Fang Zheng looked at Qingjing Sanren and found that she was not only curious, but also a little happy, which was the happiness of meeting her peers. Thinking about the barren environment around him, and then thinking about himself back then, Fang Zheng suddenly empathized with the hearts and emotions of pure and scattered people, which was the happiness of living people who lived in the mountains for a long time! As Lotte Zhenren said, people, after all, are social animals. Self-cultivation after birth, self-cultivation in the world, and cultivation of the mind in the world, only when you have both can you preach the Tao. At this point, Lotte Zhenren is going farther than Fangzheng, and the pure and scattered people in front of him seem to be inferior to Lotte Zhenren.

Thinking of this, he replied: "The poor monk does know some about carving. ”

"The mage is humble, and the polishing technique of the poor path is definitely not visible to ordinary people. The mage not only saw the clues, but also saw what was inside, which was really not simple. Poor Dao has not been here for many years, since the master is here, why not go to the front and sit down? Poor Dao also wants to know about the outside world, how has it become after so many years. Qingjing Sanren smiled.

Fang Zheng was stunned for a moment and asked, "Real person, listen to what you mean, could it be that you have been living in seclusion for many years?"

If she has lived in seclusion for many years, wouldn't it mean that she buried herself in the deep mountains and old forests at a young age? That is the same age as a woman's flower, and she is experiencing the best time in the world, whether it is life or love, it is the most satisfying time, and at this time she gives up everything and goes into the mountains? This pure and scattered person is probably also a person with a story.

Qingjing Sanren smiled and said, "I've been in seclusion for ten years, Master Fangzheng, please come here." ”

While walking, the pure and scattered people said: "This Xiaojun Mountain is located in the middle of nowhere, and there are no special products and minerals on the mountain, except for the bamboo on the mountain, it is a shrub, the economic value is very low, there are not many old trees, but the scenery is OK...... But it's far worse than the famous mountains and rivers outside. Therefore, there are not necessarily people who go up the mountain here in a year, and such a place may also make the mage laugh. ”

Speaking of this, Qingjing Sanren smiled bitterly, in her opinion, this kind of broken place, Fang Zheng probably has never been here in his life. At the same time, I was a little curious, why did this monk go up the mountain.

However, as soon as the pure and scattered people said this, Fang Zheng shook his head and said: "The real person doesn't know that the temple where the poor monk is located is the place where birds don't and chickens don't lay eggs." Real people are green mountains and green waters, where the poor monks are, the mountains are covered by heavy snow in winter, and no one goes up the mountain at all. In the summer, the sun is shining brightly, and there is no one. In the spring, the villagers were busy farming, but there was still no one. Only when it is time for the autumn harvest will people go up the mountain to see, and they will just climb up to feel the autumn mood. ”

Speaking of which, Fang Zheng was quite a bit of a bitter water, so he said it very sincerely.

When the Qingjing Sanren heard this, there were still people who chose this kind of bitter cold place to practice like her, and the other party was suddenly in awe, and said: "When the poor road entered the mountain, my friends said that it was a burial golden age, and people in the same way said that the poor road was a person of great perseverance. Now look at the teacher again...... It's better to be poor!"

When Fang Zheng heard this, he immediately felt bitter in his stomach! The Pure Sanren had gone into the mountains to practice by himself, but was he? When he was a child, he was adopted by a monk, and it can be said that as soon as he landed, he was assigned a job by God......

Thinking of this, Fang Zheng smiled bitterly in addition to a bitter smile...... But I can't laugh out of this smile yet. After all, this is also where he makes people look high, although this force is passive, but it is also pretended, and it can't be wasted halfway.

So Fang Zheng didn't even dare to be.

While talking, the two had already bypassed a small bamboo forest, and Fang Zheng finally saw a big banyan tree, which was incomparably huge, with a crown covering the sky and the sun, like the umbrella of the four heavenly kings, protecting the below.

Behind the banyan tree is a two-story Taoist temple! The Taoist temple is similar to the Yizhi Temple, both of which are surrounded by walls, but the Yizhi Temple is a systematic wall, which is tall. The wall here is different, it is a plant full of spikes, this plant grows more than one person tall, and the roots are intertwined, and it naturally becomes a unique natural wall without human care. Although it is a little less tall, it perfectly presents the natural charm.

Seeing Fang Zheng curiously looking at those spiky plants, Qingjing Sanren smiled and said: "That's a local plant, called wolfberry, alias: iron fence village, stinky orange, wolfberry plum, citrus aurantium, citrus aurantium, orange red, stinky berry." In our case, it is generally used as a hedge. Its fruit can be used medicinally, it can break the qi and dissipate the accumulation, and cure the prolapse of the anus, etc., the seeds can be pressed for oil, and the leaves, flowers and peels are said to be able to extract essences. However, this poor road can't be made, and it can't be used, so it is just used to extract oil from its fruit, and it is usually used as a fence. ”

Fang Zheng was amazed: "It's the first time that the poor monk has grown so big and seen such a magical plant, and it is really big in the world." ”

Qingjing Sanren smiled and didn't say anything.

In the courtyard, there is a table of eight immortals under the banyan tree, the table of eight immortals is made of stone, the potholes on it are uneven, and the water droplets that fall from the banyan tree from time to time hit the table of the eight immortals and splash bit by bit, as if telling the origin of these potholes.

There are also several large rocks on the side, and a wooden board is erected on the stone, which is considered a chair.

But what really made Fang Zheng curious was that the Eight Immortals Table was close to the banyan tree, and the rhizomes that fell from the banyan tree were twisted, and these twisted rhizomes were combined to make it a chair!

Fang Zheng's eyes brightened even more, and he came to the chair composed of nature, and asked like a curious baby: "Real person, is this a natural growth?"

As a result, the Qingjing Sanren shook his head and said, "No, it took many years to get it out of the poor way." ”

Fang Zheng became even more curious when he heard this.

The clean and loose people were not stingy, guided Fang Zheng to sit down, and then took a set of old tea sets, among all the tea sets, only the purple clay pot looked a little extraordinary, obviously it was water poured in, but there was a tea fragrance when poured out!

Fang Zheng was even more curious.

Seeing this, the Qingjing Sanren shook his head helplessly, knowing that if he wanted to ask questions, he had to satisfy this curious baby first. So she asked Fang Zheng to taste the tea first, and she explained: "The reason why the banyan tree can live so long is that it is maintained by the rhizomes that continue to hang down and absorb more nutrients from the earth. In order to penetrate the soil, these roots have a strong ability to survive, and can go around the stone, avoid the barrier, and complete the burial. On the way it passes, obstacles are set up, and some ropes guide it to bend and grow, as if weaving, weaving these roots together, and finally forming this chair. This chair has been used for eight years. ”