The early summer morning light makes people feel refreshed. Zhou Ziyuan has not been learning to drive for a long time, but he looks skillful. As soon as Yuan Jinpeng sat in the passenger seat, he urged Yuan Jinpeng to fasten his seat belt, then stepped on the clutch, gear, and accelerator, and the car ran at an accelerated speed. Judging from the economic treatment, including eating and using a car, Zhou Ziyuan lives a more nourishing life than Yuan Jinpeng. This time he went to Fengling, and it was inconvenient for Yuan Jinpeng to apply to the Political Research Office for a car, so he had to ask Zhou Ziyuan for help.

When they arrived in Ping'an County, they and Bao Kaixuan joined and went to eat "beef noodles" opposite the bus station. After eating the bubble powder, a group of three people drove straight to Fengling Township. Last year, Bao Kaixuan was transferred to the deputy director of the county civil affairs bureau. It should be said that this is an ideal arrangement. Bao Kaixuan thanked Yuan Jinpeng from the bottom of his heart. In township work, deputy secretaries are a hurdle, and only when they are deputy secretaries can they be transferred to the substantive leadership of county-level units. Otherwise, at present, there are too many monks and too few porridge, and they can only serve as so-called deputy chief staff members or deputy section-level cadres. A few days ago, Bao Kaixuan made a special trip to Fengling Township, pulled Lan Zhonghua and "Bogu" and walked to a few villages to find out, and saw which village had ancient bamboo carvings. This time, Yuan Jinpeng was indeed a little anxious, he didn't know when Yu Sihai's promotion would be clear. Since you have made up your mind to send bamboo carvings, you must send them before Yu Sihai is promoted anyway. Yu Sihai is promoted today, you will come to the door tomorrow to give gifts, Yuan Jinpeng can't do such a thing.

Going to Fengling is a newly built cement road, Zhou Ziyuan drove Santana to run fast, and it only took 30 minutes to arrive at the door of the "Huohong Restaurant" opened by "Bogu". Lan Zhonghua and "Bogu" heard the sound of the car motor and came out to get into the car together. Lan Zhonghua and "Bogu" hid in Guangdong and Shanghai for several years, but returned in February this year to surrender themselves, and both were sentenced to probation last month. Lan Zhonghua still goes back to work in the finance office, but he can't be the director for the time being. "Bogu" opened a restaurant on Fengling Street, which can be regarded as settling down.

After running three or four kilometers on a country road, I came to a village called "Changhong". Legend has it that during the Jiading period of the Southern Song Dynasty, the real white jade toad became an immortal here. In the thirties of the twentieth century, Lin Yangchun led the Red Army to a great victory here. At the end of the sixties, a memorial hall was built in this village, but the project was not yet completed, and Deputy Commander Lin fell to his death in Öndörkhan, which became a half-pulled project. A few days ago, Bao Kaixuan, Lan Zhonghua and "Bogu" found a bamboo carved pen holder in Changhong Village, which was beautifully carved and asked for 1,600 yuan. When Yuan Jinpeng came today, he naturally looked at this treasure first.

Changhong Village is not big, with more than 100 households, most of which are old houses with gray walls and gray tiles. "Bogu" took the lead, and several people walked quickly through the lanes in the village, and finally walked into an old house in the late Qing Dynasty style in the east of the village. The furnishings in the hall are roughly the same as those of local farmers, nothing more than a few tables, eight immortal tables, stools, reclining chairs, wooden chairs, and bamboo stools, but they are neatly placed and very clean. A gray-haired woman in her fifties was sitting on a bamboo bench peeling peas, when someone came in, put down the peas, and greeted everyone.

"Bo Gu" is not polite, and gets straight to the point: "Let's take a look at your pen holder again." ”

The old woman went into the room and handed the pen holder to "Bogu", and "Bogu" was handed over to Yuan Jinpeng. Obviously, this is a delicate bamboo pen holder with a deep red color, showing the traces of years of soaking. Take a closer look, although the bamboo pen holder is not coarse, but such as round carving, relief, openwork, leaving green, pasting yellow these bamboo carving techniques are fully displayed. Yuan Jinpeng realized several times that the antique market in Qingchuan had been in front of the station, and he had learned a little bit and understood a little. The fly in the ointment is that there is no "inlay" technique for this bamboo carving, which is more perfect if it is inlaid with tortoiseshell, ivory or porcelain tiles. The content of the carving is the scene of the "Sanyou Zhenren" Fu Qiu Bo, Wang Fangping, and the three immortals of the Guo nationality burning incense and alchemy in Fu Qiu Peak, with different expressions and lifelike.

Yuan Jinpeng intended to buy it, but deliberately returned it to the old woman: "This bamboo carving is estimated to be several decades old, and the carving is a little rough, and it is worth seven or eight hundred yuan at most." ”

The old woman took the bamboo pen holder: "This pen pot has been passed down in our family for four generations, not to mention hundreds of years, but at most a hundred years. Last year, someone offered 1,500 yuan, and I didn't sell it. To be honest, I wouldn't sell it without 1,600 dollars. With that, he turned and walked back into the room.

