On the day Chen Erdan was born, purple air came from the east, thousands of auspicious mists, auspicious light lingered, and the orchids and musk deer were dense. The young and old men, eldest daughter and young daughter-in-law in Shijiawa Village swore that they saw a big fireball falling from the sky into the backyard of the Li family.
A lame Taoist priest said kindly: "This child is definitely extraordinary. He will definitely fly to heaven at the age of ten."
"Flying up your mother." Father Chen rounded his elbows and slapped her.
A leprous monk said with kind eyes, "Is your friend okay? Why don't you come back with me?"
Chen Ma put her hands on her hips, ready to spit at any moment: "Master, could it be that you are from Mogao Grottoes?"
"How to say?"
"So many murals (beeps)!"
Chen Erdan grew up to be five years old.
Whenever there is fairy music in the sky above the roof, and colorful clouds bloom on the treetops.
Shijiawa's family members will definitely go out together and throw the garlic paste and feces they have prepared for a long time into the sky.
"Back off, back off, back off, back off!"
Chen Erdan is the one who wants to inherit the 60 acres of paddy fields in Shijiawa Village. He is a goddamn god!
Small theater:
Xiao Chen Erdan: "Dad, I don't want to herd cows anymore. A strange person gave me a book of inner strength and mental methods and said he wanted to teach me how to become an immortal."
Father Chen coaxed his son: "Don't believe his lies. The year you were born, your father took your spiritual root and tested it. You are a loser."
Pseudo-immortal cultivators and true spiritual energy reviving farming essays and sand sculpture essays, so stay tuned~
It's so strange. If I take another look at it, I'll save it~
Intention: Keep your heart towards the light and move forward courageously