In September of the seventh year of Qingli, late autumn was already a little cool.

This is a village by Taihu Lake in Pingjiang Prefecture. It belongs to Wuxian. The village is not big and there are about a hundred families.

In the early morning, the dew on the red leaves quickly subsided, and clusters of maple trees looked even more beautiful as fire, dyeing the entire mountain village red.

An old man in his sixties was slowly walking by the river. His face was covered with deep wrinkles, as if he had experienced many vicissitudes of life.

The old man dressed simply, wearing a loose dark blue dress, sometimes bowed his head to ponder, sometimes sighed slightly, and his eyes always had an indescribable loneliness.

He has been in this small village for four days. At this time of day, he would walk along the river for a few miles and breathe the fresh air of the countryside.

At this time, a child's elegant voice came from a distance, as if telling stories vividly.

"That day, Marshal Peng was full of grief and anger and shouted to the executioner:

'I am the top marshal, who commands 80,000 Tianhe Water Army. The Nishang Chang'e is just a maid in the Moon Palace. She has a low status. Although I am rude after drinking, I can apologize to the Taiyin Star Lord. Why should I be punished and be sent to the mortal world?'

The executioner sighed: "Do you still understand the matter now? Chang'e's affairs are just an excuse. You arbitrarily change the rules and regulations of the navy's army and cause dissatisfaction among the immortals. This is the real reason."

Marshal Tianpeng became more and more angry, "It is clear that the Jade Emperor asked me to do it, what does it have to do with me?"

The executioner shook his head, a trace of sympathy flashed in his eyes.

‘If the reform fails, you can’t let the Jade Emperor take responsibility! Of course, the Jade Emperor will demote you, but the Jade Emperor will also give you some special treatment.’

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The old man heard that "the reform failed, the Jade Emperor could not bear the responsibility!" He was shocked all over and his eyes were filled with surprise.

He quickly searched around, as if the sound was coming from the direction of a big tree on the left.

The old man pulled his feet toward the big tree, but he tripped by a stone under his feet, almost fell down, and his ankle hurt.

But he didn't care about looking carefully, and endured the pain and came under the big tree.

I saw seven or eight naughty boys with their horns combed under an ancient maple tree sitting on the stone, holding their cheeks, listening to the intoxication.

The storyteller is a young boy with a tall figure and looks about ten years old, but he looks like he is seven or eight years old between his eyebrows and eyes.

I saw him wearing a patched brown short coat. The years of wind and sun did not make his skin darker, and there was a bit of beauty that was rare in his country children.

If you look closely, you will find that there is still a hint of maturity hidden in his eyes that is not very consistent with his age.

This young boy who tells the story is called Fanning, and he is only eight years old this year.

Fanning was named by his grandfather because he cried too loudly when he was born, and his grandfather hoped he could be quieter.

But when he grew up, he was too quiet. Not only did he rarely speak, but he also reacted a few steps slower than other children, making him look stupid.

Except for his parents who still remember his official name, the villagers are used to calling him Ah Dai.

From childhood to adulthood, he has become famous, and even the teacher from elementary school calls him Fan Daidai in class.

Until a month ago, after a serious illness, he suddenly changed. He was eloquent, had a sharp reaction, had an amazing memory and turned into another child completely.

The parents were ecstatic and thought it was the Buddha's appearance, so their mother even went to Lingyan Temple to fulfill her wish.

But only Fan Ning himself knew that an accident caused him to travel through time and space to come to the Song Dynasty a thousand years ago.

It’s just that when I was three years old, everyone has long been used to his stupidity. It may take some time to completely change their views on him.

Fan Ning glanced out of the corner of his eyes that the old man in green had walked towards him from the river, and he was secretly happy.

"The executioner said something is not right. We should understand it this way. There are only four places to obtain the scriptures in the West. All the elders of the heavenly realm want to occupy one, so they try every means to arrange their own people to participate.

This is the real reason why Marshal Tianpeng is reincarnated and has immortal consciousness, martial arts, and weapons.

As for who arranged for Marshal Tianpeng to go down to the world, this is today's question. Let's think about it when you go home and answer me tomorrow."

Speaking of this, Fanning smiled and said, "Everyone will tell you the answers to the questions I assigned yesterday.

Why did the monkey head like to eat peaches? Even though the immortals recommended him to guard the Peach Garden?"

The children talked randomly, Fanning shook his head, and everyone was wrong.

"Because the opening of the Peach Banquet is about to begin, the peaches in the Peach Garden have almost been stolen by the immortals.

At this time, a little Maoxian without a background is needed to push the tank, and the monkey head is obviously the most suitable candidate.

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Just as he was talking about the rise, a middle-aged man waved and shouted in the distance: "Ah Dai, your father is back, let you go home quickly!"

"Uncle Liu, I understand!"

Fanning smiled and said to the other children: "I have something to do today, so I will talk less, and I will say it, and I will listen to it for a penny at a time."

The children couldn't bear to bear the money, but they wanted to hear the story, so they had to take out a copper coin and hand it to Fanning.

Fan Ning accepted it one by one and gently weighed the money, "Ha! I got another eight cents."

"Please wait!"

Fanning turned around and was about to leave, but an old voice came from behind.

Fanning immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said to himself: "I have been waiting for two days and finally attracted you."

He slowly turned around and it was indeed the old man in green just now.

The old man's eyes were full of interest. He hurried forward and bowed obediently, "Brother-in-law called me?"

The old man in green looked at Fan Ning with a childish look and asked gently: "Are you a child from this village?"

"That's right! What advice do you have for your father-in-law?"

The old man stroked his beard and smiled, "Although what you said just now is bizarre, it is very interesting. What's your name?"

"He is Fan Daidai!" A naughty boy next to him laughed.

Fan Ning glared at him fiercely, and then said to the old man: "Junior Fan Ning!"

"Your surname is Fan?"

A hint of surprise appeared in the old man's eyes and asked quickly: "Which family are you from Fan?"

Fanning shook his head, he really didn't know about this.

The old man in Qing also felt that he was a bit reckless in asking. Fan was a big surname in Wu County, and there were many people in this area with Fan, and they might not be of the same clan.

But at this time he was more concerned about the story Fanning just told, and he asked again: "Where did you hear the story you just told?"

Fan bowed and said, "I have read some miscellaneous books by Master Sanzang to obtain scriptures, so I made up stories by myself."

There have been many stories of Tang monks seeking scriptures in the Northern Song Dynasty. Wu Chengen's "Journey to the West" was just a master of the later culmination.

The old man was even more surprised. The child in front of him was not only able to compile novels and stories by himself, but also had profound knowledge. This was the first time he had encountered it.

There are such a prodigy in this remote small village?

He suddenly became interested in Fanning's life experience, and maybe this child is really his own race.

At this time, the old man's ankle hurts sharply and his body shook. Fan Ning hurriedly held him, "What's wrong with senior?"

"I accidentally twisted my ankle just now!" A hint of pain appeared on the old man's face.

"Then you have to apply it with cold water as soon as possible. If the injury is serious, the blood will spread."

Fanning pointed to the front and said, "My house is not far from the front. Senior, come to my house for a rest."

The old man nodded, "Then I'll trouble you!"

Fan Ning walked slowly with the old man, unable to help but feel happy. Two days of effort were not in vain, and he could finally hold his thighs!

As he walked, he hummed a song in a low voice, "The sun is coming out, I am happy, I am raising the bamboo sticks, I am raising the bamboo sticks, I am raising the mountainside!'

"What song are you humming?"
To be continued...