Yuan Jinpeng gave Lan Zhonghua a look, and Lan Zhonghua stepped forward and grabbed the old woman's sleeve: "They are all acquaintances, and they are Secretary Yuan and Secretary Bao, let's talk about the price." ”

The old woman turned around: "I don't know any secretary, I only know that you are Director Lan and Boo." If I want to buy it sincerely, I will let it be a hundred yuan, a thousand and a half, so as to save me from saying that I am dead-headed. ”

Yuan Jinpeng took out his wallet: "Forget it, one thousand five is one thousand five." ”

After buying the pen holder and leaving the village, it was only half past nine. Lan Zhonghua said: "It's so early, it's better to climb Fuqiu Peak and have a meal on it." ”

Yuan Jinpeng said: "I've been to Fuqiu Peak before, but forget it. ”

"Bo Gu" persuaded: "Many people climb Fuqiu Peak, and good things will come." Before I surrendered this time, my mother went to the mountain to pay respects, and they all said that they were very spiritual. ”

Seeing that Yuan Jinpeng was a little hesitant, Bao Kaixuan said: "It's not bad to sweat and eat some vegetarian dishes, it's rare to come in the future." ”

Yuan Jinpeng nodded: "It's really not easy to come in the future, go and worship Uncle Fuqiu." ”

The road to the mountain is steep and narrow, and the two sides of the mountain road are either high mountains or facing the abyss. Bao Kaixuan was worried that Zhou Ziyuan would have difficulty driving, so he asked Lan Zhonghua to drive. Zhou Ziyuan didn't believe it at first, but after driving for a while, he knew that what Bao Kaixuan said was true, stopped the car, and let Lan Zhonghua drive. Lan Zhonghua was born in a special forces, and when the car arrived in his hand, it was like a tamed wild horse, driving smoothly and steadily. After about ten minutes, the car stopped in a slightly flat place. Lan Zhonghua said that the sedan can only go here, and if it is a four-wheel drive off-road vehicle, it can climb a little higher. Yuan Jinpeng said that if you climb a mountain, you have to sweat, otherwise it will be boring.

The mountain road is narrow, allowing only one person to pass through guò, and on both sides is a vast bamboo forest that cannot be seen at a glance. Walking through it, you will feel small, so small that it is dispensable. Although the distance was not far, Yuan Jinpeng still couldn't hold it halfway and stopped to rest. There was a hot sweat on his body, and the breeze blew from the depths of the bamboo forest, which was particularly refreshing. Seeing Yuan Jinpeng sitting down on the side of the road, Zhou Ziyuan and Bao Kaixuan also stopped, squatting or sitting.

Zhou Ziyuan said: "Although the scenery of Fuqiu Peak is good, it is a little thinner. However, the cultural heritage is very deep, which interests the literati and ink artists. And, of course, a large number of pilgrims. ”

Yuan Jinpeng agreed: "When Yan Zhenqing served as the assassin in Qingchuan, he wrote an article for Fuqiu Peak, which added a lot of color to this mountain. The problem is that many ordinary people don't know or care about Yan Zhenqing. However, some folk tales have a large market, and most of the good men and women in Fujian, Hunan, and Hubei who insist on 'Chaohua' have heard the stories and legends. ”

Lan Zhonghua asked: "Last time I heard someone say that the 'falling drum' in our dialect originated from this mountain?" ”

Yuan Jinpeng smiled: "Hehe, this is recorded. Now not only do we Ping'an people say that the humiliation is a drum, but the people of Qingchuan and many places say this, and the story is very exciting. ”

During the Ming Dynasty, there was a jinshi named Zou Yuanbiao in Ji'an Prefecture. He was an honest and honest official, and often searched for celebrities, cracked down on treachery, and inspected folk customs. In the late autumn of one year, he was ordered to return to Jiangnan to visit, and he heard that the three immortals of Fuqiu Peak had everything they wanted, so they had the intention of coming. Like many good men and women, he is pious, eats vegetarian and forbids meat, travels day and night, and longs to climb the Taoist temple and enjoy the fairyland scenery. Who knew that every time he took three steps, he was blown back to the ground by a gust of wind. Until the sun turned west, he had not taken half a step, and his heart was strange and incomprehensible. Ask the pilgrims, what kind of fairy rules have they committed, and they can't go to the Taoist temple? The pilgrim said, "If you wear cowhide boots on your feet, you don't want to climb the mountain." He immediately took off his cowhide boots and climbed the mountain barefoot, feeling as light as a floating cloud, and came to the top of the mountain like a wind. Zou Yuanbiao, who knew that he was at a loss, stood in front of the hall quietly, and was reflecting on the lesson of wearing boots, when he suddenly heard the sound of drums, and was immediately very surprised: You can't wear cowhide boots for mountaineering, how can the Taoist temple beat the cowhide drum? Seeing the cowhide drum erected at the corner of the hall, he bluntly asked the statue of King Qiu Guo Sanxian: "The laws and regulations of the imperial court, from the monarch and the ministers to the common people, should be obeyed, and the courtiers are guilty of the same crime as the common people. But I don't know if the immortal rules are made for believers, or if they include the three immortals. I can't wear cowhide boots, how can the hall beat the leather drum, isn't it to deceive sentient beings and cultivate the immortal path in vain?" As soon as the words fell, the wind rose and the thunderstorm fell, and the leather drum was swept out of the temple by the wind, accompanied by the mountain torrent, rolling from the top to the foot of the mountain, and the cowhide boots were lined up on the side of the road, forming a stone drum and two stone boots. After the rain and the sky was clear, he approached the statue of the three immortals, and wanted to bow and bow, but found that the three immortals were wearing five-color python robes, mixed with cow glue, so he admonished: "Cowhide boots, cowhide drums and cow glue are all from the ploughing cow, the first two can not be used, naturally the three immortals can not be stained with cow glue, it is good to know that mistakes can be corrected, but to correct mistakes to be thorough." Suddenly, dark clouds rolled, lightning thundered, the three immortals sweated all over their bodies, and the python robe naturally fell off piece by piece, sending out the divine sound of "switching to wood lacquer". Zou Yuanbiao knelt down and promised the three immortals, changed it to a clay wood carving and wood lacquered statue, and subsidized 3,000 quintals of rice. The news quickly spread far and wide. Under the sponsorship of good men and women, the three statues of the gods carved in clay and wood sit firmly in the main hall. By the time he raised the rice, it was too late, so he changed the funds to build the road, and the 15-mile-long gravel road up the mountain was built.

