Immortal Taoist Priest

On the top of the small green mountain, the old sect master, the extraordinary immortal, had astonishing magical powers, as if he could easily control everything in the world. Wait for the seven disciples who are extremely talented and the best of the contemporary generation to die one by one. When bidding farewell to Lao Qi, the old sect master's tears fell on the coffin. He split open the mountain with a pair of fleshy palms and placed Lao Qi's coffin in Xiaoqingshan. At this point, seven coffins were neatly placed in the mountain. "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven..." "Huh? How come there is one less person?" "I'm not here yet!" The old door owner scratched his head lightly, waving his hands, the entrance to Xiao Qingshan slowly closed, and murmured to himself: "My dear, where are you?" A boy who looked about ten years old was carrying a bamboo basket and looking for mushrooms in the forest. The boy sneezed twice suddenly, and the mucus from his nose splashed far away The young man stretched out his left hand very skillfully, and quickly intertwined his slender fingers to count. After a moment, the young man's face was full of helplessness and annoyance: "That old thing still misses me!" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.