Ye Rusi didn't know how long he slept, and many bizarre fragments floated and sank in the sea of knowledge, but he slept very deeply and soundly, as if this world was a dream. I don't know when a gust of wind blew into Qingyun Cave, caressing the boy sleeping on the stone case, Qingfeng helped the boy float up from the stone case, and slowly flew to the front of the stone statue. I saw that the three stone statues had already opened their eyes at this time, and six white rays of light shot out from the eyes of the stone statues and accurately entered the sea of consciousness of the young man. "The third dream realm opens," a mechanical voice sounded in the Qingyun Cave.

Wow...... Wow...... The endless sea is turquoise, and a small island looms in the sea. The name of the island is Lingshan, which is the most famous island in the endless sea, because there is a record of "clouds before rain, dawn before the sun, if there is a spirit", so it gets this name. There is a towering mountain on the island, its name is 'there is a path', it is said that there is a trail in fact, the mountain road is extremely difficult to walk, except for a few experienced woodcutters, few residents of the island can climb the Qingyun Peak, so the residents of the endless sea say that there is a trail on the mountain, mortals are sad to Qingyun Peak, and the mountains above Qingyun Peak are the places where the gods live.

The most famous scenery in the mountain is 'Lingshan Mingquan', there is a legend that there is a spiritual spring on the top of the mountain, every three springs in early March will flow down along the mountain rocks, crisp and audible, the whistle is like a song, the spring water finally merges into the Wanxing Pond of Xingzhuyuan at the foot of the mountain. At this time, the inhabitants of the islands in the Boundless Sea will come to the Xingzhu Courtyard of Lingshan Island to ask for a cup of spring water, it is said that this water can get rid of the sick and strengthen the body when mortals are thirsty, and the cultivators can use it to increase the medicinal properties, and the sword-caster is very likely to increase the soul of the weapon if he uses the spring water at this time to extract the sword.

Although there are no inhabitants on the trail mountain, but there are a lot of Taoist temples along the foot of the mountain, countless Taoist temples have multiplied here from ancient times to the present, the most famous is Xingzhu, Mingxia, Taiqing three factions, and other small and medium-sized Taoist temples are also as many as nearly 100 places, there are "three palaces, eight courtyards and seventy-two views" to the outside world.

This day coincided with the beginning of March, and a long snake-like queue was formed in front of the Sanxing Bamboo Courtyard, some people brought utensils to prepare for a while to drink spring water, and some people brought pills to prepare for a while and then went into the spring water to eat. At the front of the line was a young man, dressed in an ordinary Taoist robe, carrying a shiny purple gourd in his hand. He was quietly waiting for the Xingzhu Courtyard to open the mountain gate today to apply water. In addition to the ordinary islanders, there were many cultivators in the team waiting for the water application, including monks and laymen, and even pirates with fierce faces. Fortunately, Xingzhuyuan Shishui in line with the idea of helping the people in the world, never asks where people come from, and treats everyone equally, and each person has a bamboo cup, no more, no less. Many people come to line up in the middle of the night in the hope of drinking the water that gushes out of the dotou wheel.

As soon as the hour arrived, the mountain gate opened, and an elder of the Xingzhu Courtyard slowly walked out of the Xingzhu Courtyard wearing a gossip robe, and the inner courtyard disciples of the Xingzhu Courtyard wearing the Xingzhu crown followed closely behind him, and some miscellaneous disciples from the outer courtyard began to maintain order one by one. After a while, the square in front of Xingzhuyuan was separated from an open space, and people waiting for the water could enter one by one to receive the spiritual spring as required.

I saw that the middle-aged Taoist man in the gossip Wanxing robe paced steadily to the clearing, and after a spell, a flame suddenly appeared in the air and ignited several yellow watches, and the yellow watch encountered the flames in a blink of an eye, and flew into the sky in a blink of an eye, as if to communicate with some god.

The young man in line watched the yellow watch turn into ashes and float to the sky, and thought in his heart that it was this trick to fool people again, and he was not bored with it every year. Because in the memory of the teenager, from the third day of the third month of the third month nine years ago, when he was only half of his current height, he wore a Taoist robe older than him and carried a purple gourd half the size of his height to come to the queue to receive spring water. Xingzhu Academy's style, he knows the ceremony by heart. He is a disciple of the Heavenly Desolation Concept, one of the seventy-two views of the Three Palaces and Eight Courtyards on this Youjing Mountain. According to the convention, it is also the mountain gate of the path of the mountain cultivator, and when the spiritual spring of Xingzhuyuan gushes out every year, it will select the pure yin water of the three quarters of the child to give to the mountain gate of the same way, but for some reason, the supply of the Heavenly Desolate View was suddenly stopped ten years ago. Although the young master was the master of the temple, he was too lazy to theorize and did not wait for the spiritual spring that year, and the next year he sent the little Taoist priest down the mountain to line up to receive the spiritual spring. It's just a pity that the gift is a can of selected spiritual springs, and the only thing you receive is an ordinary spiritual spring water. But the old Taoist priest didn't care, just fill the purple gourd that received the spiritual spring with wine, and drink it for a year.

