Originally, everyone planned to change into a carriage and horse to rest at the post station for a night and then go to Chang'an City, but now seeing that Pingling Yu fell ill, although there was no major problem after being diagnosed and treated by the doctor, and the fever subsided early the next morning, but everyone still decided to recuperate at the post station for a few more days, and followed all the way by a sergeant Zhou Jian initially selected the person who had no one at home or many sons in the family and was not the eldest son。

Pingling Yu saw that he had arrived in Chang'an City safely all the way, and his heart was also relaxed, and he heard Zhou Jian's introduction to the extraordinary scenery in Fengming's view, and he was also excited for a while, so he walked in the car and walked about a cup of tea to find the temple hidden in the deep alley, only the ten sergeants and a group of servants left to look at the luggage, Zhou Jian went several times and did not want to go.

Different from the Taoist temples that are mainly gold and vermilion, Fengmingguan really feels dull at first glance, the white wall covered with moss has already seen the original color, even the gray tiles are growing green grass, and the plaque with Fengmingguan is peeling off the wood paint, and it seems more and more unold.

Everyone enters, facing two pine fences and a forest of fir trees, at this time will enter the autumn, the pine fences are verdant, quiet and empty, but the fir trees are full of golden, proud and lively. Walking inside, the current is the main hall, which is not the Sanqing but the crape myrtle emperor, although it is a wooden clay sculpture but also lifelike, everyone saw the strange heart, only feel that this view is extraordinary.

Turning the main hall and walking forward, I saw that the bell and drum tower was only two stories high, and a little Taoist priest of eight or nine years old was holding a one-person-high broom to clean the yard.

"Xiaodao has met several donors. The boy saw someone coming over and hurriedly saluted.

"I don't know what the little Taoist chief is called?" Chen Xun saw that his tiger head and tiger brain were really cute, so he couldn't help but step forward and tore a purse embroidered with distant mountains and rivers from his belt and handed it to him, "This is the candy bought in the country town, you taste it." ”

"Amitayus is blessed, and the path is called an empty mountain. Kong Shan took a step back as if Chen Xun was holding some kind of flood beast in his hand, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said, "Xiaodao fell asleep at vigil and accidentally taught the candle to burn the wing, and now the master punishes Xiaodao for cleaning, and he is not allowed to accept gifts from the donor during the punishment period, and please forgive the donor." ”

"Empty Mountain Dao Chief, are you alone in this Fengming Temple now?" Pingling Imperial Rough Physiognomy Technique, looking at the face of this little Taoist child, if it is either a great good or a great evil person, now seeing that he is honest and honest, somehow his heart suddenly bursts, and he is busy.

"The master did the morning class in the back Sanqing Palace, and the senior brother went to the back mountain to chop wood. Kongshan looked up at Pingling Yu and replied honestly, "Are you here to ask for a sign or to dip?"

"What about asking for a signature, what about dipping?" Chen Xun saw that he was a little dumbfounded, and his teasing heart paused, and he couldn't help laughing.

"Ask for a sign of ten wen, ask for a hundred hexagram once, but start with ten taels of silver. Sorayama counted seriously, and this serious look made everyone present laugh.

"We were originally studying here, and we heard that Fengmingguan had been inherited for hundreds of years, and we were amazed, so we came to see each other, so we also asked the little Taoist to help guide the way. Pingling Yu coughed slightly and said in a kind voice.

"It's just that Xiaodao's punished homework is not completed, and he really can't get out of it, so it's okay to wait a little bit?" Kongshan heard that they only came to play and did not ask for a sign to donate some incense money, but he was not annoyed, but introduced it at a glance, everyone saw that he was a little pedantic, but he was also honest, and all they saw in their ordinary life were the top people who were spinning in the splendid pile, and there were very few and pure minds, and they were curious for a while.

"In that case, shall we also help the little Taoist to clean up?" Pingling Yu thought at this time that he was afraid that this person should be a great good person in the future, but he saw it for the first time in his life with such a face, and he couldn't help but say something tentative.

"Amitayus, this is the punishment that the path deserves, how can we let the donor do the work for me? "Sorayama shook his head like a rattle.

"I don't know how old Xiaodao is?" Pingling Yu saw that he was clear from wrong, and he was a little happy, and he hurriedly took his hand.

"Xiaodao spent fourteen cold summers in vain. Sorayama didn't seem to understand why the other party suddenly asked how old he was, but he still answered unhurriedly.

"Are you only a year younger than me soon?" Chen Xun was dumbfounded.

"But my junior brother was born weak and grew slower than ordinary people. A few people turned their heads and saw a young man in a gray robe wearing a bamboo crown carrying a bundle of firewood from the end of the corridor opposite, everyone looked up, only to feel that he had a friendly face and a graceful bearing, even carrying a bundle of firewood on his back but also as if he was in the temple, so that the simple furnishings around him were bright, "Poor Dao Qingliu has seen several donors. ”

"The clear stream is long. Everyone returned the salute, and for a while they felt that this Taoist priest could have such a bearing, no wonder Fengming Temple could be passed down for hundreds of years.

"You are curious about Fengmingguan, if you let the poor road lead you all the way to see, it can be regarded as a little bit of the friendship of the landlord. Qingliu smiled, giving people a sense of the white moon and clear wind, as if he was a Confucian in history, but not like a Taoist priest.

