Master Fang Yi's cemetery is nearly 100 meters up the Taoist temple, which is also the steepest slope section in Fang Mountain, and the altitude is relatively high.

Ascending the gentle part of the hillside, you can see Qingliang Mountain in the distance, like a squatting tiger, and Zhongshan Mountain in the east is like a sleeping dragon, plus the famous water flow at the foot of Fang Mountain, if you are seen by a feng shui master, you can recognize this as a good feng shui treasure at a glance.

This feng shui cave was not found by Fang Yi, but a place where the old Taoist priest had been able to do well early, and even buried his own pit, it was dug by the old Taoist priest himself, and he really responded to the old saying of digging a pit to bury himself, Fang Yi just carried the master who feathered the immortal went to the tomb.

"Master, I'm going down the mountain......"

Standing in front of the small hill covered with wild chrysanthemums that were slightly raised, Fang Yi's expression looked a little solemn, following the old Taoist priest for more than ten years, he had long regarded it as his closest person, although Taoism cultivated the mind, but facing the master who was sleeping in the ground, Fang Yi still felt a burst of sadness.

"Old Taoist, fat man, I've come to see you too......" Seeing Fang Yi's sad look, the fat man walked over, sat cross-legged on the ground, and said, "I said old Taoist, how about the fat man discuss things with you?"

"Fat man, what do you want to discuss with Master?" Fang Yi's attention was attracted by the fat man, Master didn't see the fat man discuss anything when he was alive, he had been dead for a few years, even if there was something, Master wouldn't be able to agree.

"Hehe, Fang Yi, I think this place has good feng shui, I want to discuss with Lao Dao, can my father be buried next to your master after a hundred years?"

Although the fat man's words were said with a smile, the expression on his face was very serious, as the saying goes, he has never eaten pork and seen a pig run, and he has followed the old Taoist priest since he was a child, and the fat man also knows a little about the ability of feng shui, and he can naturally see that this is an excellent location of feng shui.

"I think you'd better discuss this matter with Uncle Wei first......

After hearing the fat man's words, Fang Yi couldn't help laughing and said, "Uncle Wei is only in his forties this year, you kid is thinking about finding a tomb for him, if you have the ability, you go home and mention it to Uncle Wei, see what he says?"

Fang Yi knew that the fat man's father was the village party secretary, although the official was not big, but he was an old party member, and he had always hated any feudal superstitions.

"What do you have to say to him?"

Sure enough, after hearing Fang Yi mention his father, the fat man's face suddenly became ugly, and he muttered angrily, he knew very well that if he dared to mention any topics such as feng shui treasures with his father, his father would definitely take out the thickest rolling pin in the house and repair himself.

"Okay, fat man, I'll worship the master, let's go down the mountain......"

Being made such a fuss by the fat man, the sentimentality in Fang Yi's heart weakened a lot, and he immediately took out the gourd with a color like purple gold from under the robe on his waist, and after pulling out the plug, he spilled the wine in the gourd in front of the master's grave.

"Master, this is the last bit of monkey wine, in the future, when the disciple is rich, go buy Moutai for your old man to drink......" Fang Yi muttered in his mouth, and spilled the wine, but the corners of the fat man's mouth twitched in a hurry, in his opinion, such a good wine spilled to the old Taoist priest was simply a waste.

"Master, you must bless your disciple with good luck and good fortune......

Fang Yi didn't care about the fat man, he had lived on the mountain for more than ten years, and once he was about to go down the mountain, to be honest, in addition to being excited, he was also a little nervous, so he could only pray in front of the master's grave, hoping that the master's spirit in the sky would make his way down the mountain smooth.

"Okay, Fang Yi, let's go......" The fat man waited for a while and became a little impatient, pulled Fang Yi, and said: "The third cannon is still waiting for us at home, if you rub it off, I'm afraid you won't even be able to catch up with dinner......"

"Okay, Master, I'm leaving......"

Fang Yi nodded, knelt down on his knees and kowtowed three heads seriously, then stood up, put the small wooden box on his shoulder, and glanced at the place where the master was resting with some nostalgia, he knew that when he left, he would usher in a completely different life from before.

After bidding farewell to the master, Fang Yi's mood quickly improved, Fang Yi's mood in early spring was very beautiful, and the kind of scenery that made people feel refreshed and happy, it was easy for people to forget their sadness.

"Hey, Fang Yi, hurry up......" Seeing Fang Yi suddenly lie under a tree again, the fat man couldn't help but cover his forehead with his hand, they had been walking for two or three hours all the way, and they didn't even see the foot of the mountain, all because of Fang Yi's actions from time to time.

"Fatty, this is the best mushroom, let's bring more back......" Fang Yi turned his head and smiled, but the movements of his hands did not stop, and he carefully picked more than a dozen brightly colored mushrooms from the roots of the tree.

"The color is so bright, don't be a poisonous ......"

The fat man stretched out his head to take a look, and muttered in his mouth, although he is also a child who grew up in the mountains, but he has been taught by his elders since he was a child, the more colorful the mushrooms in the mountains, the more toxic they are, so the fat man has always avoided such mushrooms before.

