In the early spring of March, under the warm sun, the warm breeze melts away the last trace of chill left in the cold winter.

The mountains are green, and the streams are murmuring.

On the mountainside, in the shade of the trees, a half-acre of earth field is exposed, overgrown with weeds and vines.

A young man dressed in a cloth shirt with his trouser legs pulled up to his knees, the iron hoe in his hand kept falling and rising, turning the dirt upside down, smashing it with the handle of the hoe, and throwing it aside.

It can be seen that a lot of soil has been piled up on the small field at this moment, of different sizes, and it is caressed by the bright sun.

Get it on!

Another hoe fell, and the young man had a pause, but it was a fat earthworm that had been dug out of the ground, and the sudden change of circumstances made it a little panicked, and its slender body writhed, and the end with the white ring kept drilling on the soil, as if it was about to bury itself again in the soil.

Then he was choked, and the young man put his fingers together, and without the slightest struggle, he sent the other into the bamboo tube hanging from his waist.

Close the wooden cover, and through the air hole specially left in the middle, you can vaguely see many similar people.

Tomorrow the bait for wild fishing is available, and the young man is smiling, and there is a faint expectation in his eyes. There are several stone pools and springs on this mountain, and there are many streams, and there are too many places to fish, and the last time he went into the forest, he found a new fishing spot, and felt that there was something big in it.

It's just that some time ago, I was busy sorting out the classics and repairing the Taoist temple, and I couldn't spare time for a while, so I moved until now and I haven't been able to do it.

It's a pity.

Looking up at the sky, the young man recalled the long schedule in his mind, and realized that he would have a lot of free time recently.

With that in mind, he continued to swing his hoe, preparing to clean up the almost deserted field this morning—at least to get rid of the weeds that were growing on his head.

Now it is March, according to memory, and soon it will be the "Ping Rain" season, the rain has fallen, when the sky is cloudy and when it is sunny and changeable, but it is the time of sowing, if it is dragged all the way to that time and then it is too late to take care of the field, and as in previous years, every ten days have to go down the mountain, a return time money costs a lot, not to mention, there is more danger on the way.

The Qingtai Mountain under his feet is not high, but the mountain road is extremely slippery and bumpy, winding and twisting. Occasionally, insects and snakes are infested. In previous years, there were good people who went up to the mountain to enter the incense and were killed by the "triangular leaves" entrenched in the mountain road.

Therefore, it is undoubtedly necessary to reclaim this square acre of land before the "Pingyu".

The sun is rising, sometimes the breeze blows, the trees tremble slightly, the branches and leaves touch, and the sound of rustling one after another spreads through the mountains.

In the field, the young man waved non-stop.

When people concentrate on one thing, time always flies. It wasn't until the last corner had been hoeed and all the weeds had been pulled out that the sweaty young man stopped his movements and wiped his forehead.

Licking his lips, he glanced at the sky.

It's not yet noon, and looking at the neat and tidy land in front of me, I feel a sense of accomplishment in my heart.

Put down the hoe and lay heavily on the ground.

The weeds had been cleared, the rough turning of the soil was almost complete, and the next step was to dig a ditch, the young man thought. However, there is no urgency in this matter, there is still some time, and he feels that it is not too late to talk about it in the afternoon.

As for now, of course, I went to wash it up, and then I could prepare lunch.

I didn't think it before, but when I stopped, I suddenly realized that my stomach was a little unbearable, and my internal organs seemed to be about to rebel.

The rumbling in my abdomen was non-stop, and the feeling of hunger was like a bottle of juice, which flooded my heart irrepressibly.

So I packed up my things and walked away quickly.

Not long after turning around and walking, a few cloud-like eaves poked out of the shade of the trees and fell into the eyes.

A few steps further in, a bay is located on the mountainside, and the peaceful and tranquil view of the fall is fully presented.

There are no carved buildings and painted buildings, let alone rows of buildings.

Only four or five small flat tile houses are scattered together, stacked at random without any aesthetic sense, so it has become this Taoist temple.

At the head, three large characters are written on the plaque:

Cloud crane view.

Bypassing the two rows of peach trees in front of him, shaking off the mud and dust on his body, the young man stepped into the view.

No one greets, no one comes in or out.

There is only one person here, the fifth-generation master and only disciple of Yunheguan, the contemporary Yunhezi - Chen Yu.

Of course, he didn't care too much about his identity as a viewer, and he didn't think about doing anything based on it.