The young man knew very well that after the Taoist of the Star Bamboo Courtyard performed the ceremony, he came down to distribute the spiritual spring. I saw that the middle-aged Taoist took out a copper pot only the size of a fist from his arms and gently threw it into the open space in front of the audience. Everyone watched as the copper pot fell to the ground and grew bigger and bigger, and finally rose to a height of half a person before it stopped getting bigger, and all the people inside were obviously shaking spiritual springs.

"Please spring god," a little Taoist priest shouted with all his strength, humming...... Bell, hum ...... Bell, after a burst of ceremonial music, the middle-aged Taoist took the long-pole bamboo cup handed by a little Taoist priest and began to distribute the spiritual spring.

"Shi Shenquan," the little Taoist priest then shouted loudly. The crowd heard the call and knew that the distribution of the fountain was about to begin, and there began to be a burst of whispering.

The middle-aged Taoist looked at the crowd lined up like a long snake formation, and he could see piety and worship in their eyes, and he enjoyed this glorious state. Smile with satisfaction and begin to give the divine spring. According to the rules, the first three people in line were the ones who scooped up the sacred spring himself, and the rest of the work was done by a disciple. The Taoist happily scooped the first cup of the divine spring from the copper pot and gave it to a gray-haired old woman, and then scooped the second cup of the divine spring and gave it to a young man whose face was pale as if he had not recovered from a long illness. And when he saw the third person who came to receive the Divine Spring, his face twitched unnaturally, because he was very familiar with the third young Taoist priest who came to receive the Divine Spring. To be precise, this young man used to be in the same door as him, and he was also a Taoist priest of the Heavenly Desolate Temple, but he broke away from the Heavenly Desolate View ten years ago and joined a senior disciple in the Xingzhu Academy. This year, the courtyard sent him to preside over the work of distributing the divine spring, but he didn't expect to meet his former classmates.

The middle-aged Taoist glanced at the young Taoist priest, carefully poured a cup of spring water into the young man's purple gourd, and not a drop flowed outside. The crowd watched as the thin spring water poured into the gourd's mouth, and there was a burst of cheers for this divine skill. The middle-aged Taoist nodded his head in thanks to the cheering crowd, as if he felt supreme glory.

"Go back and talk to the crow Taoist, forget it, forget it, the world is so big that he can't afford to eat a meal, but he wants to occupy the broken Taoist temple. Even if he wants the title of the Lord of the Heavenly Desolate Temple, then give up the 'Back Stone' and give it to the Xingzhu Temple, and I guarantee that he can have a Taoist Academy ten times larger than the Heavenly Desolate Temple for him to preach. You see how mixed the seventy-two views are now, and you have to queue up to have a cup of spiritual spring. I heard that the people who said that the temple had escaped, didn't you, if you can't do it, you can also come to Xingzhu Courtyard," the middle-aged Taoist said with a slight frown

The young Taoist priest didn't seem to hear the words of the middle-aged Taoist at all, but just said to everyone without pain: "Thank you for the divine spring" and turned around and left the scene of the spring almsgiving. Looking at the figure of the young Taoist priest leaving, the middle-aged Taoist threw the bamboo cup into the copper pot hatefully, and turned around to return to the mountain gate with a cold snort. Not far away, a disciple hurriedly rushed to the copper pot, picked up the bamboo cup, and continued to apply water.

After receiving the spring water, the young man did not rush back to the Taoist temple, but first went to the market at the foot of Youjing Mountain, went to the pawnshop to make two jade shells, and then went to the liquor shop to fill the purple-skinned gourd with the strongest soju according to the master's request. After that, he struggled to carry the gourd back to the mountain gate. When I returned to the mountain gate, the sun was about to set, and I saw a sloppy old man lying on a boulder, yawning sleepily and saying, "I waited too long today, and the wine insects for the teacher were too noisy, so I could only sleep first to pass the time." You can get yourself something to eat, and you won't eat dinner for the teacher" After speaking, he lay down on the boulder again, holding the purple gourd and drinking.

As if he had long been accustomed to it, the boy walked into a side hall that had already been converted into a kitchen, and made himself dinner.