This year, it was cold in winter and snowy in spring, cold and hot.

When they came back to their senses, it was already summer, and there was no rain even for the month, and the ancient wells of the Taoist temple were about to bottom out.

Zhang Su was still thinking two days ago that if it didn't rain again, she would give up the mountain spring and go down the mountain to eat tap water.

As if the heavens left her footsteps, there was a strong wind the night before yesterday, blowing dark clouds and thunder, covering the starry sky, and the rainstorm poured at three o'clock in the second half of the night, and Zhang Su, who had not been able to sleep, slept until eight or nine o'clock the next day in the cool air blowing from the wooden window.

After eating a meal that was not morning or lunch, I sat on the old bamboo chair under the eaves and watched the rain, both during the day and at night.

Zhang Su loves the old house very much, the blue bricks and black tiles are warped and the eaves are flying, the low walls are transparent on all sides, the verdant green plants in the yard are swaying in the rain, the moss on the steps is faint, and the ears are full of fun.

Guarding the old immortal who does not distinguish his true body, there is only one living person in this remote mountain Taoist temple, Zhang Su.

Three years ago, there were two Taoist disciples, one old and one young.

The old Taoist was eager to walk on his deathbed, and the night before he sat in the courtyard and told Zhang Su about the ancestral legend of the Taoist temple, riding the moon and stars, counting thousands of years all the way.

On the second day, Zhang Su asked the master to get up, and found that he was out of breath.

Fortunately, he walked peacefully, which made people feel a little comforted.

Those who worship God and are enlightened always have to look at birth, old age, sickness and death lightly.

The so-called master is both master and father.

Zhang Su followed the surname of Lao Dao, and his single name took a plain character of Wuwei.

followed the master to the age of twenty-four, and memorized a room of Taoist classics, otherwise there was no way, who made the life in the mountains too boring.

It's not that no one let Lao Dao take Zhang Su down the mountain, and the poverty alleviation staff also came not once or twice.

At that time, an old man in his seventies lived in the mountains with a teenage girl doll who couldn't speak, and everyone who came couldn't help but say that they were afraid of wolves.

What did Zhang Laodao say at that time?

"It's quiet on the mountain, and I'm used to living there, it's not suitable for children to live here? ”

There are three kinds of mantles in Zhang Laodao's mouth: pinching and calculating to fool people's mouths, an old peachwood sword, and a book of martial arts secrets.

Even if Zhang Su doesn't often get along with the people under the mountain, he only cares about the three things of the old way.

It's a deception.

She is particularly concerned about such mysterious gods, ghosts, karma and the like.

The reason is that the mountains are boring, and there is nothing to think about if he doesn't want to do this, so that Zhang Su still doesn't know whether he really likes it or gets used to it.

Anyway, in Zhang Laodao's mouth, she is called talent.

Zhang Su smiled, she didn't take it seriously, she knew very well what her master was like.

The mountain is a perennial vegetarian, Zhang Su is very thin, but his height is 1.7 meters, and his skin is white.

He wore a linen suit called Chinese style at the moment, and the cuffs were rolled up twice, revealing his thin white wrists.

She looked at the eaves of the square house quietly, and only where there were black tiles could she see the slightest traces of rain, and when she watched the rain pass the eaves, Taoist theories such as the two poles of yin and yang would appear in her mind.

Whether it's in a daze or enlightenment, in short, the time is leisurely, she seems to be thinking about it in her head, and she doesn't remember anything.

With a peaceful smile, he got up and went into the house to put three sticks of incense on the old immortal, and three sticks of incense in front of the master's spiritual seat.

After sitting on the futon for a while, the smoke curled and I was not sleepy, and I got up and went to the west room to find a book to read.

Westinghouse was originally the residence of Lao Dao, except for a small wooden bed three feet wide, and there were three large bookcases.

A few years ago, many people ran here not without the idea of playing these thousand and eighty-two ancient books.

