"You're from out of town, aren't you?" The little girl looked at the master and apprentice, and their accent did not sound like that of a local. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

At that time, it had been several years since the reform and opening up, and doing business was no longer described as speculation. There are often outsiders who come to the village to do business, such as Hunan iron pots, Tibetan medicinal herbs...... There are even some beggars who say that their homes have been flooded or fired, and beg people to be kind enough to send something away. But most of these people are liars. At that time, people's food and clothing had been basically solved, and those who begged were generally given a bowl of grain, or white rice, or wheat, or corn. In general, a bowl of food does not lose much to themselves, and it also reflects a kindness, so most people will give a little charity to these so-called flower children.

The little girl had seen the awkwardly talkers, and thought that these two dusty outsiders had also come to the village to do business, or to beg. But looking at the dress of the two people, it is more like they came to beg.

"Hehe, little girl, we are Taoist priests from Youfang." Mao Yunzi said to the little girl, "Daoist, do you know? ”

"What is a Taoist priest? Is it Hanako who came to ask for something? The little girl tilted her head and looked innocently at the two of them.

"A Taoist priest is not a thing, nor is it called a flower child." Hao Yunzi really didn't know how to explain this naïve little girl, and before she finished speaking, Hu Chenzi had already burst out laughing. How can anyone scold himself for not being a thing.

"What the hell, what are you laughing at?" Mao Yunzi suddenly realized that he had said the wrong thing, and in embarrassment, he had to raise his leg and kick Hu Chenzi.

"Taoist priests, that is, immortals, are people with great skills, who can collect demons and catch ghosts, and can soar through the clouds." Mao Yunzi began to make up nonsense to deceive the cute girl in front of her.

Huchenzi pulled the corner of Yunzi's clothes, this guy can't close the door as soon as he blows it, and he still drives the clouds and fog, and also collects demons and ghosts, if the little girl wants you to take a cloud and drive the fog, see what you do. Stretching out your legs and jumping into the sky?

"I see, you're those Duangongs who can draw ghost talismans." The little girl said.

"No, how can those Duangongs compare to us, we are so much smarter than them. I see that this little girl of yours is quite immortal, her bones are strange, the heavenly court is full, and her eyes are full of spiritual ......" Mao Yunzi was a little resentful of the little girl equating herself with those Duan Gong who did not enter the stream.

Mao Yunzi is still blowing uncontrollably, and the dust is already so thirsty that his throat is smoking, isn't it just begging for two tomatoes to eat, as for this?

"Little sister, I'm a little thirsty, can I give two tomatoes to eat? I can help you water the vegetables, not for nothing. "I don't want to be so grinding, and I don't want to beg for food like Hanako. For some reason, he felt that he was going to show a manly spirit in front of this little girl.

"Eat, choose the reddest one for yourselves." The little girl thought the old Taoist priest was talking funny. The people in the mountains are simple and kind, and they are willing to give convenience.

"Hey, thank you." Hu Chenzi had already set his eyes on one of the reddest and largest tomatoes, and reached out to pick them. I picked it up and wanted to put it in my mouth, but I felt a little indecent, so I rubbed it on my clothes. It's a pity that the clothes are full of dust, but the more rubbed they are, the dirtier they get.

The little girl laughed: "Wash it in a bucket, see how dirty you get the more you wipe." ”

Huchenzi blushed, reached out and put the tomatoes in the bucket, the cool water made people feel comfortable, and the heat on his body dissipated.

He didn't gobble up and munch, and he felt that he had to maintain a Sven demeanor in front of this little girl.

Mao Yunzi also picked a tomato and washed it in a bucket.

The sweet and sour juice is a great treat on a hot day.

The little girl kept looking at the master and apprentice with a smile, and the dust kept blushing, feeling that her heart was swinging, as if she had floated to the clouds on the top of the bunker mountain.

"Do you want to eat it again, will you pick another one?"

"Enough, don't eat it." Huchenzi waved his hand, then lifted the bucket in front of the little girl to help her water the vegetables.

Mao Yunzi smiled obscenely, looking at the dust who bent over to water, did this ghost thing move his heart. But this little girl with a bright water is really as exciting as mountain spring water. Huchenzi is already fifteen years old, and it is time for the spring heart to sprout.

"My name is Huchenzi, thank you, little sister." After helping the little girl finish watering the vegetables, he waved his hand a little reluctantly.

"My name is Wang Yazhi, you go slowly."

Hu Chenzi walked a long way, and when he looked back, in the green vegetable field, Wang Yazhi's blue floral skirt was fluttering in the wind and drifting into his heart.

"What the hell, what are you looking at? Look at the road under your feet and be careful of falling. Mao Yunzi knocked on the forehead again.

