Wood Spirit Daoist entered the city and wandered its streets every day. Whenever he saw an injustice, he would intervene; whenever he saw a kindhearted person, he would lend a hand. He carried himself like a man playing through the mortal world.
That day, Wood Spirit Daoist Li Qing was strolling down the street, a skewer of candied hawthorn in hand. He looked here and there with the temperament of a child, a smile always hanging at the corners of his mouth.
It was completely at odds with his withered, haggard appearance.
Just then, cries and wails rose from the street, drawing Wood Spirit Daoist Li Qing's attention.
A woman was clutching a young man in her arms, wailing in the middle of the road.
The young man's face was deathly pale, blood spilling from his mouth. His chest was caved in, and he was taking in more breath than he let out. He was clearly on the verge of death.
"My son... my son..."
The woman beside him let out a despairing howl.
Wood Spirit Daoist Li Qing suddenly appeared at her side. "Your son can still be saved. How did he end up like this?"
The woman raised her tear-blurred eyes to Wood Spirit Daoist Li Qing. "It was the Government Office's young master. He rode his horse recklessly and struck my son..."
The woman sobbed loudly. "Great Daoist, can my son really still be saved?"
"Please save my son. I'll kowtow to you..." The woman slammed her head down with all her strength.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Her forehead was soon smeared with blood!
Wood Spirit Daoist Li Qing raised a hand and pointed. A strange life force descended upon the young man.
Visible to the naked eye, his chest rapidly healed, his breathing swiftly steadied, and even