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The sandalwood tree demon grows on a hillside in the south.

Wild small-leaf red sandalwood grows extremely slowly.

A hundred years have passed, and the trees around have long since grown into towering trees, but the red sandalwood is still small and inconspicuous.

At that time, he had not yet developed any intelligence. Driven by biological instinct, he worked hard every day but still grew slowly.

After who knows how many years, he finally gained spiritual wisdom.

He was delighted to find that he could not only sense the changes in wind and rain, but also see the surrounding scenery.

The towering trees around him, although taller than him, did not have the same opportunity as him. Some of the trees were even eaten by birds and insects and became rotten.

Only the red sandalwood tree, although not tall and strong, is full of new vitality every day.

Later, some humans moved to the foot of the mountain, starting with one or two households, which gradually evolved into a village.

People in the village often go to the mountains to hunt and gather.

Sometimes when I feel tired, I rest under the tree and praise it by saying, "This tree is growing so straight."

Gradually, the sandalwood tree demon understood human language, could distinguish between men, women, young and old, and he even knew the name of everyone in the village.

It’s just that he hasn’t reached the right stage of cultivation yet, so he can’t speak or communicate.

The tree has awakened its spiritual intelligence, but it is still trapped in its wooden body, unable to move or speak, just like a vegetative person. It is extremely lonely and unbearable.

Fortunately, there are those villagers who can help him relieve his loneliness.

He liked to stand halfway up the mountain, stretching out the branches, and watching the people busying about in the village.

One day, a little girl went up the mountain alone to pick mushrooms. She was accidentally bitten by a poisonous snake and fainted under a rosewood tree.

It was already dark and no one from the village went up the mountain, and no one found the injured child.

If she lets it go on like this, she will surely die.

The little girl was in a daze, and felt the shadow of the tree swaying in front of her eyes. Every branch and leaf was struggling desperately, as if reaching towards her in a hurry.

When her family found her, they were surprised to discover that the snake venom on the girl's leg had been eliminated and even the wound was beginning to heal.

Who saved the child?

When everyone was puzzled, the little girl pointed at the red sandalwood tree and said, "The tree seemed to have hands. I saw the tree saving me! Dad, it was the tree that saved me!"

The night wind blew gently, and the leaves of the rosewood tree swayed gently, like a kind old man nodding his head.

At that time, the people in the village were very simple and honest. They believed that all things in the world have spirits and that there are gods above their heads.

They knelt under the big tree, devoutly thanking Zitan for its protection.

From then on, villagers came to the red sandalwood tree to offer sacrifices and offerings every now and then.

When the villagers encounter problems, they will come to the big tree for help.

Some pray for good weather, some pray for a good marriage, and some pray for children...

Some of these wishes came true, and some did not.

It came true, and everyone believed it was a manifestation of the sacred tree.

It didn’t come true… probably because my heart wasn’t sincere.

In this way, the red sandalwood tree was gradually deified in the hearts of the villagers.

They didn't know what kind of tree it was, they just called it a sacred tree.

The villagers' faith and offerings allowed the red sandalwood tree to absorb the power of faith, and its cultivation improved significantly.

In a few years, just a few more years, he will be able to break through the bottleneck and transform into a human!

And the little girl who was rescued by him that year has not forgotten the kindness of the red sandalwood tree.

She would come under the tree every day to chat with Zitan - although it was a one-sided chat:

"Little Tiger is so mean, he pulled my braids again..."

"The sister next door got married. Although she married a wealthy businessman, she lives very far away from home and can only come back a few times a year..."

"My mother made me some new clothes. Do you think they look good, Grandpa Tree?"

"My grandma is sick, Grandpa Tree, please bless her to recover soon..."

The little girl kept talking to and fro, as if she really thought the tree was a person. Sometimes when she felt sleepy, she would lean against the tree trunk to sleep.

There were many snakes, insects, rats and ants on the mountain, but within the range of the red sandalwood tree, not even a bug dared to approach the little girl.

The weather in the south is hot, and the red sandalwood trees often sway without wind, bringing coolness to sleeping children.

Later, the red sandalwood tree made further progress in his practice, and he entered the girl's dream while she was sleeping.

The girl looked at him in surprise: "Who are you? Why do you have branches growing on your head? Your branches look familiar...ah, you are Grandpa Tree!"

The rosewood tree pointed at his face and asked, "Am I old? Why do you keep calling me grandpa?"

Although it was 700 years old at that time, it was considered young among the rosewood trees.

The girl looked at his face carefully. It was the face of a man in his thirties, but his skin was a little dark and he looked a little weathered.

The girl tilted her head and asked him, "How old are you? Why do you look so young, yet so old?"

The rosewood tree demon was speechless for a moment, but when he looked at the cute little girl with a chubby face, he couldn't muster any energy at all.

Forget it, grandpa is grandpa. He is hundreds of years older than her anyway, so calling him grandpa is not a disadvantage.

"Grandpa, are you really the sacred tree? You were the one who saved me when I was bitten by a snake, right?"

"There's no one else here, so who else can save you except me? Little girl, don't run up the mountain alone in the future. It's not safe."

"With Grandpa Tree protecting us, we won't be in danger! Grandpa Tree, can you turn into a human?"

"Yes, but it will take some time."

"After becoming a human, do you still live in the soil, or sleep in a house like us?"

"Can I...stay in your house?"

"Of course, I can let you live in my house!"

"Xiao Yezi, thank you."

"Hey, how do you know my name is Xiao Ye?"

"Of course I know. I heard your father call you that. I also know the names of everyone in your village. I know a lot."

"Really? Do you know my father's name? Do you know the name of little Tiger?"

"Of course I know. Your father's name is Ye Datou, and he's the village chief. Little Tiger's name is Little Tiger."

"Wow, you really know all that! How impressive!"

Because of the little leaf, the red sandalwood tree had a friend. He was no longer lonely and even had hope.

Every day, he stretched out his branches and looked down the mountain, hoping that Little Leaf would come, enter her dream, chat with her, and play with her.

Xiao YeZi is a foodie and always feels hungry, but the villagers are not rich and food is limited.

So the rosewood tree made many delicious foods for her in her dream.

"Grandpa Tree, rice is white, and yours is black. Make it whiter, yes, that's it!"

"Bacon isn't soft. Yours looks like poop... Well, this one is a little harder, but it still looks like poop."

"This radish is not right either. When cooking radishes, they need to be cut into slices..."

The sandalwood tree demon's initial understanding of human food came from Xiao Ye's verbal description.

Although the food was a mess, Little Leaf was very happy eating it and kept praising him:

"Grandpa Dashu, you are so awesome! Although the food you cook may not look very good, it tastes better than what my mother cooks."

The sandalwood tree demon said with a smile: "It's all an illusion, can you really taste it?"

"I can imagine them. I imagine they are delicious. But unfortunately, I can't take them out of my dreams. I still feel hungry when I wake up."

The red sandalwood demon said, "Then you just wait for me. When I become a human, I will go to reality and cook for you. I will make lots of delicious food. Little Leaf, tell Grandpa what you want to eat, and Grandpa will cook it for you right away!"

"Grandpa, you better hurry up! Hurry up and turn into a human!"

"Oh my, I'm waiting so anxiously. Grandpa Tree, why haven't you turned into a human yet? If you don't turn into a human, I will grow up!"

The long life, also because of the little leaves, has a different color from now on.