Huchenzi touched his head, blushed, and smiled shyly.

Standing on the top of Bunker Mountain, Mao Yunzi was even more convinced of the strangeness of this mountain. A peak protrudes, a glance at the mountains, standing on the top of the mountain, the thousands of weather in the land of the river rush to the bottom of the eye. A group of hills are like a microwave rippling sea, this bunker mountain is just like a towering mast, floating on the water waves, very the king of the mountains to come. Those bamboo tree cottages, Qianmo trails, and the sparkling Qingshui River, all of them are just the embellishments of this bunker mountain.

"Good feng shui, good feng shui." Mao Yunzi stroked a few sparse rat whiskers on his chin and nodded incessantly.

Xun Chenzi no longer cares about his master, and he wants to find a place to sleep in the main hall of the Dragon King, which is a little dilapidated but still imposing.

Eat and drink enough, sleep beautifully, this is the joy of life, what is a treasure in the world, what is the cultivation of immortals and Taoism is bullshit.

"Lord Dragon, I'm sorry to disturb your old man." Hu Chenzi bowed to the broken statue of the Dragon Lord in the main hall, fell under the desk, and took a nap beautifully.

Mao Yunzi walked around, looking at the topography of the top of the bunker mountain.

The shallow hills on both sides of the northwest are like a circle chair, blocking the cold air from the north. The southeast side is unobstructed and sunny, so the hilltop platform is full of wild grasses and fragrant wildflowers, and there are some rare precious herbs in between.

The water quality of the gourd swinging pond is clear, reflecting the clouds and shadows of the sky, the colorful carp playing leisurely between the blue waves, and the sound of the tassel waterfall is crisp, this is a small Yao pond in the world!

Such a place is the easiest place to grow those supernatural things, they are in this strange place to collect the aura of heaven and earth, cultivate the body and mind, and it is the easiest to become a climate. Mao Yunzi was even more convinced that the spiritual light that flashed in the clouds and mist he saw must have been something that had become a climate for more than a thousand years.

When he woke up, it was already the west. I slept so beautifully this night, and in my dream I dreamed that I was flying a kite with the little girl named Wang Yazhi on the platform at the top of this mountain. Wang Yazhi ran and danced like a flower butterfly and laughed, the laughter was as crisp as a tassel waterfall.

When he woke up, he shyly found that he actually had some strange physiological reactions, and he felt excited and hot in his adolescence. Running outside the Dragon King Temple, Hu Chenzi brushed off his legs, pulled off his pants, and booed happily.

A smell of fragrance came to my nose. Mao Yunzi is making a fire and grilling fish under the eaves of the Dragon King Temple.

The water temperature of the gourd pond is constant all year round, although the carp in the lake was released by people in the early years, after so many years of growth, those carp are also contaminated with the aura of the pond, the fish meat is firm, and the taste is delicious.

"Master, you are so good, you know that I am hungry." Unceremoniously grabbed a grilled fish and ate it.

For this apprentice who has no higher pursuits except eating, drinking, and sleeping, Mao Yunzi can only shake his head and sigh.

"Master, this fish is so delicious!" The dust was chewing and chewing, and his mouth couldn't stop admiring.

"It's delicious. In the future, when you have to eat, Master decided that we will live in the Dragon King Temple on the top of this mountain from now on. ”

"Really, Master, you don't travel far and wide anymore." Huchenzi jumped up, he didn't want to follow the master to sleep and walk around, and the most important thing was that he could often see the little girl named Wang Yazhi when he stayed here.

"This is a supernatural treasure land, and Master has decided to practice here, to reshape the golden body of the Dragon King, and then continue the incense of the Dragon King Temple."

At night, the master and apprentice made a clearing in the main hall, spread some dry weeds, and went to sleep. Wandering Taoists, having a flat ground to sleep on, and a room to block the wind, is already the greatest happiness.

Huanchenzi has already fallen asleep soundly, this child does not have as many worries as his master, and he naturally eats and sleeps well when he has nothing to do in his heart.

In the middle of the night, Mao Yunzi quietly got up, came to the eaves of the Dragon King Temple, and sat cross-legged.

It was night, the moon was sparse, and the mountain top was breezy, and there were no mosquito bites that are common in summer.

Mao Yunzi pinched his fingers and counted, it was almost the mid-year festival on July 15. The Midyear Festival is the time when those spiritual objects are most active, and then they can set up a formation to catch these thousand-year-old spiritual objects.

Mao Yunzi was thinking about it, and suddenly there was a flash of inspiration in front of him, and there was a faint brilliance jumping on the edge of the gourd swinging pool.