A grass-headed Taoist temple plus a pheasant Taoist, where did he get the confidence to engage in the east and west, Chen Yu didn't have that mind. In his opinion, instead of being like this, it is better to stay in the mountains and plant fields, fish, practice, and occasionally read the so-called Taoist scriptures that are about to be turned over.

Isn't it happy that the days are long?!

……

The Taoist temple is not big, and it is really impossible to distinguish between inside and outside, but if you insist on saying it, except for the two bedrooms in the innermost part and the main hall of worship, the rest can be called the outer courtyard.

And in the outermost place, is the place in front of you, a few years ago or even earlier, this place was often used to receive pilgrims, good people, when the old Taoist priest was still here, he would also practice pile skills and teach Taoist scriptures.

It's just that things are not people, and they have been deserted a lot.

Step into the hospital.

A few days ago, there was a cold rain, the big one held most of it, and the three small ones were full.

I can vaguely see the green weeds floating in the water tank.

On the other side, the green pine is growing horizontally, and there is a big-headed pear, but it looks much lower than the former.

The two trees are divided on the left and right, staggered a little, each around a grass pu, leaving a bluestone path paved with gravel in the middle.

Although the yard is not large, the objects in front of you are particularly delicately arranged, and at first glance it can feel a little more spacious.

Chen Yu untied the bamboo tube containing the earthworm and leaned on it at the foot of the column. When he came to the small water tank, he simply swamped his hands, and wiped his face with a handful by the way.

The cold touch penetrated the skin, washed away the sweat stains and sludge, and the fatigue was gone, he raised his head and wiped it casually, and then went inside.

The shrine is located in the center.

The huge word of the road is pasted on the head of the room, and when you step over, you can see a row of small stone futons neatly arranged under the incense case, and in front of the hall, it is a tall porcelain statue of a person, that is an old man, with a long beard and long eyebrows, and an ancient mirror in his arms. Just looking at the face is a bit solemn, but it is also kind. and on both sides below, there are many true monarchs of different sizes and shapes.

It's also made of ceramic, but it's not as delicate as the one in charge. At a cursory glance, it is estimated that there are no less than twenty.

These are the true gods of the Yunhe Temple.

There are big and small names, and there are all kinds of heels. Some of the origins are purely apocryphal, and many are born from heroic deeds in ancient times. The time is different and the backstory is different.

Or the folk good deeds add oil and vinegar, or once won the emperor's seal, so they became the true monarch of the Tao in a daze, and enjoyed the incense offering while protecting the party.

For example, the angry-eyed Taoist man wearing a robe and holding a double sword in the second row on the lower left, Mu Yuan, who inherited the memory of the original body, knew that his image came from a widely circulated Xizhou folklore.

As for the prototype, it is probably a certain general who fought on the battlefield in the year of Qian Zhou, about three hundred years ago. It is estimated that this ancient man could not have imagined that in three hundred years, he would become one of the few Taoist real people in the southwest.

There are even many disciples of the side branches who walk the world under his name and collect incense.

However, there are exceptions, such as the top one.

〈Qingji Jade Dome Baoling Shihua Cave Yuan Tianzun〉

One of the Taoist ancestors of this water and soil, the name is very large, whether in the south or in the north, there are countless Taoist disciples and grandchildren to worship, and at the same time, few people dare to risk the name of this person to swagger and deceive.

After all, he is going to be spat on by all the self-proclaimed orthodox Taoist priests who poke their backbones. If you really want to meet someone as hot-tempered as Qianyang Daomai, you can't say that you will be stabbed twice.

Chen Yu, a fake Taoist priest who took the position of the master, naturally would not do such a thing, although he was originally an atheist, but since he came to this heaven and earth, he still had enough etiquette to these immortals.

At this moment, I saw him come to the desk, skillfully lit the incense candle, and shook four green skin wax and inserted them in the copper seat in the center.

It's boxy, and one is planted in every corner.

One side of the water and soil and one side of the rules, now the people in the Dao veins of this time and space have a little different rules and regulations for worship than in their memories.

Three-spice sandalwood on the golden top, one green and four wax show respect.

The cloud crane view is poor, and it is impossible to 'talk about the golden top' like Zhengyang, Linghe and other big schools. Fortunately, the incense candles are cheap and the tube is enough. It's also a gesture of affection.

After a short time, the curling smoke with the fragrance of wood and grass swirled and climbed, landed a few feet above the desk, and then drifted away in an instant.

Chen Yu made a decent look, clapped his hands, and then turned around and went into the kitchen.