The wood door was tattered, and it opened at the touch of a button, but it was only halfway open.

With a strong push and a squeak, the door opened.

The mountain looked small, but when he walked in, he found that this was a courtyard that was at least two or three times larger than Zhou Ang's house.

There are five main rooms, with a corridor, and three other rooms in the west wing, and the southeast corner is obviously a thatched toilet.

There was a jujube tree at the door of the west wing, with dry branches and no leaves, probably dead.

There is a fish tank in the courtyard, not high, wide mouth, big belly poop, two water lily leaves floating on the water surface, under the green lotus leaves, there seem to be two red carp swimming.

When I walked into the courtyard, I found that the courtyard walls, including the corridor, had not been repaired and maintained for I don't know how many years - the corridor was supposed to be carved and painted, but now it was mottled and peeled off to the point that only some fragments of unidentified ornamentation remained, and scattered on it.

The red paint on the four pillars that supported the corridor had long since peeled off to the point where only spots remained.

But this was not the most surprising thing for Zhou Ang, what surprised him the most was that there was still a pile of swept snow under the jujube tree, which had not yet melted!

Or rather, it's melting.

There was the sound of a boy reading in the room—

“...... The guest said: 'Xu Gong is not as beautiful as a gentleman. 'Tomorrow when Xu Gong comes, he will look at it and think that he is inferior, and he will look at himself in the mirror, and he will be as far away. When he thought about it at dusk, he said: 'The beauty of my wife is my self, the beauty of my concubine is afraid of me, and the beauty of my guests is what I want. ’”

Zhou Ang was still staring blankly at the pile of snow.

It's incomprehensible that there is still snow in the yard at the end of spring and the beginning of summer.

At this time, the sound of the boy in the room reading had stopped, and when Zhou Ang came back to his senses and turned his head to look at the door, he saw that there were two people standing under the corridor at some point.

A rich old man, wearing a dark blue kudzu cloth robe, tied with a dark ribbon, and a beautiful jade pendant on his waist, looked about fifty or sixty years old, with a long beard and gray hair, standing there with his hands together, smiling.

An old boy of about eleven or twelve years old, dressed in a blue straight jacket and a straw rope around his waist, had a handsome appearance, and his eyes were full of surprise and expectation.

The middle-aged man who brought Zhou Ang into the door slowly spoke at this time, and said: "Since you have entered my door wall, you should know these two people!" The elder is named Zheng Huan, the word Zhaoming, your second uncle, the young one's name is Ao Chun, Zhaoming's disciple grandson, and your nephew. ”

Speaking of this, he pointed to himself and said, "My name is Xu Fu, and my words are beautiful." ”

Zhou Anggang arched his hand, and before he could speak, Xu Fu had already said again: "There are no rules for entering my door wall, and there is no cumbersome etiquette. ”

Zhou Ang hesitated when he heard this, but he didn't speak, just lifted his hem, immediately knelt on the ground, lay down upright, and kowtowed to the door.

But when he raised his head, he couldn't help but ask, "Is it just one kowtow?"

According to his experience in the past two lives, let's not talk about it if it's too cumbersome, generally apprenticeship or something, at least there must be an apprenticeship ceremony, how can you have to bow three or four times or something, so that it looks solemn.

But at this time, Xu Fu smiled when he heard this: "My disciple, I don't worship sentient beings, I don't worship sages, and I don't worship gods and Buddhas. Heaven and earth should be worshipped. The rest, even your master and me, are just a few examples. ”

Zhou Ang didn't dare to ask again, he immediately got up, but he still bowed deeply to his master Xu Fu and shouted, "Disciple Zhou Ang, meet Master!"

Xu Fu didn't refute it, only shook his head slightly, and said, "I've seen your uncle!"

So Zhou Ang turned around and bowed seriously to the rich old man who had avoided the door, that is, his uncle Zheng Huan, and said, "Disciple Zhou Ang, I have seen my uncle." ”

That Zheng Huan slowly bowed his head and said, "Okay!

The voice is thick.

Xu Fu said again at this time: "I told you just now, I am a mountain gate, but there are only a few people, today you have seen most of them, you have a third uncle, but recently it is not good, see you again another day! Recently, you have entered my door wall, and my mountain gate is considered to be a total of five people!"

Speaking of this, he looked at the big boy Ao Chun and said, "You should have seen your uncle!"

The child's eyes flickered, and he actually asked, "Shouldn't it be Uncle Shi?"

Xu Fu was stunned, and after a while, he said: "Although you started early, your master doesn't know when you will have the opportunity to get started, so it should be the master." ”

Ao Chun's eyes rolled, and he seemed to have figured it out, and quickly straightened his body, bowed to Zhou Ang in a righteous manner, and said, "Disciple Ao Chun, I have seen Uncle Shi!"

Zhou Ang squeezed out a smile and nodded.

He always thought the kid was a little weird.

At this time, Xu Fu seemed to be very satisfied, and asked again: "Zhou Ang, do you have a table?"

Zhou Ang replied honestly: "The disciple is eighteen this year, and there is no expression. ”

Xu Fu twisted his beard, and after a while, he said: "Since you have entered my door wall, I should take a table of words for you." Your name is Ang, so take a word and call it Zixiu!"

Zhou Ang immediately saluted again and said, "Thank you Master for giving you the word." ”

Xu Fu bowed his head, turned his head to Zheng Huan and said, "In this case, I won't go in, you can take him for a few days." ”

After that, he turned around and went out, and under Zhou Ang's stunned gaze, he strode down the mountain without looking back—what is the situation? My master just accepted me as an apprentice, and then left by himself?

At this time, Zheng Huan ordered Xiao Ao Chun to close the door, and beckoned to Zhou Ang, saying, "Come!"

Zhou Ang didn't have time to think about it, walked over quickly, and followed Zheng Huan into the room.

The house is built quite high, and it feels very spacious, but the interior is the same as the outside, and it feels a little in disrepair, but compared to the outside, it is still slightly better.

Of the five main rooms, three of them were opened, obviously used as a main hall, or a living room, but as soon as Zhou Ang entered, he found that the hall was empty, only four futons were placed in the middle, and the daily home such as tables and chairs next to it were all there, but some very important things were missing.

For example......

Even if the throne of the gods is not released in the main hall, according to the film and television dramas and novels, we generally have to hang a few portraits of the predecessors and sages, right?

This at least seems to us to have a bit of a background!

But no, there were neither statues nor portraits in the main hall.

Look closely, on the big table against the wall in the middle, there seems to be a sign, Zhou Ang took a closer look, but it was still those two words: heaven and earth.

This time it's just written vertically.

As if sensing his actions, Zheng Huan smiled and said: "There is no need to look for it, our mountain gate has neither sages to mold nor great virtues to stand on, so we have to write the words 'heaven and earth' to make a meaning! The sky is boundless and wide, and the earth is boundless and heavy, so why do you and I need to worship!"

Zhou Ang barely squeezed out a smile, thought of an important question, and saw that his uncle named Zheng Huan had always been smiling kindly, and seemed to be a generous elder, so he couldn't help but ask, "Uncle Shi, why are there so few people in our mountain sect?" Isn't it said that the sect of cultivating immortals often occupies several peaks and hundreds of disciples?"

Zheng Huan really answered when he asked, but said with a smile: "It's a lot now! When I started thirty years ago, your master was the only one in the mountain gate!"

When Zhou Ang heard this, he couldn't help but be surprised.