The next day, the morning sun rose from the mountains and forests, and the stream reflected the sun's rays, which were cut into thousands of golden rays.

Jiang Liu'er threw the bucket into the stream, and then slowly tightened the rope on the bucket handle, and he took water from the river in this way, as he had done for many years, and then returned to the thatched hut to boil water for cooking, and after a few people ate a bowl of white porridge with pickled side dishes in the morning, Xue Ling Sheng Junqian and Jiang Liu'er went to find the so-called Fan Yixian.

Jiang Liu'er's home was actually on the periphery of Baiyun Mountain, and continuing to go deeper into Baiyun Mountain, Xue Ling could be considered to have seen more scenery about Baiyun Mountain.

The mountain road is rugged, but Jiang Liu'er himself is used to walking mountain roads, and Xue Ling and Sheng Junqian are strong in martial arts and agile, and they are not afraid of any mountain road.

The three of them basically went up the river, through a large pine forest, and then continued along the mountain road, and walked about ten miles, and saw a prosperous temple in the distance, the wind blowing, and the bells hanging in the temple could be heard tinkling in the distance.

The mountain gate is at the intersection, and there is an old vermilion plaque on it, all of which are faint, and it reads "The Temple of the Clay Pot" (1).

The sound of chanting can be heard faintly in the distance, and a tall golden dome of the temple can be seen.

"Is this the Clay Pot Temple?" Xue Ling looked at the big temple from afar and asked.

Jiang Liu'er nodded: "This is the Clay Pot Temple, do you want to go and see it?" ”

"I'm not going to go yet." Xue Ling shook his head and said, "Just know that the Clay Pot Temple is here." ”

Jiang Liu'er agreed, and the three of them continued to walk along the mountain road.

Further on, the mountain road became steeper and more rugged, and the gradual path was only large enough for one person, and the three of them lined up in a row.

Seeing that the sun has been hanging high above my head since the early morning.

Sheng Junqian couldn't help but ask, "Junior Brother Jiang, how far is it to Fan Yixian's residence?" ”

"It's coming." Jiang Liu'er said this, and then stopped: "Did you hear any noise?"

Xue Ling stopped to listen, and heard the sound of tinkling dong water from a distance, as thin as a trickle, tinkling and ticking.

"Is there a waterfall ahead?" Xue Ling asked.

"When you hear the sound of the waterfall, you're almost there." Jiang Liu'er said.

The three of them walked a few miles on the mountain road, saw the peak turn, climbed a hill, and saw a trickle of water rushing down from the mountain body of tens of meters high on the mountain wall in the distance, it was really like a snowy silk, the water power did not know that it had flowed here for thousands of years, the granite body was carved into nine curves and six beads, and then splashed down in the pool water, and the sound of ding dong water was coming from here.

And in the small clearing on the side of the waterfall pool, there are several thatched huts with golden roofs, surrounded by a fence of green bamboo, and a few hens are walking back and forth in the fence from a distance, and the yard of the thatched hut is drying all kinds of medicinal herbs.

What a retreat for immortal hermits.

Sheng Junqian himself can be regarded as Ye Gong Haolong, and he has always admired this kind of secluded life for a long time, and when he saw the scenery of this hut, he couldn't help but admire: "This is the residence of that Fan Yixian?" ”

Jiang Liu'er nodded.

Sheng Junqian looked at the thatched hut opposite from afar, put his hands together in front of his mouth, and shouted luckily: "Shanxi Sheng Junqian, I came to visit Fan Yixian, can you come out and see it?" ”

Sheng Junqian's voice was condensed and not dispersed because of the internal force, echoing in the mountains and ravines, and the epilogue of "Can you come out and see" was stacked on top of each other, stretching endlessly.

But no one in the hut answered.

"Dare to love Fan Yixian is a deaf person?" Sheng Junqian couldn't help but speak.

When he shouted like this, even if the other party was sleeping like a sleeping dragon in the hut, he should be woken up at this time.

Rather than no movement at all.

Jiang Liu'er looked at Sheng Junqian: "Don't be rude to the medical immortals. ”

Xue Ling didn't say a word, and walked towards the thatched hut opposite: "What the hell is the situation, you can know it when you look at it." ”

So the three of them walked along the path and slowly went around to these thatched huts, only to feel that these thatched huts looked like a scenery from a distance, and when they got closer, they looked even more quiet and exquisite.

Xue Ling looked at a few hens in the bamboo fence: "The hens are still fat, at least it means that Fan Yixian is still raising hens, not killing and eating meat, or staying away from no one to take care of them." ”

Sheng Junqian nodded, then walked to the door of the bamboo fence and shouted again: "Senior Shanxi Sheng Junqian, come to see Fan Yixian." ”

The door was still silent, Xue Ling reached out and pressed the bamboo door, and found that the door was just a cover, and it opened as soon as he pushed it.

All kinds of medicinal herbs are drying in the yard, and it seems that the owner is not far away.

"Maybe Fan Yixian just went out to collect medicine?" Jiang Liu'er speculated.

Xue Ling didn't say a word, continued to approach, and then came to a few thatched huts, pushed them open one by one, and saw that they were all empty.

Among these thatched huts, there are bedrooms with beds, kitchens and living rooms with stoves, tables and chairs, and prescriptions for air-drying medicinal herbs, medicine mills, copper balances and other tools.

Xue Ling went straight to the kitchen and checked the ingredients in the kitchen and the use of the stove, only to see that there was still ash in the stove, and when he touched it, he felt warm to the touch.

In the small cellar on the side of the kitchen, where food is stored, you can see several baskets of ingredients such as fresh mushrooms and bamboo shoots that seem to have been picked for a short time, as well as a small bag of corn, all of which indicate that the owner seems to have just left and will return at any time.

"Maybe I'm really going out to pick up medicine." Xue Ling said to herself.

And if you go out to collect medicine, you may not come back for a day, after all, the mountain road is rugged, and it is inconvenient to come back and go, so there is no reason to say that you have to come back for lunch at noon.

And Sheng Junqian came to the bedroom with the bed, only to see two small beds in the small room, the covers were clean and tidy, Sheng Junqian checked on the bed for a while, and finally twisted a foot-long green silk on the side of the pillow.

"This Fan Yixian is a woman?" Sheng Junqian turned around and asked Xiang Jiang Liu'er.

Jiang Liu'er immediately shook her head: "Fan Yixian is an old man who is over half a hundred years old, how can he be a woman?" ”

"But it's clearly a woman's hair again." Sheng Junqian looked at the green silk in his hand and said.

At this moment, Sheng Junqian suddenly felt a little soreness and weakness in his body, and he almost fell to his knees in an instant.

"Suffered!" Sheng Junqian hurriedly spoke, and in front of Sheng Junqian, Jiang Liu'er, who was still indifferent, fell to the ground with a bang.

"Xue Ling!" Sheng Junqian shouted Xue Ling's name loudly, and at the same time reached out and grabbed the corner of the bed, feeling that his whole body was trembling slightly.

"What's wrong?" Xue Ling replied far away in the kitchen.

"It's poisonous here!" Sheng Junqian gritted his teeth and said coldly.

Note: (1) Most of the descriptions of the clay pot temple here come from the time when Lu Zhishen burned the clay pot temple in the Water Margin, and in fact, a monk was also inspired by watching the Water Margin some time ago.

Of course – this is a martial arts story.