In the small courtyard, Old Man Wang held the cigarette stick, smoking a cigarette with a loud horn, a half-crippled arm shaking, and struggling to hold a copper wire to pluck the burned cigarette ash. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The old man's stubble-covered mouth inhaled sharply at the cigarette stick, spit out a circle of smoke rings, and said to a middle-aged woman sitting on the side who was doing a handiwork.

"Mother, you said that Xiaoyu locked himself in the hut and didn't even come out to eat, what are you doing?"

"I also think it's strange, this kid usually comes back after herding the cow, he will take a bath, come over on time to eat, when he goes out this morning, he says that he is going to some fairy temple, and when he comes back, he hides in the house without saying a word. Look, the food on the table is cold!" the woman shook her head helplessly.

"Immortal King Temple, this kid went to Immortal King Temple?" said the old man Wang, who opened his mouth with a cigarette stick, and said with wide eyes.

"Isn't it the ruined temple on Fuyun Mountain across the river, what's all the fuss. Xiao Yu said that the grass is dense there, which is a good place to graze cattle?" The woman put a long needle through the sole of her shoe, raised her head, glanced at the old man Wang, and said.

"Oh, yes, that temple is an evil place, my Wang Tie Lao has a son, just this single seedling, I have to worry. Wang Tie knocked the cigarette pot on a whetstone on the side, a spark appeared, and he sighed lightly.

"What are you talking about? Didn't Xiaoyu come back safely. The woman stopped her work and said with some displeasure.

"It's good that Xiaoyu is back, don't wait for this kid first, come, eat." Wang Tie hurriedly put down the cigarette stick, gave the woman a smile, picked up a large piece of dried vegetables with chopsticks and put it in the bowl in front of the woman.

"Eat slowly, don't choke. The woman put down the handiwork, picked up the bowl, looked at Wang Tie, and said.

"Mmmm, Madame, hurry up and eat, the dishes are cold. Wang Tie put a piece of radish in his mouth, chewed it a few times, swallowed it, and said.

"Hmm. The woman nodded, picked up her chopsticks, and ate slowly.

A false wall made of a fence separates the small courtyard into a front yard and a back yard.

In a small house in the backyard, a young man dressed in coarse cloth clothes with thick eyebrows and big eyes was sitting on a small wooden table, carefully looking at a broken bowl placed on it, and his face showed a trace of curiosity.

The young man's name is Wang Xiaoyu, fifteen years old this year, the son of the old man Wang, and the only seedling of the Wang family.

Because his family was poor and had never gone to school, the old man Wang was a cripple, so Wang Xiaoyu stayed at home and helped his mother do housework, chop wood, sweep the yard or something.

There is also a task, which is to pull the old cow of the family on the mountain every day and release it, which also saves money to buy forage.

Today, I pulled the cow and went to the Xianwang Temple, and found a broken bowl inside, Wang Xiaoyu gritted his teeth and brought it back.

I thought it was something magical, but I didn't see anything magical after watching it for a long time.

The bowl has a layer of dirt on the surface and a fingernail-sized notch around the edge.

In several places on the periphery and inside the bowl, the part that is as white as jade is exposed, which is extremely warm to the touch, and moistens the hands with brilliance.

"I rummaged through the Temple of the Immortal King, and I found a broken bowl. Zhang Banxian didn't say that the temple was lived by the immortals, and there were any elixirs and other things hidden, it seemed that he was fooled, and Ming'er came back to him to theorize. ”

Putting the broken bowl in his hand, Wang Xiaoyu was disappointed.

A few days ago, Wang Xiaoyu met Zhang Banxian at the head of the village, and heard him say that there was a broken temple on the barren mountain across the river, and this broken temple once lived in a great immortal, and then the immortal left, and this temple could not withstand the wind and sun, and became a broken temple.

After the gods left, they left many treasures in the temple, which ordinary people could not see, and only those who were destined for the gods could see and get them.

Zhang Banxian's words made Wang Xiaoyu's heart moved, he had dreamed of becoming an immortal since he was a child, and he couldn't help but have a plan to go to the Xianwang Temple to explore.

If you can find these treasures in the temple, even if you can't be a god, you can be a half-immortal.

Maybe I'm the one who has a fairy fate.

After Wang Xiaoyu came back, she thought about it all night.

