The old man patted Xiao Wuxu with a loving touch and took out two bright dates from his sleeve. "Daosheng, Grandpa didn't bring any food when he came here. Eat these dates."
"After you eat, grandpa will help you bury your parents."
The old man placed little Wuxu on a stone.
Xiao Wuxu swallowed the dates with a sob and felt full of strength.
certainly.
The crying became louder!
The old man's eyes were filled with heartache and love, "Daosheng, be good, don't cry."
"Come and bury your parents."
The old man chose a suitable piece of land and dug a grave, one big and one small.
A coffin was made of wooden boards, and Xiao Wuxu buried his parents with his own hands.
Xiao Wuxu knelt in front of the grave and kowtowed three times.
"Don't worry, Daosheng's parents. I, the Taoist priest, will raise him myself."
The old man stood in front of the grave and made a promise to the tombstone.
He bent down again and patted Xiao Wuxu's head. "Old Taoist, I see that you and I are destined to be together, so I will accept you as my youngest disciple."
"From now on, your name is Wuxu."
"Wu is the "Wu" that cannot be done, and Xu is the "Xu" that is down-to-earth."
Xiao Wuxu cried and called out "Master" in a daze.
The old man looked at her with kindness as he picked up little Wuxu, mounted the dragon and flew into the air, disappearing.
Since then, Xiao Wuxu has been obsessed with immortality.
I believe that only by living can there be no sadness and despair.
People in the illusion cannot see Wuxu's soul.
But the scene just now made Wuxu regain his rationality. With a tearful tone, he shouted to the sky, "Master..."
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