After the high school entrance exam, it is July.

Depending on the tourist season, from May to November is a hot and high season. Especially the student group, once the summer vacation is over, they wander around like locusts.

From Ascension to the southeast, the first major area is the Baicheng landscape, with Phoenix Mountain as the center, including more than a dozen scenic spots such as Red River Valley rafting, Qingxi Town Water Cave, Xiaotanggou Hot Spring, Hekou Town Peach Blossom, etc., forming a busy and colorful tourist route.

The second largest area stretches from Hekou Town to Dong Yun City by the sea, but that's another scene.

After decades of opening-up, tourism has been a fixed system. With the arrival of July, countless farmhouses and related industries are becoming increasingly restless and ready for mass voting.

On July 2nd, the sun was shining.

In the rest area halfway up the mountainside, tourists visit all the time, and the atmosphere is noisy. The hawkers are all shouting as hard as they can, and some have even put on loudspeakers and put heavy metal in the countryside to attract more customers.

"Cucumbers, freshly picked dried cucumbers, a dollar each!"

"We grow it ourselves. It's definitely green food. And fresh tomatoes. Come buy it!"

In front of a stall, Fang Qing yelled at her neck, with several earthen baskets at her feet. Half of the vegetables in it are already half. Obviously, business is good.

Uncle Fang was next door, he had a stove and grilled squid, glancing at it from time to time.

After the exams, the little girl will have nothing to do before entering school and just help her family share some. The crisp sound is very appealing. Waves of guests, children's mouths are sweet, and the contents of the baskets are brushed off.

After a long period of relaxation, Fang Caiqing had to sit down empty, picked up a tomato with only some broken skin, and Mia began to eat.

"Hey, are you hungry?"

Uncle Fang handed over a string of squid. He was very happy and said, "It's good that you follow me, otherwise I would have been busy." ”

"Dad, you should take a break too. There will be fewer people. The little girl smiled.

"Uh, uh, good. ”

Uncle Fang also sat down and wiped his sweat with a towel.

Fang Qing took a bite of tomatoes and a mouthful of squid, and asked vigorously, "Hey, Dad, business is so good now, why don't I come to set up a stall?"

"It is said that incense is sold. It seems that many people still bought it. They may not set up stalls in the future. ”

Uncle Fang looked at his daughter and couldn't help but sigh: "Your brother, watching silently, actually has a very good idea. Since the old man disappeared, he has carried it step by step. I said that a person who is capable does not become bad at any time. You see, it's only been a little over two years and people are getting up again. It's so fine, you still have to read good books and study with ambition......"

"Okay, okay, are you tired eight times a day?"

The little girl was serious in front, but her back hurt. Dad is good at everything. He likes to educate people, to learn, to learn! Come on, of course she knows how to study well, but her conditions are limited.

This time, Wen Gu helped me pass the high school entrance exam, but I still have high school and college. The competition is fiercer. She looked at Xi Xi, in fact, she was thinking too much.

“......“

At that time, the father and daughter did not say a word, they both ate their food in silence.

......

This rest area stretches in all directions, with forks up and down the road, left and right. To the left is a path. After ten minutes of walking, you will arrive at a platform. You can see the peaks on the opposite side. The upper part looks like a person, and the lower part looks like a toad.

It's called catching the toad fairy.

On the right is the wide avenue leading to Ziyang Temple, the only temple in Phoenix Mountain.

After the tourist rush hour, the hawkers relaxed a lot and the heavy metal stopped. Fang's father and daughter were talking one after the other. At this moment, they heard a loud noise, which was the direction of Ziyang's gaze.

"What are you shouting?"

"What's going on?"

"Did you fight?"

One by one, the vendors stood up and craned their necks to look that way. There was one person who was most worried, and he jumped over to watch the excitement. He ran back and told reporters: "I'm lying in the gutter! Someone has been bitten by a snake!"

"Really? Are there snakes these days?"

"Ouch, this needs to be seen. ”

As soon as he hit the ground, five or six people jumped up. Uncle Fang couldn't help but be curious, and said, "You stay here, I'll take a look." ”

Saying that, a few people ran to the right side of the road, only to see a man lying on the ground, a crying woman lying next to him, surrounded by people eating melons, wow, give advice:

"Call the management office and tell them to come up quickly!"

"The management office is useless. Call the police!"

"It's useless to call the police. Call an ambulance!"

Uncle Fang huddled in front of him and looked at him. Boy, the elder brother has his eyes closed, his face is pale, and his right leg is blue and purple.

He couldn't help but shout: "Don't cry, this person is dying, please find the management office!"

"I'll call Lao Li, you all disperse, don't surround it!"

"Old Fang, I'll go to the temple and ask!"

Why don't you say that the people in this city are vulnerable? This stall is still for the villagers. They immediately split into two groups. One group helped with it, and the other started running towards the scenery.

Soon arrived at the gate and told the story. The little Taoist priest was also startled and hurriedly went in to report.

It is said that the Taoist temples in the north are all true, the Taoist temples in the south are all positive, and the Ziyang Taoist temple is also a true branch. A hundred years ago, branches of Taoism could be divided into different sects and establish their own sects. However, since the Taoist Association was owned by the government, there were no new sects or sects.

Chen Qiulin, a contemporary master of Ziyang Temple, became a monk at the age of 15 and wore a headscarf at the age of 20. He is now in his thirties. The so-called crown turban is a ritual for all true disciples to become official Taoist priests, while the Orthodox Church calls it Chuandu.

The man is smart, has a lot of business skills, and has doubled his income in a few years.

At this moment, he was playing chess with Mo Lao Lu in the backyard, when he saw the little Taoist priest running in a panic: "Lord, a tourist has been bitten by a snake. He's out there!"

"What?"

Chen Qiulin jumped up. His first reaction was that he couldn't die, which would cause trouble for his reputation. He asked, "How's that guy?"

"Not so good. They asked if there were herbs. ”

"Where do I have herbs, even if there are ......"

"Dad!"

Mo Laodao didn't bother to listen and threw the chess pieces at him. "Forget it, I'll take a look. ”

"Huh, thank you, Uncle Shi!"

Chen Qiulin turned sadness into happiness. He knew the other party's medical skills, and hurriedly bowed and thanked him.

As he spoke, several people walked out, but the buddy was still limp on the ground.

Mo Laodao felt his pulse, fed a pill first, and then took out a needle bag to save him. In the blink of an eye, his brother had already inserted more than a dozen silver needles into his body and legs. Finally, he inserted a long, triangular needle into a certain position, only to hear a pop, and black blood flowed out.