Lingshan Fairy Group

The morning at the foot of Lingshan Mountain is always wrapped in the fragrance of vegetation. As soon as Azhu, the medicine boy who was collecting herbs, turned around the col, he saw a small dumpling huddled next to a big stone. The baby looked to be only three or four years old. She was wearing a white washed gown and her face was white and tender. But now it was wrinkled like a bun, and there were tears hanging on her eyelashes. She had clearly fainted from hunger. "Ouch!" A Zhu quickly put down the medicine basket and carefully picked up the little dumpling. It feels light and fluffy in the hand, like a leaf that is not fully dried. Just as he was about to run to the temple on the mountain, the little dumpling in his arms suddenly smacked his lips, and he grabbed a handful with his little hands, which happened to be the mugwort pinned to his clothes and used to repel insects. At this moment, something strange happened. The wilting wormwood sprouted some green buds, and the surrounding clumps of inconspicuous dandelions also spread out white pom-poms, as if someone had blown a breath of fairy air...