Miss Moon groaned slightly.

The long legs are stretched out, and the white skirt sways slowly with the autumn breeze.

Walking into the Taoist temple, Yue Wujiu made a little bit of a small request intimately.

"It's better to be the kind that can be made very fragrant, the stew is delicious, and it can make me hungry."

Colorful Chicken ......

Do you two-legged beasts like to let the chickens choose their own positions?

It's too hard to be a chicken.

Ben, this chicken can't do it!

"Beauty, beauty."

"The bird is a bird, and the meat of the bird is not delicious."

The colorful bird used the most gentle and sincere eyes in his life, trying to understand the iron heart under the gentle skin of Yue Wujiu.

The soft and delicate palm falls on the head of the multicolored bird, and the fingers are gentle, smoothing the feathers for it.

"It's okay, I don't mind, after eating it, you can know how good your meat is."

"If no one has cooked it before, I can still write it into the Xinhua dictionary and earn a pen fee."

"Well, think about it."

Birds, birds...... I'm going to cry.

I thought it was a gentle, kind, intimate and simple, and a big beauty that made people feel close at a glance.

Originally......

She's in a den of thieves!

Lord Bird's heart was broken.

I wanted to run, but my neck was grabbed in my hand.

It drips and turns its turquoise green mung bean eyes, waiting for an opportunity to escape.

When you step into the Liufeng Temple, the first thing that catches your eye is the courtyard.

When the Liufeng Temple was built that year, it should also be prosperous and cover a wide area.

The autumn wind swirled in the air with the fallen leaves, and the woman walked through the courtyard step by step.

In the center, it is the main hall of the wind view, which is dedicated to the statue of Sanqing.

The plaque of the Sanqing Hall is still thin gold.

Yuewu Jiutou saw the Taoist temple for the first time, and the name of the plaque was written in thin gold font.

The font material is cold.

Majestic and majestic.

The east side hall is dedicated to Chai Daohuang, and the folk are also called the matchmakers, the old man under the moon.

The west side hall is dedicated to the true monarch of Qingyuan Miaodao, and the true monarch of Erlang Xiansheng often appears in myths and legends.

The statue of Sanqing is enshrined in the main hall, and the oil paint of the real body is somewhat off, which is generally well preserved.

The old moon statue in the east side hall is clean, and the oil paint has fallen cleanly, from color to black and white.

As for the west side hall......

The huge offering platform is empty, and on the wall, the statue of the true monarch of the wonderful way is hung in the center.

It is estimated that the sitting statue is too dilapidated, and there is no way to continue worshipping, so I can only move out.

Turning around the three major halls, Yuewu Jiu stood in front of the main hall.

Next to him is a bronze furnace that was placed here many years ago.

The simple and dark blue bronze furnace body is scratched, engraved with traces of time.

Yue Wujiu bent down and looked at the bottom of the furnace - made in the 26th year of Hongwu, Jiang Zhang.

Jiang Jang is the name of a craftsman.

The index finger of her right hand flexed towards the bronze furnace.

"Boom!"

The bronze furnace made a crisp tapping sound.

"Nice workmanship."

Yuewu bowed his head, and went to the backyard again, but he didn't see half a figure.

Finally, the girl cooked herself and boiled tea,

The middle finger of the index finger was slightly bent, and it was lightly buckled on the stone table: "The broken one can enter the demolition area." ”

After more than an hour of shopping, not to mention pilgrims, not even a cat was seen.

It can be seen how miserable this Taoist temple is.

"Squeak."

Yuewu Jiu held the teacup in his hand and looked leisurely at the door.

The white-haired and energetic thin old man pushed the door in, the old man carried a handmade bamboo basket on his back, and held a chubby baby in his left hand.

He had a goatee, a shabby robe, and white wash.

The fat doll was wearing a new robe.

The bun on the top of his head is combed decently, blinking with big black eyes, and he is cute with a tiger head.

"Coming back?"

Yue Wujiu put down the teacup and stretched out his hand to signal the old man to sit down.

The posture is elegant and luxurious, and it is natural to feel like sitting in your own home.

"Lord, please be seated."

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

The thin old man is the master of the wind and the view, Qi Yaozi.