Fa Yuan slowly walked out of the small courtyard and went up the stream along the stream. Wondering how there could be a water source here, and such a small stream appeared.

The forest was small and soon came to an end, with a slashing rock in front of it. Water flows from under the stones. It turned out that the source of this water was a spring that emerged from the earth's surface.

The water gushes out of a fist-sized hole under the cliff, and the water is so clear that it tastes slightly sweet when you drink it.

Fa Yuan drank a few sips in a row, and then took the water and poured it on the bald head, a cool breath seeped from the top of the head to the soles of the feet, and the fatigue of the day was swept away. After pouring a few more handfuls, the whole body feels refreshed and away from the summer heat.

Water flowed down his head and wet his clothes, and the yellow coarse cloth monk's robe was wet and sticking to his body a little uncomfortable. There was a shortage of water in the Gobi, and he had not bathed and changed his clothes for ten days.

The true qi of the Dharma Rim is running, and the temperature of the skin increases. The clothes were windless and automatic, the hunt sounded, and the water was quickly dried. The sweat stains on the monk's robe are white and white, like clouds.

Although the water of this spring is not large, it is valuable because of the long flow of fine water. Maybe somewhere downstream, a pool of pools, can take a bath and change clothes.

Fa Yuan returned to the woods to find a place to bathe and change clothes, and there was no place for water to accumulate along the way. At its maximum, the surface of the water is less than a meter wide and a foot deep.

On the ditch next to the small courtyard, there is an artificial low weir. The water here is half a meter deep and two meters wide. This is obviously a place to wash vegetables and fetch water, not a place to bathe.

Further down the woods, the direction of the water is the waterhole. It turned out that the waterhole was formed by this spring. A thin stream of spring water can form a pool of hundreds of square meters. The ancients said that collecting sand into a tower, dripping water into a river, honestly do not deceive me.

Fa Yuan walked a few steps forward, and suddenly remembered the woman by the waterhole, and stopped for a moment. The old woman said that there was no one else living within a radius of several tens of miles. And who will be the woman by the pool?

Maybe it's a passing businessman, maybe it's a wandering master. Of course, maybe it's the mountain spirits who take human shape.

Fa Yuan thought for a while, and laughed self-deprecatingly: "I've lived for more than twenty years, and I've never heard of spirits. The master lived for more than ninety years, and he had never seen elves and ghosts. A woman bathing by the pool, can she be so curious?"

He turned and walked into the distance, picking up a dead branch from the ground, or jumping up to the canopy and breaking off a branch. An hour passed, and he found a large pile of firewood, tied it with a long vine, and carried it on his shoulders and walked to the small courtyard.

The forest path was narrow, and it was difficult for him to carry a large bundle of firewood forward, and it was difficult to get the firewood to the gate of the small courtyard. Even if it was an innate extreme cultivation, the Fa Yuan also sweated profusely.

The bundle of firewood was too big to enter, so Fa Yuan put the firewood outside the courtyard wall. A spicy smell came to his nose, choking Fa Yuan to sneeze.

When the old woman heard the sound, she saw that Fa Yuan had made this hill-like pile of firewood, and exclaimed, "Little monk, the trees here are difficult to plant, and it took six or seven years to form this forest. How many trees would have to be destroyed with such a large pile of firewood? ”

Fa Yuan smiled: "Don't worry, auntie, I am a dead branch broken on a distant tree." One branch is shaved on each tree, and the more trees are shaved, the more firewood there will be. ”

"The little monk has a heart, thank you very much. The old woman said, "I heard that your accent is southern, and I cooked rice for you." Northerners like chili peppers, and vegetables are mostly spicy ingredients, so you will have a meal for the time being. ”

A tall and thin man with a scarf on his head in the courtyard gate was bringing a few small dishes to the table. The old woman brought a large bowl of rice and beckoned Fa Yuan to sit down.

The man glanced at Fa Yuan, paused slightly, and then sat down at the dining table with a frown. He has small eyes and narrow eyebrows, a sallow face, and an ugly appearance.

