In a side hall next to the Daxiong Hall of Fenglai Temple, Feng Laodao and Zhang Xiaoxian were having lunch.

The monks worked hard to cultivate, and they were only vegetarians. Even the viewer did not open a small stove, and on the simple wooden square table in front of the two of them was a plate of fried vegetables in clear oil, a bowl of cabbage and tofu soup, and a small plate of hot sauce sent by Zhang's mother.

Zhang Xiaoxian is not a picky eater, he eats sweetly with a dish and a soup with spicy sauce, and eats two bowls of rice with little effort.

The little girl licked her lips and was thinking about whether to add another bowl, when a "rice bucket" came from the birdcage hanging on the beam.

Needless to say, it must be the ravaged little black. It glared at Zhang Xiaoxian angrily, chattering endlessly, and screamed at the little devil several times in succession.

It's no wonder that Xiao Hei's original smooth black feathers are messy, and they are naturally Zhang Xiaoxian's handiwork.

With the support of the old wind, the bird's gall has gained a lot of weight. Zhang Xiaoxian, who has always had a bad temper, raised his eyebrows, his eyes purred non-stop, and he was thinking about how to clean up this stupid bird for a while.

"Little Siam, you clean up the dishes and chopsticks, I'll go see your brother" Zhang Xiaoxian was overjoyed, nodded hurriedly like pounding garlic, and diligently helped to send the dishes and chopsticks back to the dining room.

How do you know that people are not as good as heaven, and as soon as she left, the wind cicada flicked her fingers, and the soft finger wind flicked the birdcage door mechanism and released Xiao Hei.

Looking at the crisp sound of joyful ears, turning back in the air, and running into the door of the fasting room, Xiao Hei, who was jumping endlessly among the branches and leaves of a tall cypress, chanted loudly with the old way:

Hundreds of thousands of voices move at will, and the mountain flowers are red and purple trees. I knew that the lock listened to the golden cage, and it was not as free as the forest.

Before the words fell, the old Taoist made a move, and Xiao Hei suddenly flew back to the old Taoist shoulder from the branch and stopped, looking left and right. Then, a man and a bird fluttered away under the gaze of several pilgrims who were eating fast.

It's not that the old man wants to pretend to be forced on purpose, there is no way, the monk is hard! Dozens of people from the two families of Fenglai Temple and Buddhism want to eat, occasionally show some magical powers, and win the support of believers to donate some merit or something, otherwise the big guy will drink the northwest wind.

Of course, the main reason is that these monks in Fenglai Temple are ascetics, but they have not learned the methods of those big monks in a certain mountain and a certain temple to collect money.

A person and a bird walked to the Daxiong Treasure Hall, but saw a group of people shouting, "Why is there no Guanyin Hall in Fenglai Temple, hum, Lao Tzu asked Guanyin Niangniang to send a child"

The speaker was a tall middle-aged man of about forty years of age, with a large bald head and a shiny face, and a gold chain the thickness of a little finger around his neck.

The monk explained to him that the Guanyin Hall was not in Fenglai Temple, but in the Guanyin Pavilion on Wolong Mountain, which corresponded to Qifeng Mountain, and that it was Guanyin who sent his son to be enshrined.

This guy grinned and smirked, "Why aren't you together, it happens to be close to the monk's and nun's family, uh no, there are Taoist priests, will they fight and be jealous, hehehehe......"

The big bald head of the ghost attracted the angry eyes of the monk of the acquaintance, and it was a loss that Lei Buping was not here at the moment, otherwise it was very likely that the boss would slap him with an ear scraper.

However, he was unimpressed and giggled with a few friends in his company. Fortunately, his wife with a big belly next to him scolded him, but unexpectedly, this guy was a petite and delicate wife who was shorter than him, and obediently apologized to the monk with a red face according to his wife's instructions, and donated some merits.

Lao Dao shook his head and bowed his head slightly, he didn't have time to care about these little things, and the "leapfrogging" classmate Zhang was the object he should care about the most at the moment.

Dishui Cliff is located directly below Qifengtai and is known as one of the eight views of Wutu. Legend has it that when the Shenhuang Jiuhou Nuwa Niangniang did not return, she closed her eyes and took a rest in Qifengtai, and saliva water flowed out from the phoenix's mouth, forming the current dripping cliff.

The legend is so mysterious, in fact, it is a small waterfall, the water flow is not big but the four seasons are endless, for thousands of years, no matter how dry and rainy the local Wutu is, the dripping cliff has never dried up.

What is rare is that the spring water is warm in winter and cool in summer, and the water quality is sweet, and it is a small waterfall that is formed by the strange stone called Fengzui Rock that resembles a bird's beak, and the water vapor is diffused by Yinlian, forming a famous local landscape in Wutu.

According to the research of a geological expert group from the provincial capital, the continuous flow of water is due to the fact that the Dishui Cliff is connected to an underground Yin River in Qifeng Mountain.