Climbing to the top of Fuqiu Peak, they suddenly have the feeling of "seeing all the mountains at a glance", and the mountain breeze is blowing slowly, which is refreshing. Zhou Ziyuan pointed to the incense burner peak and chess peak not far away, and said: "The height of Fuqiu Peak, Xianglu Peak, and Qiqi Peak is less than a thousand meters, but it is known as the 'top three peaks in the south of the Yangtze River'. ”

Yuan Jinpeng said: "Fuqiu Peak has been famous since the Cao Wei Dynasty of the Western Han Dynasty, and reached its peak in the Tang and Song dynasties, and the cultural heritage accumulated is not comparable to ordinary mountain ranges. What's more, the mountain is not high, there are immortals, and there are three immortals of Fuqiu, Wang, and Guo in the town, which naturally has a great impact. ”

Entering the Three Immortals Palace, a middle-aged man wearing a Taoist costume greeted him: "Secretary Yuan, Secretary Bao, and Director Lan are here, rare guest, rare guest!" ”。 After that, he ordered someone to go out and set off firecrackers.

Hearing the noise outside the hall and remembering the sound of firecrackers, Yuan Jinpeng said to the middle-aged Taoist priest: "Daoist Chen has seen the outside, and old acquaintances don't have to be so polite." ”

Chen Daochang said: "Secretary Yuan went to the prefectural committee to work, it is rare to come, please take care of our Taoist temple!" ”

Yuan Jinpeng laughed: "I work in the Political Research Office of the Prefectural Party Committee, Qingshui Yamen." The next time you come to Qingchuan for a political association, I invite you to get together. ”

Chen Daochang said: "Thank you Secretary Yuan for looking up to our small Taoist temple. I see that Secretary Yuan's Yintang is red, his long eyebrows are shiny, and his head is plump. ”

Yuan Jinpeng was taken aback and blurted out: "What about ten years from now?" ”

Chen Daochang habitually stroked his long beard with his hand and said, "It's still lucky, but we have to restrain our personality and prevent the villain from plotting." But it doesn't matter, there should be noble people to help. ”

Yuan Jinpeng wanted to ask again, but Chen Daochang arched his hand and said goodbye: "There are a few guests from Hubei over there, I'll go and say hello, and the distinguished guests will watch slowly." ”

Yuan Jinpeng took a small step forward: "Can you ask the Taoist chief to make it clear?" ”

Chen Daochang shook his head: "The cultivation of the poor Dao is limited, and it was already nonsense just now. The Taoist temple has prepared vegetarian food, please use it slowly, there are too many guests today, I can't accompany you. With that, he drifted away.

Zhou Ziyuan said: "Jin Peng, if everything has a fixed number, how can there be a saying that good fortune and avoid evil, isn't this a contradiction?" So, for metaphysics, don't care. ”

Yuan Jinpeng said: "I don't care, I just listen." However, it makes sense to seek good fortune and avoid evil. Collecting information, adjusting direction, and avoiding setbacks is a methodology, and it may not necessarily be related to Buddhism, Taoism, or the I Ching. ”

Although the vegetarian food of Fuqiu Peak Taoist Temple is varied, it can be called abundant. But after all, there was no drinking, and everyone quickly finished their meal and continued to follow the mountain road they had come from.

When he arrived at the car, Lan Zhonghua asked Zhou Ziyuan: "The downhill road down the mountain is very long, and the brakes are okay?" ”

Zhou Ziyuan said: "Two or three years of new cars, just last month of maintenance, brake pads are no problem. ”

After getting into the car, everyone knew that Lan Zhonghua's worries were not superfluous, the deep ravines on both sides of the mountain road were dangerous, and at a glance, it made people frightened. Finally descended the mountain to the road, and everyone faintly smelled the smell of burnt brake pads.