Oh, this southern Wuyin Village, that is really a mysterious place, cloudy and mist, the four seasons are like spring, the flowers bloom like something, there is a waterfall and a flowing spring in the mountain, the sound is loud, it sounds like a fairy music in the sky, and people don't want to leave when they hear it. Today, what we want to talk about is that on the edge of this Wuyin Village, there is a woodcutter named Li Dali, this guy is as strong as a cow, with a wave of the axe, the wind is whistling, and the work of chopping wood in the village, if he is second, no one dares to call him the first. But his family was so poor that he walked around the mountains every day, just to earn that little rice and feed his family.
Li Dali is a good-hearted person, and always says: "There are gods in the mountains, and people must have goodness in their hearts." One evening, he carried a bundle of firewood on his back, humming a little tune to his home, the mountain road twisted and turned, and the setting sun stretched his shadow long, as if to indicate that something big was about to happen. When he was about to get out of the mountain, he saw something shining in the grass by the roadside, and when he walked over to look, it was a shabby garment, although it was old, but it looked quite interesting.
Li Dali muttered in his heart: "Why did this dress come here?" He looked around, but there was no one. I wanted to ignore it, but then I thought: "Maybe a passerby accidentally lost it, and it is cold at night, and people must be in a hurry." So, he carefully picked up his clothes and planned to take them back to the village to see if anyone could claim them.
Back in the village, it was already dark, and the smoke from every house was rising. As soon as Li Dali entered the house, he heard someone knocking lightly on the door outside. As soon as he opened the door, the good fellow, an old beggar in rags, looked quite pitiful, his eyes were full of help, and his voice was hoarse: "Good Samaritan, good work, give me some hot soup to drink." Li Dali didn't say anything, and quickly let the old beggar into the house, lit a fire to boil water, and rummaged through the boxes and cabinets to find some dry food. The old beggar was full of food and drink, with tears in his eyes, and said that he had met a living Bodhisattva.
After eating, the old beggar looked at the clothes in Li Dali's hand, and his eyes suddenly changed. "Young man, this dress is not simple, do you know where it came from?" The old beggar's voice was heavy. Li Dali was stunned, and honestly didn't know. After hearing this, the old beggar sighed: "This is a thing of the immortal family, mortals get it, and the blessings and disasters are unpredictable." You have a good heart, you shouldn't have been involved, but since you picked it up, it's fate. Li Dali's heart was up and down, and he was about to ask for an understanding, but the old beggar suddenly changed his words: "You put it on and try it, but remember, you must take it off early tomorrow morning, otherwise you will ......" The old beggar didn't finish speaking, just shook his head, and left a sentence "If you wear it again, you will die", and then disappeared into the night, leaving Li Dali with a confused face.
Out of curiosity, Li Dali also wanted to see if what the old beggar said was true, so he decided to put it on and try it. As soon as he put on that dress, hey, he immediately felt warm, like spring, and even the tiredness of the day was gone. Oh my god, that's amazing. You see, the next morning, Li Dali opened his eyes, good fellow, the bedside was piled up like a hill, full of glittering gold and silver treasures, and the light pierced people's eyes. The news spread like wings in the Fog Hidden Village, and the whole village was boiling. The villagers rushed to Li Dali to say hello, and this guy changed from a poor woodcutter to a local tyrant in the village overnight. But don't look at his superficial scenery, his heart is not steady, the old beggar's words are like a tight spell, so that he can't sleep at night.
As the days passed, although Li Dali enjoyed the scenery and convenience brought by money, the stone in his heart became heavier and heavier. He began to use the money to help the lonely elderly in the village, build schools, and sponsor poor students, hoping to alleviate his sins. But in the dead of night, that dress was like an invisible shackle, which made him panic in his heart. At last, Li Dali made up his mind to listen to the old beggar, and on a full moon night he went alone to the brook outside the village, ready to take off the garment and return it to nature. Just as he untied his shirt and was about to let go of everything, a fresh breeze blew and the old beggar reappeared. "You're really good, young man!" The old beggar smiled and said, "This garment is a treasure from heaven, and it has come to the earth to test people's hearts." Although you have made a fortune because of this dress, you have not forgotten your roots, but have repaid your fellow villagers with good deeds, which is really rare. "It turns out that the old beggar is actually an immortal from the heavens, who came to the world to find those kind-hearted people. That garment is the touchstone used to test the good and evil of the human heart. Li Dali passed the test, not only escaped the disaster, but also got the guidance of the immortals, cultivated into a half-immortal body, and since then has been accompanied by the mountains and forests, guarding the peace of this side. Since then, there has been a mysterious guardian in the Fog Hidden Village, who is sometimes a woodcutter, sometimes an immortal, and continues to write his own legend with his kind heart. As for the garment, it was also buried deep in the mountains and forests, and it became an inexplicable story.
Li Dali has become a strange person praised in Wuyin Village and even the surrounding ten miles and eight towns, but he himself understands in his heart that this change in identity is just a gold paste from outsiders. He is still the same Li Dali, or the rough man who can split big stones with an axe and shout back the lost cattle and sheep with a voice. It's just that now, he has more responsibility on his shoulders and more determination to protect this land. After a long time, the villagers also got used to Li Dali's existence, no matter who had any difficult or urgent matter, the first thing that came to mind was to find him. Li Dali also enjoyed this kind of life, as if this was the blessing he had cultivated in his previous life, giving him the opportunity to make up for the "sins" brought by that dress.