"It's a long way to work. "Pingling Yu will accept it when he sees it.

"Ah Shan, you will clean up here, I take the donors to walk around in the view, at this time in the autumn there are a few begonias open, and after you finish cleaning, you will move from the backyard and worship in front of Sanqing, okay?" Qingliu carefully told Kongshan, Yanbi gently stretched out his hand and rubbed the other party's hairy head, and then led everyone to the backyard.

This Fengming view has been passed down for hundreds of years, there are hundreds of steles in the backyard of the view, the earliest can be traced back to the Western Qin period, the earliest Pingling Yu was also involved in the evolution of calligraphy after school, the previous life because of the calligraphy and painting masters beside him, the ears and eyes also learned a good hand, although it was originally for the six arts to have one to take out, but now it is really liked, so one by one the stele stone carefully looked at the past, and at the same time saw the subtleties and did not forget to stretch out his hand on the sleeve of the comparison, Ji Rin saw that he rarely showed the joy of the young man, so he also stayed aside, but when the sun was bright, he found Qingliu to borrow an umbrella to shield him from the sun。

"What are they doing?" It was noon, and Sorayama finished cleaning the front yard, and sure enough, he came to the backyard to move the lively begonias as Qingliu instructed.

"My husband is frail, and his Chev feels sorry for him. Chen Xun has no love for poetry and books, and he was curious about what was written at the beginning of this stele forest, and he only felt that there was nothing to do after reading it roughly.

"Chev, what is that?" Kongshan first picked off some yellowish branches and leaves, and then sprayed some water on the leaves with a watering can, the begonias stretched their branches and leaves, verdant and dripping, Kongshan saw that he reached out and touched the petals, and turned his head to look at Chen Xun with a little curiosity.

"Chefu is a couple who have entered into a contract, just like an ordinary man and a woman are married, and they live together day and night after they have signed a contract. Chen Xun saw that he was curious, and wondered in his heart that it was not this ignorant and naïve little Taoist priest who moved his heart, and for a while he saw the young man who was far away from the side to place firewood, and said secretly, this young Taoist priest is so generous, it is no wonder that this little Taoist priest moved his heart, but he didn't know that this was because he himself understood the things of the wind and the moon.

"What do you see my senior brother doing?" Kongshan has been in the Taoist temple for a long time, and there are few people in Fengmingguan, and now there are three people with his master, senior brother and him, he has a pure and kind temperament, and he has never seen the prosperity of the world, as if he will be made of Shengxuan, pure white but fragile, but he instinctively still feels that Chen Xun's smile is strange.

"Hmph, who is looking at him?" Chen Xun was told by him, and his face was a little scornful, but in the past few months, he mixed with the soldiers recruited by his own Zhou Jian, and his skin became thicker and thicker, but he leaned over as usual and said, "Little Taoist, can I help you move this begonia together?"

"This ......," Sora Shan frowned slightly, a little unsure of what to do.

"You think, just now you are being punished, I naturally can't help you, but at this time, you are not being punished, just doing ordinary practice. Chen Xun was full of nonsense, "Aren't you Taoists also saying that you Taoists also help others to cultivate merits? Now that you take me to experience it, it is also a practice, and you have gained both yourself and help me, so why not do it?"

"I'm afraid of staining your clothes. Kongshan had never played with his peers in the past, but now when he saw Chen Xunlai doing things with him, he thought that this was a friend playing with the book written in the book, and immediately hesitated a little, "And this flower and tree are heavy, you can't move it a little." ”

"Don't underestimate me, but I started to practice martial arts when I urinated, and this little weight is not a problem. Chen Xun naturally didn't want to be underestimated, the young man's competitiveness became difficult to stop together, coupled with his conscious practice of martial arts under the guidance of Pingling Yu, his martial arts have grown a lot, but now he can't show his cowardice in front of this little Taoist priest no matter what.

"Okay, you can take your time one pot at a time, don't be in a hurry. Kongshan was still a little relieved, but seeing Chen Xun's sworn appearance, he didn't say more, and immediately leaned over and lifted the two pots of begonias together, the flowers were half as high as him, but he easily got started, and Chen Xun was slightly shocked when he saw it, he originally wanted to learn from the other party, but after looking at Bai Lu, who was sitting quietly on the side and reading the "Nanhua Sutra", he still carefully picked up a pot and walked forward.

Such a back and forth felt that it was not bad, so he learned from the empty mountain and hugged two pots for a while, but unexpectedly walked from the corridor and tripped and fell to the ground when he stumbled on the foot, and the flower pot broke open and cut his elbow.

"You're so careless. When Sora Shan saw him, he ran over and pulled him up, and arranged for him to sit down under the eaves, and then he turned around and went into the chamber, took out a medicine box, first took a white porcelain pot-bellied flask from Danghong, poured out the liquor and rinsed his wounds, and then applied gold sore medicine, and wrapped it in strips of cloth.

"Why are you so familiar with your wounds, but someone is bullying you?" Chen Xun really regarded this little Taoist priest who acted a little pedantic as a friend at this time, and immediately asked.

"No one bullied me, but I often encountered injured wild animals, so I rinsed and bandaged them. Sorayama looked up and smiled, his smile clear.