The stone palace is white in spring, and the white clouds are moss. Blowing clouds and trampling stone paths, who can come to the laity.

The summer water of the stone palace is cold, and the cold water should be high forest. The distant wind blows the vines, and the wild guests are bustling and clear.

The autumn air of the stone palace is clear, and the clear air is suitable for the valley. Fallen leaves chase the frost wind, and the ghost loves pine and bamboo.

The stone palace is warm in winter, and the hot spring is suitable for warm days. The morning light is still and the water is misty, and the escapees are still sleeping peacefully.

"Zheng Zhongji" records that the Tang Dynasty writer Yuan Jie in order to avoid the rebellion of An Lushan, once traveled to a small barren mountain in the southeastern suburbs of Chucheng, the scenery is beautiful, the village name is Feiyun, so he settled in the mountain to study, wrote many poems and texts. Among them, this "Four Songs of the Stone Palace" has a simple language, an ancient style, and few traces of carving, which is the best product in the five words.

Baiyun Canggou, in the blink of an eye, it has been a thousand years.

In early summer, the foot of Feiyun Mountain is surrounded by green trees and flowers, and the dilapidated houses with gray walls and blue tiles are scattered among them. The eyes are full of purple and red, rendering the early summer time extraordinarily warm, and the hills, lakes, and flower fields constitute a beautiful pastoral scenery.

A truck stopped on the provincial highway not far from Feiyun Mountain, Fang Ruochu carried a backpack, thanked the driver who kindly let him hitchhike, and stepped out of the passenger seat.

The whole village is quiet, and the sound of birdsong adds to the quietness.

This is Qiwei Village, where Fang Ruochu's father was born.

Today, you can still roughly see the traces of the village here, but it has long been empty.

The backpack he carried with him contained a small box containing his father's ashes.

"Send me back to Qiwei Village......" was already a dying father, leaving only this last sentence.

For this sentence, Fang Ruochu quit his job, returned to his ancestral hometown of Chucheng all the way, and found out the location from the mountains of information, and it took a lot of hard work to find this small village that had been abandoned for many years.

"It's so beautiful here, no wonder Dad still misses it before leaving!"

Fang Ruochu thought silently, picked up the backpack again, and whispered to himself, "Dad, I'll send you home......

According to his father's description before his death, his old house is not far from the Feiyun Mountainside, and there is an abandoned Taoist temple on the top of the mountain.

"It's supposed to be the mountain......

Fang Ruochu narrowed his eyes and looked at a small hill in the southeast.

Looking at the mountain and running a dead horse, looking at the mountain that was close at hand, Fang Ruochu walked for more than half an hour.

The road up the mountain is overgrown with weeds, the concrete pavement is already fragmented, and the bamboo forest on the side of the road is patchy, Fang Ruochu looked around, but he didn't see any old houses.

"Are you in the wrong place?"

Just when he was worried that he had found the wrong place, a section of cornices peeking out of the green shade dispelled his suspicions.

The golden sunlight was about to come down, gilding the top of the mountain with a magnificent layer of gold, and in the canopy of tall trees, a small ruined Taoist temple loomed.

He walked a few steps closely, and only then did he see the true face of this Taoist temple.

Half of the courtyard wall on the front side has collapsed, the masonry is scattered everywhere, and only half of the gate remains, hanging crumblingly there, but the other half is gone.

Although he didn't see the plaque, his father once told him the name ......of the temple.

Through the collapsed courtyard wall, Fang Ruochu clearly saw the scenery inside, the gaps in the masonry floor were covered with barren grass more than a foot high, the left and right wings were still complete, but the main hall in the middle had no gate, and the black hole inside couldn't see anything clearly.

"It's right here!"

Fang Ruochu took a turn around the neighborhood and chose a relatively wide and flat place, where it sits west to east, with its back to the top of the mountain, with a wide field of vision, and the entire village under the mountain can be seen as far as the eye can see.

He put down his backpack, took out the folding tools, took off his coat and put it together with his backpack, and began to dig a pit in his single clothes, digging for more than two hours, even his fingers were scratched by rubble in a few places, he wiped the blood indiscriminately, and continued to dig.

Looking at this pit that was half a person deep, Fang Ruochu nodded with satisfaction, climbed out of the pit, solemnly knelt down against the urn, kowtowed three times, and then respectfully picked up the urn and buried it.

"Dad, the next road, my son will go alone......"

Looking at the small grave, Fang Ruochu muttered to himself, wiping the corners of his eyes with the back of his mud-stained hand.

There was a "bang" behind him, which shocked Fang Ruochu, reflexively clenched the folding sapper shovel in his hand, and hurriedly looked back.

A hare jumped out of the grass not far away, tilted its head to look at Fang Ruochu, and jumped into the dense forest again.

This little episode reminded Fang Ruochu that in this uninhabited place, especially such a barren mountain, he couldn't stay for a long time, it was okay to encounter ordinary small beasts, but if he encountered poisonous snakes and beasts, the sapper shovel in his hand couldn't deal with it.

He folded the sapper shovel and stuffed it into his backpack, took out a small flamethrower for self-defense, calmed down, put his duffel bag back on his back, and prepared to descend the mountain.

It was already noon, and the sun was shining down, but it added a bit of coldness to the dilapidated Taoist temple.

I seem to have forgotten something......

Fang Ruochu looked left and right, lightly tapped his temples, and smiled bitterly.

No wonder I always feel that there are shortcomings, and I should make a tombstone for my father.

Fang Ruochu secretly regretted that he had prepared things as much as possible before coming, but he had forgotten this important detail.

There were boulders and trees in the mountains, but he didn't have the tools to take advantage of them, Fang Ruochu thought about it, and cautiously walked into the Taoist temple with a flamethrower, intending to find a suitable wooden board to use as a simple tombstone.

The left and right wings are still intact, the doors and windows are there, but the windows are not glassy, and with a shake of the hand, the rotten wooden window frame creaks, and it breaks into two with a "click".

The room was empty, Fang Ruochu looked in from the window, and decisively gave up the two wings.

There are a few dusty mud fetal wood carvings in the main hall, and several tablets are scattered on the ground, Fang Ruochu casually straightened one of them, the size of this thing is appropriate, but-

Take the tablet of the Taishang Avenue of the Upper Halal Realm Yuchen Dao Jun Lingbao Tianzun as a tombstone? Let's not talk about whether Fang Ruochu ate the bear's heart and leopard gall, the question is whether his father can afford it?

Fang Ruochu's gaze fell on the overturned offering table, and suddenly his heart moved.

Lacquered rosewood, if properly preserved, will not be a problem to store for a few hundred years. Isn't that the best material?

Thinking of this, he hurriedly lifted the offering table, only to find that there was a small copper incense burner the size of a palm under the table, and there were still a few remnants of incense ash in it.