The North Mountain is steep and difficult to walk. Even the villagers who are accustomed to walking mountain roads are reluctant to climb as long as there is nothing special to do on weekdays. As a result, the slopes are overgrown with vegetation and there is no decent path to the top. Today, it's a different story. Standing at the foot of the mountain, I stretched my neck and looked up, and there were a few sheep intestine paths that had been trampled out, coiling up like a belt, leading to the high peak. From time to time, the trail is filled with the shouts of worshippers. Like a harrier eagle drilling into the sky, it flicked its wings a few times, dropped a few birdsongs, and quietly disappeared in the lofty mountains and mountains, and disappeared without a trace.

At the foot of the mountain there are some people, all of whom are looking at the mountain and sighing. Most of them are frail or bedridden old people, unable to climb the mountain, unable to worship immortals, and devout in their hearts. You have to pray and pray, let the fairy know her suffering, so that she can stretch out her magical hand and exert her magical power to remove the cancer on her body. I don't know if it was the rumor that said that the old and infirm people don't have to go up the mountain in person. As long as you hold your breath and pray quietly by the shrine at the bottom of the mountain, let those strong children and grandchildren go up the mountain to worship, and you can still get the help of the fairies. As a result, the shrine, which had long been obsolete after being exposed to the wind and rain, was rejuvenated and energetic. The shrine is wrapped in a new red cotton cloth, and although the handwriting on the shrine is blurred, the old incense burner is full of incense. Traces of smoke swirled into the air, torn in the breeze, and dissipated into the void above the shrine. Around the shrine, respectfully kneeling were people with gray hair and weak breath. They muttered and kowtowed to the shrine. Everything seemed so natural, so sincere, so touching. There was a burning expectation in his anxious eyes, and he set it all up on the small wooden tablet in the shrine.

The summit of the North Mountain is 639 meters above sea level. This is the accurate data that Zhong Er found in the county government history office when he was sorting out this history of the mountain village. Moreover, in order to experience first-hand how people felt when they climbed the mountain at that time, he once again followed the vaguely recognizable mountain path that he stepped on back then, and went straight to the peak. By that time, he was so tired that he collapsed on the ground and couldn't get up. sighed that he had always been pampered, and completely spoiled his originally strong body.

But people didn't feel tired. With hope and fervor, they climbed trees and pulled branches, rose up, sweated like rain, and panted to climb to the steep peaks. Towards the top of the mountain, the trees began to thinn. Only the dense red grass swayed and danced in the "whirring" mountain wind, as if welcoming rare guests from afar.

On the top of the hill there was a large piece of flat, fertile land, and the grass was also half a man's depth. There is a mountain spring in the middle of the plot with crystal clear water and a few skinny frogs roaming in the water. Not far from the mountain spring, there stood a stump of a black tree more than two people high, and the head of the tree was wrapped in a red cloth the size of a sheet. Beside the tree, there was indeed a new clump of branches, pulled out from under the stump, and grew vigorously.

The dojo of the immortals is located here.

Those who come to worship and pray should first bow down in front of the stump. Take out the bowl, chopsticks, red cloth and other objects from the basket, wipe the inside of the bowl clean, and then smoothly place it on the mountain ground full of earth, sand and grass clippings. To put the red chopsticks on the edge of the bowl, cover the bowl tightly with the brand-new red cotton cloth. After being settled, the visitor can kneel on the ground, concentrate on the recitation, and seriously recite his own requirements and wishes. After chattering for a while, he lifted the corner of the red cloth slightly, and carefully checked whether there was anything at the bottom of the bowl. If there is, whether it is soil and sand, or grass clippings and sticks, they will exclaim, "The immortals have given me a miracle medicine." When he got the miracle medicine, he immediately wrapped the bowl tightly with a red cotton cloth and slammed his head against the stump for a while. Thanking the gods for their apparitions and making vows, such as building temple statues and offering incense. After praying, he went to the mountain spring called the sacred spring, scooped up half a bowl of spring water with the bowl containing the divine medicine, and drank it with his head raised along with the divine medicine he prayed for. After that, you can go down the mountain happily and contentedly. As a result, there was a large number of people kneeling around the stump, shaking their shoulders and heads everywhere. The mountain spring is also full of people scooping up the divine water and drinking.