under the thousand-year crape myrtle tree

The stars hang high, and the bright moon hangs high.

Xia Kingdom, Dongjiang Town.

Under the night, Chu Jiang was walking slowly through the mountains and forests, carrying two loads of firewood.

Hanging from his waist was a chopping ax and a wine gourd.

He walked slowly, taking a sip of wine from time to time.

It has been twenty years since I traveled to this world. I have been collecting firewood with my father since I was a child, and I have a lot of strength. My father died of illness a few years ago, and my son inherited his father's business and became a woodcutter.

I collect firewood every day, exchange some coppers, and buy some soju, and my life is quite comfortable.

Think of the woodcutter in Journey to the West, who collects firewood at an age.

At a young age, I just sold Xingu wine and saved myself decades of detours!

Thinking of this, Chu Jiang took out the wine gourd and took a sip of wine. It was very cold at night and he needed wine to warm his body.

He didn't know how he came to this world.

At first, he heard that there were rivers and lakes, martial arts, and even gods and ghosts in this world. Emperor Xia even sent people to the East China Sea to search for immortals. He was excited for a while.

But as he learned more about it, he realized that the gods in this world were just legends.

In the town, there are many martial arts schools with brave and ruthless Jianghu people.

Chu Jiang also thought about going to a martial arts school to learn from a master, but before he grew up, he heard about something.

The owner of a martial arts gym was stabbed by a few thugs and died on the spot.

A tiger can't stand up to a pack of wolves!

After practicing hard all your life, you can't beat a few rogues.

Emperor Xia's East China Sea Immortal Searching Team failed to find an immortal in more than ten years.

Chu Jiang gave up the idea of ​​practicing martial arts. He collected firewood every day, slowly saved some money, and found a wife. He would be satisfied with his wife and children.

A few years ago, I spent all my savings to treat my father's illness. I borrowed money from Uncle Lin next door to pay for my father's funeral. When I returned, I could pay it off by selling the firewood.

Then, save the money, get the mother-in-law, and the wife and children will be on the hot bed!
Chu Jiang thought happily that he could sell a load of firewood for twenty cents, and his daily expenses were only about ten cents, sometimes less than ten cents.

Of course, it is not possible to collect firewood every day. There is a lot of rain in Dongjiang Town, with the Yangtze River in front and rolling mountains behind.

As the saying goes, if you rely on the mountains to eat the mountains, if you rely on the water to eat the water, Dongjiang Town has it all.

It rained heavily and I couldn't collect firewood. On average, I could save about a hundred cents a month, which was no worse than the average waiter.

The mother-in-law is not expensive, only three to five taels of silver, and it is enough to save it for three to five years.

Marry a wife at the age of twenty-five!

The wives of this world are good. They don’t talk back to men, take care of the housework, prepare meals and wait for men to come home.

You can collect firewood on sunny days and fish on rainy days.

This day is so beautiful!
Looking forward to the future, Chu Jiang walked on the forest path. Although it was night, he could figure out the path with the light of the stars and the moon and his experience.

He has been walking this road since he was a child. The ferocious beasts and poisonous insects nearby have long been hunted down by the hunters in the town.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, the night in front of me became even darker, and it was so dark that I couldn't see my fingers.

Chu Jiang raised his head and looked at the sky. It was also as dark as ink, and the stars and moon were all gone.

"Why is it suddenly so dark?"

Chu Jiang frowned and said, "Is it going to rain? I hope it won't be heavy."

He continued to walk forward, but couldn't see anything. Going forward, there was a steep mountain road.

Even with rich experience, Chu Jiang did not dare to leave.

If it falls, it can't be cured by a few pennies.

A hundred days of broken muscles and bones, in this ancient world, might even lead to death!

"I can only sleep in the mountains."

Chu Jiang thought about it, pondered for a moment, turned around and walked to the left.

There is a path here, the terrain is fairly flat, so walk carefully through the forest.

About half an hour later, Chu Jiang came to a big tree.

The big tree was blooming with gorgeous red flowers and its branches were luxuriant. Chu Jiang touched the branches and leaves with his skill.

The big tree suddenly began to tremble, like a human being, with its branches and leaves shrinking.

Crape myrtle tree!
Chu Jiang put down the firewood and sat down under the crape myrtle tree: "If there were gods in this world, they would have to support you." Everyone in Dongjiang Town knew about this crape myrtle tree, and it was said that it had been growing for thousands of years.

