Bei Zongxiang put nine dead chickens on a load, but he did not bury them. When I picked up the spring hole again, I was extremely sad, crying like a chicken, with tears streaming down my face, like washing my face with tears. I cried for an hour and cried loudly for another two hours. Even though I was hungry, I tried my best to just cry.

Bei Zong was weak-tempered but attentive. He thought over and over again and realized that he could cry out ice last time, so how could he not cry out live chicken this time? I kept crying until noon when I suddenly heard the crow of a chicken. I opened my eyes and saw that the dead chicken had become half-dead. There were two large baskets of black-bone chickens. Some had their eyes open, some were chirping, and some were flexing their paws as if about to flutter.

The second son was secretly surprised, fearing that the chicken would come alive and fly around, polluting the spring water. Then he took out the straw that had bedding the dead chickens, twisted a few straws into one, tied the legs of the nine black-bone chickens tightly, and placed them back in the basket. After crying loudly for a while, the chickens were all jumping around, but they couldn't fly out of the basket.

Bei Zongxiang thought:"I cried until noon, my eyes were swollen and I couldn't open them. Could it be that at that time, an old man with a white beard and a donkey came to get water from the spring, but I didn't see it. If not, how could a dead chicken become a live chicken? It's the story of a tearful man meeting an immortal." That's right! It was Zhang Guolao who came to fetch spring water and performed a kind act of compassion. Fortunately, the blood of the just-dead chicken was still warm, so the cure was cured.

The second son of the Bei family looked around for the old man with a white beard, but he couldn't find him, not even the shadow of the white donkey. He knelt down and bowed again, kowtowing more than ten times. He took the pole, picked up the basket of black-bone chickens, and struggled to return home due to hunger. After entering the courtyard, the younger sister brought the food and saw that there was a black-bone chicken in the basket, so she asked:"Brother, how can you get enough money to buy a black-bone chicken?" The elder smiled and said while eating,"Haha, I met a god again. Hey. I didn't bury it. I thought I could cry the spring water into ice, so I tried again. After crying for a while, I almost died from crying." The little girl asked doubtfully:"Can such a thing happen? Then? It can be so miraculous." His brother said:"It's really miraculous. The white-bearded god must have come again. He helped our family turn the dead chicken into life. Quickly catch a black-bone chicken, kill it, scald it, and cut it clean. Add Chinese medicine to cook... to replenish the health of parents." Bei Zongxian followed his brother's instructions and caught one.

The remaining eight black-bone chickens were jumping and croaking. After Bei Zongxiang finished eating, he fed the chickens some grains and let them go. At this time, it was already evening. His father and brother came home one after another and were quite surprised and suspicious when they saw the dead black chicken jumping around. General Bei Zong narrated the story of his encounter with the old man riding a white donkey in Quanshui Cave.

After hearing this, his father, Ben Ningsong, was surprised and exclaimed:"Ah, Zhang Guo is always the one who rides a white donkey backwards! Only that old immortal in the world rides a donkey backwards. My son is lucky to meet the immortal who saves people in distress." The family According to legend, people were talking about it with great excitement and surprise.

Mr. and Mrs. Benningsong took Chinese medicine to stew black-bone chicken. After one month, they felt relaxed and their illnesses were much better. The family was very happy. At the beginning of autumn, something unfortunate happened. Benin Pine suffered a stroke and fell to the ground. The farmer who saw it hurriedly spread the word, and the family went to carry Benin Song back.

It is also a blessing for the head of the family to lie down on the bed and all the children to be filial. As the saying goes:"There is no filial son at the bedside of a long-term illness, and there is no filial daughter at the bedside of a paralysis." This is not the case for the children of the Bei family. The two sons work hard to earn money, or grow crops in the fields and sell them for copper coins. If they have money, they can buy medicine from doctors. Treat daddy.

The youngest daughter, Bei Zongxian, served her father and was busy during the day, cooking, feeding, lifting stool, pouring urine, and washing. I couldn't sleep at night and took care of her meticulously. The little girl was so worried and exhausted that she became thin. Her father peed on the bed and washed five or six basins of bedding and clothes every day. She never complained and was very filial.

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