When I first entered the Taoist temple, it was no different from the usual Taoist temple, and the area of the Taoist temple was not very large, probably covering an area similar to that of the Yuma Guancheng Tower.

At first glance, except for a few sparse peach trees scattered around the courtyard and a bronze incense burner engraved with Taoist terms in the center of the courtyard, the rest of the place is just budding grass.

The snow in early spring melts into droplets of water under the sunlight and sticks to it, looking like jade, which has a unique charm compared to the peach blossoms inside and outside the Taoist temple.

The middle-aged man was slowly walking towards the subjective with his young son and his wife, plus two slim little maids.

Probably scolded by the middle-aged man at the door, the yellow-haired boy at this moment seemed to be a lot more restrained, but from time to time he would pinch the little buttocks of the two little girls who had not yet fully developed with his hands, which made the two of them blush slightly, but they didn't dare to say more.

Along the way, except for the old Taoist at the door, he didn't see any figures, and the middle-aged man couldn't help but have some doubts in his heart.

As he stepped into the door of the main Taoist temple, there were two seventeen, eight, nine lanes cleaning the subjective, and when they saw someone coming in outside the door, both of them raised their heads, showing a hint of surprise, and then they were busy again.

After a while, the subjectivity, which was originally a little dusty, became spotless, and the portrait of Taoist Lao Tzu enshrined in the temple seemed to radiate light, making the hall even brighter.

After the two trails were busy, they didn't forget to wipe the fine sweat on their foreheads with the whitened cyan robes. He walked towards the middle-aged man unhurriedly.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man showed a little smile on his face, and hurriedly clasped his fists and saluted: "Little Zhenren, dare to ask where the family teacher is?" ”

"The family teacher is practicing on the Mengran Peak, please move the donor and follow my junior brother to the guest hall, and wait for the trail to go to the court."

One of the trails replied with a salute.

"It's still bothering the little real people." The middle-aged man thanked him.

Seeing this, Xiaodao didn't say anything more and walked straight to the door.

Immediately afterwards, the middle-aged man led everyone to follow another small path to show subjectivity.

Half an hour later, everyone walked into the guest hall, which was lined with several old mahogany chairs. After the Taoist arranged for everyone to sit down, he went to the back room and brought out a few cups of new tea in early spring, and the middle-aged man drank a few sips and hurriedly praised him.

Located behind the main temple, the guest hall is a house that can accommodate more than a dozen people, which is not magnificent, but it is much better than the houses next to it.

Behind the guest hall is the back mountain, the back mountain goes to the top of the mountain in the shape of a knife, behind it is a peak, listen to the Taoist, there is the Mengran peak, and it is also the residence of each master and the place where the practice is.

From a distance, the mountain is not very high, but it always gives the illusion of being high into the sky. From the guest hall, you can see that the other side of the mountain peak is full of clouds and mist, like a fairyland, which makes people dare not set foot on it.

There are also a few peach trees at the entrance of the guest hall, the branches are stout, there is no new green on the tree, the trees are full of peach blossoms, rushing to open, there are bursts of fragrance in the hall from time to time, which makes people feel refreshed and happy.

There are usually Taoist residences next to the guest hall, and there are also a few guest rooms, although they look old and dilapidated, but they are very neat and clean.

Behind the guest hall is the kitchen of the Taoist people and the canteen of the pilgrims, separated by a large wooden board that I don't know what the name is, and a wooden door with one person high and two people wide is deliberately chiseled out of the wooden board, which seems to be chiseled open, and when closed, it is actually one.

The Taoist introduced the middle-aged men one by one, the language was brief, and although some of them had not been seen with their own eyes, they felt that they had seen it once, which inevitably made people feel a sense of independence from the world.

After about half an hour, there was a slight sound of footsteps in the distance, and two figures slowly walked in the direction of the guest hall, one of them was the senior brother of the little Taoist, and the other one, from a distance, looked at a wide robe, with a blessed face, a handful of goatee slightly white, two mustaches and eyebrows symmetrical, it felt very strange.

At a closer look, it is even more incomprehensible, presumably this is the so-called contemplation. looks like he is only half a hundred years old, and he doesn't have the kind of fairy wind bones he imagined, but he is almost like a fortune teller.

The middle-aged man didn't feel how strange it was when he saw this scene, on the other hand, his little rabbit cub and the lady beside him, one was full of loss and regret, and the other was full of surprise. The middle-aged man only smiled bitterly, thinking that his son would be... Alas...