There are dozens of Taoist monks in the two doors of Buddhism and Taoism in Fenglai Temple, and they want to eat, drink, and Lasa, and of course they also have to bathe and change clothes. I don't know when a clever monk built a simple natural bathroom under the Dishui Cliff with a bamboo tube to divert water according to local conditions, which happened to be cheaper than Zhang Fengrui.

It was the Mid-Autumn Festival, and although it was sunny and the sun was shining in the sky, the plateau climate was by no means hot. The mountain spring flowing down the bamboo tube was endlessly sprinkled on the naked body of the young man who was only wearing a pair of small pants, splashing everywhere, lukewarm, as if countless little hands were helping him massage, clear and comfortable, not too pleasant.

Zhang Fengrui, who washed off the sweat stains and dirt, felt as if he was dozens of pounds lighter, and he had a mood of wanting to sing loudly, and he also had a desire to soar.

As he moved, the young man practiced the gossip of the old Taoist Fenglao and taught him to swim in the dragon palm. After all, after practicing for five years, he is very familiar, and the young man's palm technique is played with a beautiful posture, like a swimming dragon, without any stagnation and flowing water. It's just that his naked and white skin is a bit nondescript and funny.

Not long ago, at the turn of noon, the young man seemed to hear a sharp and clear birdsong in a trance, as if it came from outside the clouds and seemed to be overhead. Then a colorful glow rose from the phoenix platform above his head, and then poured down from his heavenly spirit and flowed into the dantian along the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, and in the past, if there was no slender to the hair-like air flow, it became as mighty and endless as a surging river, and finally burrowed into the gray-white 'goose egg', and disappeared without a trace.

This scene happened to be caught by the old wind who rushed here. Even if Zhang Fengrui is dozens of meters away, he still feels the familiar breath of the same kind, like the rising red sun and the first roar of a milk tiger. The almost empty Dao heart of the old Dao set off turbulent waves, and it took a long time to recover from the sluggish state.

Then, he didn't dare to disturb Zhang Fengrui, who had entered the state of forgetting things and me, and used the 'one product to return to the vitality' starting hand to frantically absorb the aura of the Divine Phoenix, and quietly left the Dishui Cliff.

Miraculously, Xiao Hei, who had been standing on his shoulders before, let out a crisp roar, abandoned the old way, spread his wings, and slid down from top to bottom to make a beautiful trajectory, and then fell to Zhang Fengrui's shoulder, making the same action over and over again, Xiao Hei's appearance was clearly kowtowing to Zhang Fengrui.

After a while, Feng Laodao came to the grave of Zhang Fengrui's father, leaned on the tombstone of his lifelong friend, and muttered old tears: "Zongchang, Zongchang, I really expected it, the divine appearance is really exhaustive, profound, powerful, powerful"

The tombstone was silent, unable to return to the old way of crying, only the weeds and daisies around the grave swayed slightly in the wind, as if they were smiling.

During this period, there were a few pilgrims who talked and laughed and wanted to visit Dishui Cliff. The strange thing is that one of them, a big bald guy with a fat intestine and a big belly, suddenly tripped over something and lost his balance and fell to his head and bleed. His companions were busy treating him with shouts, and they didn't care about going to Dishui Cliff to visit, so naturally they wouldn't bother Zhang Fengrui, who was practicing qi.

Of course, our old god is smiling on the ground and watching the lively Feng Lao Dao will never admit that he has anything to do with him, and monks should be compassionate, right?

About half an hour later, Zhang Fengrui, who was neatly dressed, climbed from the bottom of the Dishui Cliff to the top of the cliff, and unexpectedly saw the cicada standing in front of his father's grave, muttering something. Suddenly he became very good at ear, and he caught only a few words, and what fragmented language such as "don't worry" and "big breath" didn't get the point. Feng Cicada didn't look back, and his tone was extremely serious, "Xiao Feng, kneel down in front of your father's grave, I have something to say"

Although he was a little puzzled, but seeing the solemn expression of the wind cicada, Zhang Fengrui did not dare to slack off, and knelt down in front of his father's tombstone respectfully, only to hear the wind cicada's slow but dignified tone, "Today, in front of Zongchang's grave, I, Feng Cicada, the thirty-eighth generation of Fenglaiguan missionary head officially accepted Zhang Fengrui as the thirty-ninth generation of personal disciples, Xiao Feng, you can kowtow to me three times."

At this time, Feng Lao Dao had a trace of his usual amiable appearance, and his whole body exuded an awe-inspiring aura that could not be refused

Zhang Fengrui was a little confused. I remember that when I was a child, my father mentioned to Feng Lao Dao more than once that he accepted himself as an apprentice, but every time he was politely refused. Lao Dao actually changed his mind, could it be that the sun came out of the west?

However, it is always a good thing to be able to fulfill his father's last wish, not to mention that Feng Laodao has always been one of the people he admires the most. He didn't hesitate to kowtow to the wind cicada three times, and that attitude was as sincere as he could. The old man of the wind cicada was relieved, bent down and pulled him up, with an old face smiling, and his demeanor was as kind as he wanted.