Some people say that the Taoist temple can be expanded, the incense can be welcomed to increase popularity, and the antiquities can be better protected, and the life of the master and apprentice will be better.

Some people simply asked the old and the young to quit the Taoist temple under the banner of high-sounding, and of course, they also greeted them with a smile and promised Zhang Su to study in the big city under the mountain.

As a result, Lao Dao was unwilling, and Zhang Su, who couldn't speak, was unwilling.

After Zhang Laodao's death, there are still people who say that this drought has led to the persecution of no food and no water, and Zhang Su also wants to see the scenery elsewhere, so he is really a little tempted to go down the mountain.

However, the rain suddenly came, and the mountains were full of new cool air.

Zhang Su grew up under the influence of the old Tao since she was a child, believed in the destiny of heaven, and after watching the rain for two days, she still came to continue reading.

It is also said that the old Tao's ability to fool people is in this thousand and eighty-two volumes, and she has not yet understood it.

This Taoist temple is really remote, and the nearest place with people is dozens of miles away.

Her neighbor now is not a village, but a garrison of troops here, and it is also more than ten miles away from the Taoist temple.

There is no communication between the two parties, but the wires of the Taoist temple are erected from there, and the telephone can have a signal, thanks to the signal tower that was set up not far away for the convenience of communication.

Speaking of which, the magnetic field of the mountain where the Taoist temple is located is a bit strange.

Zhang Su used this light to read until late at night, and when he was tired, he slept until three o'clock the next day.

Time passes very quickly, and in a blink of an eye, Zhang Su's twenty years have been spent in the mountains.

When she closed the page in her hand, the review was over.

She was still sitting under the eaves in front of the door, the autumn breeze was wheezing, her eyes jumped out of the small circle, and the leaves on the mountain were colorful and beautiful, and they were also a lot sparse.

The so-called review of the old and learn the new, the ancients did not deceive Zhang Su, she still wanted to go out, not under the mountain, but deep in the mountain.

Zhang Su walked all the way to the depths of the mountain, following an overgrown path that was not often reached by people to a cemetery.

The size of the cemetery is simply astonishing.

Zhang Laodao told Zhang Su that this was the burial place of the disciples of the Taoist temple for generations.

Now Zhang Laodao is also here.

Walking through the graves, Zhang Su found the one that belonged to Zhang Laodao.

Knelt in front of the grave and kowtowed: "Thank you Master for saving your life, nurturing and teaching over the past 20 years." ”

The mountain is called Zhouzhuo Mountain.

Walking all the way upstream along the stream of the mountain stream, the road is steep and the boulders are unafraid, if the old tree and horizontal branches were not taken by the old Taoist priest once when she was a teenager, Zhang Su couldn't imagine that there is a place like a fairyland in the depths of the mountain.

The stream flowed out of a cave, and Zhang Su stepped directly into the cold stream.

It depends on the abundant rain in the mountains during this time, otherwise it is difficult to say whether she can find this place.

After passing through a short section of the cave, Zhang Su came to her destination.

Beneath her feet was a shallow, transparent stream, but from the tip of her toe was a pool of turquoise, bottomless spring.

Master said that this spring is called the Fountain of Youth.

It is not that you will live forever if you drink the spring water, but that the large tree in front of you surrounds the spring water with its huge root system.

Over the years, the earth has become stone, and the old wood has new branches, and there has long been a magical scene of the cave.

The cave that Zhang Su just passed through is just a gap formed by the roots of old trees over thousands of years.

She stepped on the roots of the trees around her, detoured under the trunk of the tree, and found a depression that could accommodate her and sit cross-legged.

I don't know when the clouds in the mountains are swirling, and the spring is like a fairyland under the trees, Zhang Su feels that his soul is light and wants to sleep soundly, his cheeks are slightly red, and finally when the mist envelops the entire cave sky and he can't see anything.

She fell asleep.