The crape myrtle tree is a Taoist sacred tree that symbolizes the purple energy coming from the east. For ordinary people, it means prosperity and wealth.

There was once a dignitary who wanted to invite this crape myrtle tree back to his home. Unfortunately, he was imprisoned before he could come.

There are rumors that this person is not strong enough to withstand the overwhelming wealth brought by the crape myrtle tree.

There is also a legend that only the emperor can suppress the thousand-year-old crape myrtle tree.

From then on, no one paid attention to the crape myrtle tree anymore. Occasionally, when Chu Jiang had free time, he would come and play with the tree and watch its branches tremble.

I took a sip of wine to resist the cold, and looked at the vast darkness, still unable to see my fingers.

"Old woodcutter, I want to rest my pillow against the moon on pine roots. I want to rest on my pillow against the moon."

Chu Jiang chuckled lightly, lay down, and read in his mouth: "Watching chess and playing chess, felling wood, walking slowly at the mouth of the valley beside the clouds. Selling firewood and selling wine, laughing wildly to express my love. The sky is high in the autumn, and the crape myrtle is pillowed against the moon... No... that's wrong... There is no moon now..."

Although he is not as free and easy, he is still somewhat comfortable.

Sleeping under a thousand-year-old crape myrtle tree, the old woodcutter was not so lucky.

The night became darker and darker, Chu Jiang's consciousness gradually became blurred, and he gradually fell asleep.

The crape myrtle tree swayed slightly, swaying slowly in the night.

A ray of purple light rose from the ground and submerged into Chu Jiang's body.

In a daze, Chu Jiang had a dream.

In the dream, he saw boundless purple air, and saw the clouds in the sky changing, sometimes cyan, sometimes black, white, golden, and red.

The five colors are intertwined, and purple is independent and does not blend with it.

It seems like a moment, and it seems like ten thousand years have passed.

A drop of dew fell on his cheek. Chu Jiang felt cold all over and woke up suddenly.

He opened his eyes, sat up, and quickly drank a sip of wine to warm himself up.

Looking back, he was stunned: "Where is the crape myrtle tree?"

The thousand-year-old crape myrtle tree is gone, and the ground is flat, as if it never existed.

In my mind, purple light bloomed, and a message emerged:
Fate: Ziwei*Wangqi
Description: Once a day, observe the clouds of the sky and the earth, seek good fortune and avoid evil, and determine the feng shui and dragon veins of the world.

There are clouds in the sky and energy on the earth: purple myrtle is noble, yellow is noble, green is for life, black is for death, white is for evil, and red is like Yang.

"Is this... Ziwei Wangqi? The Immortal Family's method?"

Chu Jiang was stunned, could it be because of the thousand-year-old crape myrtle tree?
Isn’t this a low-martial world?

Has the fairy tale come true?
Suddenly, his vision blurred and his pupils turned white, as if he couldn't see anything.

Immediately afterwards, a disk appeared in front of him, marking the southeast, northwest, and center.

The east is green, which indicates vitality and good fortune; the west is white, which indicates killing and bloody swords, which indicates great misfortune.

South is red, light red is good luck, blood red is bad luck.

North represents black, gray and black represents mold, and pure black represents death and great evil.

If the yellow color is in the middle, it means you are noble. If the yellow energy becomes a dragon, you will be the emperor, which is good luck.

If everything is fine, the compass will not change. But now, above the compass, white appears in the west, with faint weapons appearing, mixed with a trace of black in the middle.

The hilt of the knife is bloody!
Bad luck!

A green color appears in the middle, mixed with a hint of golden yellow, and an earthy yellow light appears below, which is incompatible, good luck!

The middle is yellow, the ground is yellow, and good omen should be in the ground.

A trace of red appears in the north, and there are sparkling water, holding up the red, Xiaoji!
The north dominates water, and water waves appear. Xiaoji should be in the water.

In the south and east, there is no change, that is, everything is as usual, no good or bad.

The compass disappears as the mind receives the information.

Chu Jiang's pupils returned to normal, but he was shocked in his heart. Could he really predict good or bad luck?

"If I were to predict it myself, then the blue color with gold in the center just now should mean that there is good luck in the nearby fields?"

Chu Jiang thought in his mind and stood up quickly. Just as he glanced at it, his whole body suddenly froze.

Long oval emerald green leaves, apex acuminate, heart-shaped or nearly heart-shaped at the base.

He swallowed and looked at the leaf in disbelief - Polygonum multiflorum!

(End of this chapter)