"It's okay, this mushroom is only available in early spring, and it tastes delicious......

Fang Yi smiled when he heard this, compared to the fat man, he was a child of the mountain, Fang Yi was extremely familiar with every grass and tree in the mountain, and naturally knew which mushrooms were poisonous and which were edible.

"Yes, I won't have a chance to pick them in the future......" The fat man shook his head helplessly, and let Fang Yi pick up the mushrooms, and when the two of them went down to the foot of the mountain, a bamboo basket on Fang Yi's back was already full of all kinds of mushrooms.

"Huazi, where did this come from?

When they arrived at the foot of the mountain, they met more people, and some of the people who were busy working in the fields looked at Fang Yi with puzzled expressions, obviously very curious about this young man with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes and wearing Taoist robes.

"Uncle Niu, this is my friend, the apprentice of the old fairy on the mountain......"

The fat man smiled and greeted the people in the village, when he talked about the old immortals, those people showed a relieved look on their faces, when the old Taoist priest was alive, he would go to the village almost every week, and many people who were sick were cured by the old Taoist priest.

"The apprentice of the old fairy is here, Huazi, I still have a wild boar's hind leg at home, go, go home with me, take it over and give it to the little fairy to taste......" The people in the mountains are still very simple, hearing that Fang Yi is the apprentice of the old Taoist, Niu Bo, who was busy working in the rice field, simply climbed up, pulled Fang Yi and asked him to follow him home.

"Uncle Niu, no need, I said I would go to Sanpao's house, he would have cooked and waited for a long time......"

The fat man knew that Uncle Niu's youngest son was frightened and had a high fever for three days in a row, and finally the old Taoist priest came down from the mountain to cure him, and every time the old Taoist priest went down the mountain, Uncle Niu would always take out the best things in the house.

"That's okay, but I must come to Uncle Niu's house for dinner at noon tomorrow......"

Uncle Niu let go of his hand, but his eyes still looked at Fang Yi, and said: "The old fairy is a good person, but he left too early, little immortal, if you have the chance, you must take me to his old man's grave to burn a piece of paper......"

"Uncle Niu, I remembered ......" Fang Yi nodded when he heard this, although he knew that Master often practiced medicine around Fang Mountain, but he didn't expect that the popularity was so good, he had passed away for several years, and the people under the mountain were still remembering Master's benefits.

"Let's go, let's go to my house first......" Looking at Fang Yi's dress, the fat man frowned, and said: "Go to my house to change your clothes first, otherwise you will go to the city with this body, I'm afraid you will show people dioramas everywhere......"

Although Taoism has a long history in China, for city people, their image is more often seen in TV publications, and if Fang Yi really entered the city like this, it will definitely attract onlookers.

"Yes...... But I'm originally a Taoist priest, what do I wear if I don't wear a Taoist robe?"

Hearing the fat man's words, Fang Yi couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, the clothes he had worn since he could remember, even the leggings had been tied for more than ten years, and Fang Yi was really at a loss to let him take off this robe.

"Who said you were a Taoist?"

The fat man said angrily: "Is it a little Taoist priest who grew up with the old Taoist?" Fang Yi, since you have already gone down the mountain, you must keep pace with the times, even if you are a Taoist, you can still be vulgar, don't say so much, come home with me and change your clothes first......"

The closer he was to the village, the more acquaintances he met, the fat man was already a little impatient, and Fang Yi was his best friend, and the fat man didn't want to see the people in the village looking at Fang Yi with those novel eyes.

"Dad, I'm back......" The fat man's family lived at the head of the village, and after entering the fenced yard, the fat man kicked the barking dog, and when he saw his father Wei Dahu coming out of the house, he couldn't help but shrink his neck.

"Where did you go again?" The fat man's father didn't finish speaking, but his eyes saw Fang Yi, and he couldn't help but pause, and said hesitantly: "Huazi, this is ...... This is Xiao Fang Yi on the mountain, right?"

"Uncle Wei, it's my ......" Fang Yi took a step forward, took down the basket, and said, "Uncle Wei, I just came down from the mountain, I didn't have anything to bring, I picked some mushrooms for you, and they were all fresh......

Although he grew up in the mountains, Fang Yi also understood the truth that many people were not strange, he originally wanted to bring these mushrooms to Sancang, but now that he came to the fat man's house first, he naturally gave them out as a gift.

"You kid, you're here, what else are you bringing?"

Wei Dahu walked up to Fang Yi, looked him up and down carefully, nodded, and said, "Well, your baby looks better than Huazi and knows how to be polite, but it's a pity that I was delayed by your master......"

Speaking of Fang Yi and the Wei family, he has some origins, because he has been short of milk since he was a child, and he first drank the milk of the fat mother, so he was familiar with Wei Dahu's family when he was young, when Fang Yi was six or seven years old, Wei Dahu once went up the mountain to find an old Taoist priest and wanted to send Fang Yi to school.

However, the old Taoist did not let Fang Yi go down the mountain, but gave a fucked reason that made Cao Wei Dahu angry, saying that Fang Yi would have a bloody disaster when he went down the mountain, so angry that Wei Dahu almost didn't ask someone to demolish the old Taoist priest's Taoist temple.

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