After Chunyang finished eating a bowl, he stretched out a spoon and put it into the pot, and what he fished out was still all meat, so he said: "It is those bald donkeys who are taboo, and the cultivation is not in the mouth." Last month, I went to the city to see a layman and sent two pieces of pork. After speaking, he took a big gulp, and solved a bowl in three or two clicks.

Zhao Xiang dared to imagine what the concept of eating pork for a month was, and when he saw that Chunyang didn't eat it, he carried the pot to the door, shouted Wangcai, and poured it into the food trough.

Chunyang's face was red after a full meal, and he stood in the middle of the courtyard to bask in the sun. The sun in the fifth month of the lunar calendar is extremely hot, and Zhao Xiang's solar power bank only took half an hour to fully charge, but the pure yang Taoist did not even shed a drop of sweat, and he also played five bird plays.

Zhao Xiang leaned on the stone under the cypress tree to play with his mobile phone - in fact, his mobile phone is very strange, the battery has been 100% for half a month, even if the brightness is adjusted to the highest and a whole day of movies are played, its battery still has not decreased a little. At first, I thought it was because the battery was too weak and the system could not detect it accurately, but after two or three days, he played with his mobile phone with peace of mind without considering the problem of power. After all, the inexhaustible power of batteries is a very deep physical and chemical problem, which is not something that he can explain as a liberal arts student.

Blowing a cool breeze, I wondered when I had to get a hammock here, and the mountain breeze would be the perfect place to sleep here in the afternoon.

Five cypress trees grow on the edge of the stone cliff, staggered. The old road said that this is Xiaozhi Mountain, the opposite incense is the Kaiyuan Temple of Dazhi Mountain, and the size of Zhishan is said that the breadth of the mountain is not based on height, otherwise this side should be called Dazhi Mountain, after all, it is a lot higher than the top of the opposite mountain.

Dazhi Mountain is solemn, like a wok, upside down on the plain, no more than 20 zhang high, huge trees stand in a forest, lush.

Xiaozhi Mountain is strange, like a stone pillar inserted on the soil bag, full of twenty zhang high, except for some big trees at the foot of the mountain, the stone cliff is full of these strange trees.

Lao Dao said that this was the Kaiyuan Temple at the beginning, and the reason why it was called Kaiyuan Temple was because the temple was built in the Kaiyuan period of the former Tang Dynasty. The monks carved an eight-foot-wide stone path along the cliff wall to the top of the mountain.

The Kaiyuan Temple on Xiaozhi Mountain has been flourishing with incense until the Nanshan Temple appears on the other side of the river, and many believers go there.

At that time, the abbot saw the decline of the foundation, and felt that the feng shui here was not good, like a tomb, so he tried his best to move to the opposite Dazhi Mountain. Naturally, this side is also deserted. When Chunyang came from the north, the entire top of the mountain was full of trees and grass, so he stayed.

Lao Dao took the old site of Kaiyuan Temple as his own, and there must have been some conflict with the monks opposite, but he didn't say it, and Zhao Xiang didn't bother to ask.

Zhao Xiang didn't know much about Feng Shui, at best, he knew that the head of the bed could not face the east-west direction. He can't see how the feng shui is here, but the summer is hot, there are no mosquitoes and light breeze under the cypress trees, and he can see the blue sky and white clouds when he looks up, and the rice fields on the side of the mountain are waiting to be harvested, and then he smokes a few cigarettes beautifully, and his body and mind are really comfortable.

"Smoke less, it hurts your lungs." Chunyang shook his fist and said.

Zhao Xiang flicked down the ashes, faint

In a daze, he was about to fall asleep, Wangcai jumped up and barked all the way out of the mountain gate.

Lao Dao took his breath and glanced at Zhao Xiang: "Someone is coming, if someone asks, deal with it as I said before." ”

Soon there was a shout from outside the mountain gate: "Dao Chief, help!" Then came up in a mess, a group of ancient people in shabby clothes.

This is the first time that Zhao Xiang has seen the Song people except for Chunyang at such a close distance, all wearing shabby clothes, short sleeves half arm long, and pants half calf long, all of which are loose and full of patches, and the fabric is rough, it should be linen. Even if you ignore these, a group of barefoot people seems to indicate that their identity should be the villagers at the foot of the mountain.

The injured man was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, who was carried into the main hall by everyone on the door panel, and two fist-sized purple-black bruises on his exposed chest protruded high, his face was pale, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding.

The girl who was originally protecting him knelt in front of Chunyang and begged: "Dao Chief, save my brother!" ”

Everyone consciously stepped aside, Chunyang stepped forward to take the pulse, and then took the silver needle and released the black blood, and then said: "It didn't hurt the internal organs, it's not a big deal, it's okay to raise it for a few days, I'll grab some medicine and go back to take it." ”

An old man followed Chunyang to the medicine shelf, bowed down and reached out and stuffed a small string of copper coins into his hand, begging, "Dao Chief, can you let him stay on the mountain for a few days......

He Defang is a villager from Wutian Village and the only person in the crowd wearing shoes. However, Wutian Village is only a tenant village where displaced people gather in the north, and he has rented the fields of Kaiyuan Temple for decades, so he, a village elder, can only be regarded as a liaison between tenants and landlords, and his main job is to maintain the relationship between the two sides, and he cannot be regarded as a real village elder.

This time the matter was a bit big, because Zhang Wen - that is, the half-dead boy lying on the door panel - abolished the third leg of the straight-aged monk Xinkong of Kaiyuan Temple.

Originally, a straight-aged monk in charge of affairs outside the temple was not a great figure, to put it bluntly, he was a miscellaneous person, but Kaiyuan Temple was powerful, and he was injured by his own tenant farmers, so he naturally would not let Zhang Wen go easily.

When Xinkong was carried away, he shouted "Kill me on my head", and He Defang felt chills all over his body when he thought about it. Now the villagers under the mountain are still confronting the monks, and if Zhang Wen is carried back, his life will be difficult to protect.

He Defang still bowed down: "Dao Chang ......" was about to speak, when he saw Zhao Xiang, who was in a short hair and strange costume, standing on the side, holding a small white stick in his mouth, and white smoke coming out of his mouth, he was startled, and he didn't dare to say anything.

Zhao Xiang smiled in return, but just stood aside and didn't speak. But He Defang couldn't be relaxed, He Defang bowed to Zhao Xiang, and there was really no way to say it.

Zhao Xiang didn't know each other at all, and he had no intention of walking away at all, so he just stood there.

Chunyang had no choice but to introduce: "This is my little friend Mr. Zhao, from Nanyang, so the clothes are a little different from the Song people, don't mind." ”

He Defang was a little suspicious in his heart: although this young man was tall and big, he looked like he was only seventeen or eighteen years old, and although his clothes were weird, he couldn't see the slightest trace of stitches, which seemed to be extremely precious. And the most important thing is that the Pure Yang Daoist called him "Little Friend", and it seemed that he had an extraordinary background, so he bowed down again, and he couldn't do this kind of elegant action, so he could only greet with a smile: "Hello Mr. Zhao." ”

Zhao Xiang replied: "Hello, it's okay, you can continue, just treat me as air." ”

He Defang didn't know what air was, so he turned to look at Chunyang, who had to say, "It's okay, you just tell the matter from beginning to end." ”