In the blink of an eye, it is another year of cold winter, heavy snow covers the mountain, and Wuyin Village is covered with a thick layer of snow, wrapped in silver, which is so beautiful that people are intoxicated. On this day, an uninvited guest suddenly came to the village - a swordsman wearing a coat and a hat and carrying a long sword, named Feng Wuxi. Feng Wuxian has been wandering on the rivers and lakes for many years, and he heard that there are strange people and strange things in Wuyin Village, so he came to visit. Oops, this has to start from the roots. There is a man named Li Dali in our village, I heard that he can call the wind and rain and turn stones into gold, but who believes this? Feng Wuxian was in the tavern at the head of the village, holding a hot burning knife in his hand, and asked the old man next to him about it. When the old man heard this, he was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth, waved his hand and said: "Calling the wind and calling the rain is the errand of the Dragon King, and we Li Dali don't have that ability." However, he has a good heart and a lot of strength, and that is true. As for turning stones into gold, hey, that's what you say, you'll have to go find him yourself. ”
As soon as Feng Wuxian heard this, the fire in his heart came up, and he didn't even drink the wine, and got up and walked to Li Dali's house. When I arrived at the door, I heard the laughter of the children in the yard, and Li Dali was leading them to build snowmen and have snowball fights, having a lot of fun. Li Dali's eyes were sharp, and he saw Feng Wuxian at a glance, and asked with a smile: "This brother looks at Miansheng, is he a foreigner?" Feng Wuxian arched his hand and introduced himself: "In the wind without a trace, mixed in the rivers and lakes, I heard that Brother Li Dali is famous, and I came to visit." Li Dali laughed, patted the snow on his body, and led the wind into the house without a trace.
The fire was blazing in the house, and it was as warm as something. The two chatted while roasting the fire, from the interesting stories of the rivers and lakes to the trivial things at home, from the secret books of martial arts to the crops in the field, the more they talked, the more they got on the right path. After three rounds of drinking, Feng Wuxian finally couldn't hold back and asked about the clothes. Li Dali pondered for a while, sighed, and told the ins and outs of the matter. After hearing this, Feng Wuxian frowned, pondered for a while, and then said: "Brother Li, this matter is not simple, since that clothes are from the immortal family, they must have spirituality. Now that you've put it down, don't pick it up easily. But people's hearts are unpredictable, the rivers and lakes are sinister, and I am afraid that someone will be unfavorable to you. ”
When Li Dali heard this, his heart was warm, and he said with a smile: "Brother Feng, don't worry, although I, Li Dali, am a rough person, I also know the truth that good and evil are rewarded and cause and effect circulate." As long as I have a good heart, I am not afraid of others doing evil. Feng Wuxian nodded, untied the long sword from his back, and handed it to Li Dali: "This sword is called 'Qingfeng', and it has accompanied me to the rivers and lakes for many years, slaying demons and eliminating demons, and I have never been defeated." Today, I will give it to you, which can be regarded as a tribute to your good deeds. Hopefully, it will protect you and guard your heart. Li Dali couldn't refuse, so he had to accept the Qingfeng Sword, and he was very grateful. He knows that this is not only a sword, but also a trust and a responsibility.
coldly, a low and thick voice rumbled in everyone's hearts: "Babies, I heard you miss me, and you respect me." Although I am gone, my soul, will always guard our land and each of you. Although the voice was as small as a mosquito humming, the energy in it shocked the hearts of everyone present. They looked up at the sky and couldn't see anything, but I understood that it was Li Dali's brother's soul chatting with everyone. After the sacrifice was over, the villagers were not in a hurry to disperse, they sat around the fire, and you talked about the past and reminisced.
As soon as it was dark, the stars were shining, as if even the stars were nodding to Li Dali's story. At this moment, a young man stood up, holding the Qingfeng Sword in his hand, and his eyes showed a sense of determination. He said: "Folks, although Uncle Li Dali is gone, we have to remember his spiritual head. From now on, I will take over his class and use this sword to protect our homes and help those in need. As soon as the young man's voice fell, the applause and cheers of the villagers were like a fried pot. They knew that this young man was the new patron saint, and they wanted to pass on Li Dali's energy.
Since then, there has been a young swordsman in Wuyin Village, holding a Qingfeng sword in his hand, walking around the mountains, practicing chivalry and righteousness, punishing evil and promoting good. His name slowly spread and became a new legend. But no matter where he went, he remembered where he came from, and he didn't forget the woodcutter who was dressed in tatters, but with great love in his heart - Li Dali. Li Dali's story, like the breeze, has crossed the hurdle of time and remained in people's hearts forever.
In the dead of night, when the stars begin to blink, people think of the woodcutter in rags, but whose heart is purer than gold. His story has inspired generations of people to believe that if you are kind, you can overcome difficulties; If you have a firm belief, you will be able to write your own legend.