This man was the mute son of the old woman, and Fa Yuan approached the mute man and said a Buddha name. The mute man nodded and motioned for Fa Yuan to sit down and eat.

Fa Yuan took the rice bowl, saw that the mother and son each had a bowl of gruel, and filled themselves with a big bowl of white rice. He was moved in his heart, bowed down and said, "Thank you, auntie! ”

There are four dishes on the table, all of which are stir-fried, and the red fingers in the green vegetables are big, and they are the famous Chaotian peppers.

Fa Yuan was born in the south and rarely eats spicy food, and after eating most of the bowl of rice, he finally couldn't resist the temptation of red pepper and picked one and put it in his mouth.

When you bite into it, your tongue is hot, like a fire beating in your mouth, and the spicy heart is like a needle prick. He wanted to vomit it, but he glanced at the old woman, mother and son, and was really embarrassed to vomit out.

Pick up a ball of rice mixed into your mouth, a burst of sweet fragrance from the tip of your tongue into your mind, the so-called bitterness is nothing more than this, ice and fire.

Northerners eat spicy peppers more and more, Fa Yuan has occasionally eaten chili peppers before, all of which are just a taste, and it is the first time like today.

The spicy taste is a kind of irritation to the human body, and it will be noticed after the initial discomfort. Spicy is actually a kind of comfort and temptation.

Fa Yuan ate a few more chili peppers, and the more he ate them, the more enjoyable he became, and he gradually reached the state of being unstoppable, and he even began to specialize in the chili peppers on the plate. Before I knew it, I was already sweating and drenching in joy.

Dense beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, his face was red, his breath was thicker, or he opened his mouth to inhale cold air, and he loved and hated chili peppers. The dumb man looked at him in surprise, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching a few times.

After eating a large bowl of rice, the side dishes on the table were basically swept away. The old woman and the mute man eat very little, and the mute man eats very elegantly, which is very different from that of the village farmer.

After cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, the mute came to the utility room with the law fate. The things in the utility room are not disorganized, open the door, and there is a wooden bed, a bamboo chair, and a square table in the room, which is simple and tidy.

There are several large boxes next to the wall at the head of the bed, and these boxes may be the so-called sundries.

The bedding is complete, and there is no need for bedding in July, and a thin summer quilt is folded at the head of the bed. Sweeping the room at a glance, Fa Yuan couldn't help but speak highly of the mother and son. Maybe the family of a certain official escaped from the world, come here to experience the pastoral life.

It was already night, and the cool breeze dispelled the summer heat. Fa Yuan's body has not been washed for many days, and it is quite uncomfortable.

The only place around here is the pool where you can bathe. By this time it was already dark, and the people who wanted to come to the waterhole should have left. Fa Yuan pondered for a while, and then ran out of the courtyard door in the direction of the waterhole.

His true qi is circulating, and all the qi is dispersed, and the innate realm qi has a powerful deterrent power against small animals. Everywhere he passed, insects and cicadas were mute, and snakes and rats were scurrying around.

Fa Yuan cautiously approached the waterhole, which was overgrown with weeds on three sides, and a bluestone shore on one side. At a glance, you can see the clear water pool and its surroundings, and no one else is there.

The cultivation of the innate realm can see things at night, and the law is not at ease and circles around the waterhole. When he was sure that there was no one, he quickly removed his clothes and jumped into the pool with only his shorts. The water in the pool is slightly cool, which is pleasant and refreshing!

The water is crystal clear, and you can see the bottom of the pond at a glance. The bottom of the pond is made of pebbles and smooth rocks, unlike rivers that are mostly pebbles washed by flowing water.

After washing the dirt on the body, the Dharma Yuan washed the clothes and pants and wore them on the body to silently exercise internal strength.

The clothes automatically swelled up without wind, and the whole body was covered with white smoke. After more than twenty breaths, the clothes and pants had been dried.

Fa Yuan is overjoyed, it seems that the internal strength has improved again, and it takes a few fewer breaths than last month's luck to dry the whole body's clothes and pants.