There is heaven and Suzhou and Hangzhou, the beauty of West Lake is needless to say, and the tourists who come to play are always in an endless stream, without a day of rest.

And there is a mountain in the east of Xizi Lake, this mountain group is towering and green, the rocks are chaotic, the breeze blows, but it is not chaotic and not thrilling or dangerous, it is peaceful, so it is called Qingfeng Mountain.

However, even the locals are rarely aware that there is a Taoist temple on Qingfeng Mountain.

The famous Taoist temple "Baiyun Temple" is taken from a dream of life, the meaning of white clouds and dogs. Qingfeng mountain forest green wood show, quiet and peaceful, Baiyun Temple from a distance to see really a trace of fairy, but walk into the can find that this is just a small pitiful, even a little dilapidated small Taoist temple, so small that there is only one main hall and two side halls.

The red paint peeling front entrance, the plaque with blurred handwriting, the bricks and tiles in disrepair all show its dilapidation, and even the courtyard dozens of square meters is overgrown with weeds. Such a long-abandoned Taoist temple should not have been visited.

In the midst of the sound of cicadas, a young man suddenly stopped in front of this Taoist temple, and he raised his head slightly.

Follow his line of sight to see the plaque of this Taoist temple.

"White Cloud View ......"

The young man muttered in a low voice, took out an old key from his pocket, and opened the door that had been sealed for a long time.

......

"Ahem......"

Ning Xiu covered his mouth with one hand, and waved his other hand out of thin air.

I saw that the room was full of dust, and there were tables and chairs with missing arms and legs everywhere, and the floor was full of messes.

Seeing all this, Ning Xiu frowned, and his thoughts gradually drifted away.

This temple was the only thing left after his grandfather's death.

For its impression, Ning Xiu still stayed when he was a child.

In the past, he would always run down the mountain to live in this temple for a period of time during the summer vacation, but then his parents did not allow him to come because of something that happened. And his impression of this dilapidated Taoist temple and his grandfather is probably stuck in those years.

Every midsummer night, that kind old man would always tell him stories, all kinds of stories, in the courtyard of the Taoist temple.

There are talented and beautiful love stories, but the heroines are often not human, or people and ghosts are not in love, or demons are connected to the grass to repay their gratitude. There are also treacherous and cold depression stories, no matter what the ending is, people will not be too comfortable to listen to after all, especially Ning Xiu was only ten years old at the time.

Later, Ning Xiu followed his parents to go to school in other cities, and he was busy with his studies, so he rarely came.

He always felt that his parents were deliberately alienating him, a Taoist grandfather.

This delay dragged on until his grandfather died.

If it weren't for his grandfather's departure, he probably wouldn't know how long he would have to wait to get back here.

He stayed in front of the statue of Sanqing God in the lobby for a moment, and then walked straight to the side hall, his grandfather's bedroom.

"Squeak!"

Ning Xiu pushed open the wooden door at the end of the left head, which was his grandfather's room.

Since it is backlit, the light in the room is not very good.

It took him a while before he finally got used to the dim environment.

The layout inside was very simple, and the first time Ning Xiu saw it, it overlapped with the memories in the depths of his mind.

A yellowed rattan rocking chair, a large solid wood bed, and a small wooden cabinet next to the bed, which was ajar at this time.

In Ning Xiu's impression, there should have been a lot of strange things in his grandfather's room.

Looking around, I saw a large shelf on each side of the wall, and the small grids on the shelves were like independent small rooms.

It's just that at this time, these cells are all open, and there is nothing inside.

It should be that grandpa gave these things away before leaving.

Ning Xiu thought so, came to the solid wood bed, half-squatted down, stretched out his right hand, hesitated, and knocked three times in a row.

He changed places every time he knocked on it, and soon found the secret compartment that his grandfather had given him before he died, and pried it open with a knife to see that there was a jade Buddha pendant lying quietly inside.

This jade Buddha is the size of a thumb, the whole body is transparent, and it is tied by a red rope.

Ning Xiu took it out and put it in his hand, only to feel that it was warm and delicate, and it was a good jade material at a glance. However, the most commendable thing is its carving, I can see that its face is full of compassion, and it looks like a real Buddha.

It is a strange thing that there will be a jade Buddha on a road, especially when he collects it so solemnly. Ning Xiu also had doubts in his heart, but this was the last thing his grandfather explained to him on the hospital bed, perhaps out of so many years of guilt, he chose to believe his grandfather unreservedly.

He hung the jade pendant around his neck, and the little jade Buddha was close to his chest, and he felt a burst of coolness in the hot summer.

The biggest purpose of his trip was to retrieve this jade Buddha pendant, but after it was completed, he did not choose to leave immediately, but to stay in this temple for a few days, which was something that Ning Xiu had decided before he came.

However, the current appearance of this Taoist temple is obviously uninhabitable, and the house is full of dust.

He came to the pool in the backyard, and a clean and delicate face was reflected in the water, but the lips were a little thin, so it looked a little indifferent. If some physiognomy masters were present, they would point out that this son was cold by nature.

Ning Xiu shook his head slightly, fetched a bucket of water and began his cleaning business.

I was busy until the evening, and finally cleaned the temple inside and out.

He almost didn't tire him out, and it was only then that he realized that he hadn't eaten dinner yet.

It takes at least two or three hours to run from the Taoist temple to the bottom of the mountain, and he has been prepared for this and brought a backpack of dry food, but when he saw the acre of watermelon fields in the backyard of the Taoist temple, he gave up his original idea.

In the scorching summer, Ning Xiu didn't have much appetite, so eating a chilled watermelon was just right to relieve the heat.

He fished out the watermelon that had been chilled in the pool, cut himself into a large piece, and then moved a small bench from the house to the door.

On a summer night, Ning Xiu looked at the mosquitoes buzzing in the air, and not far away, a local dog from nowhere passed in front of him wagging its tail.

Where did the earth dog come from?

He held the remaining half of the watermelon in his hand, and watched the earth dog pass by in front of his eyes in a daze, and suddenly felt that half a lifetime had passed, and it seemed that only a few minutes had passed.

Wow wow wow~

At this moment, the crow of a crow suddenly sounded.

Ning Xiu, who came back to his senses, changed his face greatly, because he found that although he was still sitting on the stone steps, the scene in front of him had become completely different.

He turned his head suddenly, and a thunderbolt fell, lighting up the entire night sky, and two big words came straight into Ning Xiu's eyes.

Yizhuang!