Xiao Diudier said: "Did Baihu and Xuanwu lie to you like this?"

The long-browed Taoist laughed and was about to pick up Xiao Diudiuer and leave, but Xiao Diudiuer shook his head: "Don't worry, count it, we are both people who haven't eaten for two days. If you hug me again, it's a waste of energy. When you find something to eat, you have to eat more. It's not cost-effective. I'll leave by myself."

The long-browed Taoist was stunned for a moment, his eyes slightly moist.

Then he saw Xiao Diudiuer reaching out to him and said in a silly but firm tone: "But you have to hold my hand. I am still a child. Those fathers lead the child away like this."

The long-browed Taoist held Xiao Diudier's hand and the two walked towards the pile of firewood protected by the white tiger and the black tung.

"Master, can you eat grass?"

"Can."

"Master, if we can eat grass, then we sleep in the pile of firewood, wouldn't we sleep in the pile of grain? We can eat openly."

"Silly apprentice, that's all dry grass. Since I eat grass, why don't I eat some new grass? I still don't like eating dried food, I like to eat something with soup."

"Silly Master, it hasn't rained for two years. Where did the new grass come from?"

"Ah...it seems like that."

The long-browed Taoist dug a hole in the firewood pile and let Xiao Diudou get in because it can avoid the annoying wind inside.

The master hasn't eaten for so long and hasn't much strength, so he barely dug a hole that can fit in.

The master lay outside Diuduer and grabbed some hay to cover himself.

"Go to bed, let's go find something to eat tomorrow morning."

"Master, why is hay bitter too?"

"You really eat it?"

"Because I'm so hungry."

At this moment, suddenly there was a strong wind, followed by dark clouds.

After a while, heavy rain fell.

The master and apprentice curled up in the firewood pile, but what's the use of the firewood pile? Both of them soon became wet.

While taking off his clothes and covering Diudier with her, the long-browed Taoist said to herself that she could finally take a shower.

Diudu reached out his hand from the pile of firewood and took a handful of water to drink.

"Master, I don't like this."

"What do you don't like?"

"I don't like the people living on heaven."

The Taoist Changmei was silent for a long time. Instead of answering Diudier's words, he said to himself: "In theory, it's raining, so you should give us some food."

Diudier laughed and then patted the wet pyrene: "It's good to bring soup now."
Chapter completed!