The next day, he drove the old cattle of the family, pasted two talismans that Zhang Banxian begged for, and went to the Xianwang Temple, a place that the whole village did not dare to go, known as the land of evil and evil.

He crossed the river, went up the mountain, drove the cattle into a grassy hillside, and then bravely entered the Temple of the Immortal King.

As soon as he entered the temple gate, he was greatly disappointed, except for a breath of yin qi inside, it was tattered, and there was not even some decent things.

Wang Xiaoyu walked around the temple and found a broken bowl full of incense plaster next to an incense burner with a missing leg.

The broken bowl is used to hold sesame oil, because no one has come to add incense and oil for a long time, the sesame oil in the bowl is burned out and drained.

Without sesame oil, a broken bowl would be useless.

The oil stains inside the bowl were covered with a lot of incense ash, which mixed with the dust falling from the temple and turned into mud and dirt, which covered the bowl.

After a long time, the incense bowl has become what it is now.

Holding the bowl in her hand, Yu Xiaoyu sighed and put it in her pocket.

Alas, it can't come in vain, so take it back.

Walking out of the Xianwang Temple, Wang Xiaoyu took out the old scalper lying on the slope with a round belly and rushed home.

"Yu'er, come and eat, the dishes are cold. ”

Just as Wang Xiaoyu was immersed in his memories, his mother's shouting came from the courtyard, interrupting his thoughts.

"Got it, mother. ”

Wang Xiaoyu agreed and quickly walked out of the door.

Half an hour later, Yu Xiaoyu returned to the hut, closed the door, looked unhappy, and sighed.

"Daddy won't let me go to that mountain to graze cattle, I thought I would go to the vicinity of the temple to explore it again!"

At the dinner table, Yu Xiaoyu was severely reprimanded by Old Man Wang, and Old Man Wang made a rule that he was not allowed to go to that mountain again to herd cattle in the future, otherwise he would have no food to eat when he came back.

's mother, who has always been protective of her shortcomings, surprisingly complied with her father, and kept silent beside her, just putting vegetables in Wang Xiaoyu's bowl.

As soon as the old man Wang turned over his words, Wang Xiaoyu didn't have the heart to eat anymore, so he picked up a few bites, then got up and returned to the backyard hut quietly.

"Forget it, if you don't go, you won't go, what's good there, except for the dense grass and the fragrance of wild fruits, there is nothing else. And the ruined temple is standing there alone, it really feels a little gloomy, fortunately I am bold, not so afraid, if it is Zhang Gouzi and Li Tiedan, maybe..."Thinking of Zhang Gouzi and Li Tiedan's timid appearance, Wang Xiaoyu couldn't help but laugh, and her heart was much more comfortable.

Glancing at the dirty and broken bowl placed on the table, Wang Xiaoyu frowned, went out to the jar in the small courtyard to fetch a bucket of water, put the bowl in the bucket, and cleaned it.

Although the mud was hard, it soon softened and dissolved under the soaking of water, and under the constant scrubbing of Wang Xiaoyu's hands, it dissolved and sank to the bottom of the barrel.

Half an hour later, Wang Xiaoyu cleaned the broken bowl, poured dirty water into the garden next to the firewood room, and then put down the bucket and walked into the firewood room, holding the bowl in his hand and watching.

The broken bowl is silvery-white, with a notch as big as a fingernail on the edge, and mysterious words as big as a little finger are engraved on the outer edge of the bowl, which are closely arranged together, like a ribbon enclosing the bowl.

Several leaves are carved on the inner wall of the bowl, the tails intersect and slope upwards.

The leaves are elongated, a bit like locust leaves, but if you look closely, the lines are not.

There are six leaves in total, in groups of two, evenly spread on the walls of the bowl.

Although it is painted, if you look closely, it looks like it is glued to the bowl, and it is very realistic.

Other than that, there's nothing special about it, and if it's mixed with other bowls, you won't be able to find it.

After all, some of the bowls are also depicted with some patterns. For example, landscapes, people, and their miscellaneous images. Some skilled painters draw patterns that are colorful and lifelike.

This bowl was originally intended to be added to the kitchen for my mother, but it was missing, and there was no need to serve it on the table, so I should bring it myself, and when I herd the cattle in the future, I would give the old cattle a spoon of water.

Wang Xiaoyu put the broken bowl into a small cloth bag for dry food under the table, looked at the starry sky through the window, looked sleepy, yawned, closed the doors and windows, and fell asleep on the bed.