Laojun, Save Me

"The old gentleman said: The great road is invisible and gives birth to the world." Niubi Lao Tao closed his eyes and squeezed out two verses at the top of his lungs as if he was dying. "The road is ruthless, moving the sun and the moon." Under the half-burnt sandalwood, there is an empty incense. There were two broken futons, with an old man sitting on one side, and a half-grown boy in his late teens on the other side, leaning on the ground and dozing off. "The nameless road nourishes all things." A gust of autumn wind blows in the face, which is bleak, lonely, and the aroma of broth from the villagers opposite the ruined temple, one after another, attracts the soul of the old Taoist. The old man took a few deep breaths without leaving any trace, and swallowed twice. "Push the clouds, help me up." The old Taoist narrowed his eyes, turned his yellow teeth, and a few syllables popped out of his throat like an old duck whining. "The world is suffering, and there are evil spirits and disasters in the mortal world. Hurry up, prepare your wooden sword, paper money, and follow me to find out what's going on!" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.