After listening to it for a long time, Yunmo gradually figured out some of the situation, the auspicious sudden fall three years ago, without warning, if it had to be connected with anything, it was related to a person named Xie Guangkun in the village. It is said that Xie Guangkun's son Xie Yongqiang is the most educated person in this village, who once went down the mountain to study in the town and was admitted to Xiucai, but there was no news after several years of the exam, so he had no choice but to return to the countryside to farm. This Xie Guangkun's house is full of hillside land, it is indeed not good to grow grain, and he himself does not bother to bother on it, but just collects some mountain goods everywhere and sells them down the mountain, plus the tofu workshop of his in-law Wang Laoqi's family has a good business, and the two families can help him. It's just that after Xie Yongqiang returned from the big town, he wanted to live a better life, so he developed a few acres of mountainous land at home, planted some fruit trees, and prepared to sell fruits to the towns below the mountain.

His orchard was not built smoothly, the key is the water problem, there was a small lake on the top of the mountain, he worked hard to dig a canal to lead the lake to the orchard, who knew that the sky did not fulfill people's wishes, only half a year, this small lake water is not large and dried up. Xie Yongqiang had no choice but to dig a well near this orchard, the land near this orchard was so humid that anyone with a discerning eye could see that there was water underground, but he couldn't dig it, and the experienced old farmers in the village couldn't say why. More than a dozen wells were drilled in a row to the stone layer, and the Xie family gave up, but this Xie Yongqiang read averagely, but he had his own scholarly spirit, regardless of the persuasion of his father Xie Guangkun, insisted on digging wells. He dug a well all the way to the depths of a wild bamboo forest on the mountain, but he was told to make a hot hot spring gushing out, and a small stream formed out of the bamboo forest, and it sank into the river where the villagers usually drank.

Soon after, there was a good omen of heavenly auspiciousness, although the monks of those sects checked and unanimously determined that there was nothing special in this hot spring, but the local people thought that it was related to this hot spring.

Yunmo was a little disappointed when he heard this, it was all groundless speculation by the villagers, the spring had been inspected by the elders of several sects, and the visitors who came here also went to take a look, and they were all about to be developed into an open-air swimming pool! There are very few treasures that have not been discovered, so he can only do his best to obey the destiny of heaven and try his luck.

After listening to it for a while, I really didn't have any interest in continuing to watch them spit and fiercely argue about whether Wang Changgui's little daughter-in-law Xie Wucun had a leg with Wang Dana, the richest man in Songshan Town, or hooked up with Steward Liu of Wang Dana's family, Yunmo got up and wanted to leave, and suddenly a drunk at a table sighed: "I'm afraid the auspiciousness of our village is really gone, the bamboo in the bamboo forest a few years ago is shining and hard, and now it has also dimmed."

Yunmo was shocked in his heart, walked out quietly, and asked Xiao Er about the identity of the person when he checked out, and learned that the person was a carpenter in the village, and the carpentry and bamboo work were good. He secretly guessed that the problem was not in the hot spring, but in the bamboo forest.

Walking out of the restaurant, Yunmo felt that those people were still looking for him, he didn't want to meet them and cause unnecessary trouble, so he hurriedly bypassed them and walked towards the mountain, on the way up the mountain, he saw a richly decorated carriage driving into the village entrance from a distance - they had arrived.

Yunmo's muscles tightened, and he quickened his pace up the mountain.

That bamboo forest is actually very easy to find, along the stream flowing out of this hot spring to the mountain, passing by Xie Yongqiang orchard, it is the harvest season, the golden red and gorgeous one by one, looking at it is mouth-watering. Taking advantage of the fact that he was far away from the workers and not paying attention, he smoothed a few, a big one with thin skin, juicy and meaty, and it was delicious to be sweet and sour in the mouth. Yunmo ate a few and tasted it carefully, which seemed to contain a little aura, a little richer than the hot spring water he had just drunk, presumably condensed by the fruit tree in the process of growth. It's just that this content is too small, ordinary people drink hot spring water, eat this fruit, and persist for a period of time can also have the effect of strengthening the body and even regenerating muscles and bones, but for monks, it is too thin.

He nodded very leaderly: "Well, that's good." Yunmo immediately rushed into the bamboo forest in eight steps. Because he was discovered by the workers who were guarding the orchard

At this time, it was noon, the head was strong, the light and shadow in the bamboo forest were mottled but cool and comfortable, and the cloud and ink seemed to have returned to the main peak and returned to the black bamboo forest. There are bamboo leaves on the ground that have been around for an unknown number of years, exuding a somewhat bitter and fragrant smell, which makes people a little addictive after smelling for a long time. Yunmo took a deep breath, swept away the fatigue of running back and forth, and carefully searched this bamboo forest.

This bamboo forest is full of ordinary varieties of bamboo, fold off a bamboo and check it carefully, but didn't find anything deliberate, Yunmo laughed at himself: he actually took the drunkard's nonsense seriously. So he walked along the stream to the spring deep in the bamboo forest, and used this bamboo pole as a cane to flip the bamboo leaves piled up on the ground, hoping to find something on the ground.

In fact, this is Yunmo's loneliness, the bamboo pole in his hand is much tougher than ordinary bamboo, but although he has seen bamboo in his previous life, he has never studied what its color and feel should look like, and the bamboo he sees in this life, whether it is the black knot bamboo of the big bamboo peak or the tear bamboo of the small bamboo peak, are all different kinds of spiritual roots, cultivated in the fairy mountain, and swallow the aura at night, which is a hundred times tougher than this grass root bamboo.

The hot spring is not large, and the mouth of the spring has been artificially opened in the shape of a pool, and the stream, which was originally formed by the spring water flowing and washed by itself, has been repaired neatly, and the ground is paved with large stones and made of blue bricks, and it winds all the way to the bottom of the mountain. The water that first gushes out of the spring is still steaming slightly, and it is tumbling.

Yunmo had just eaten a few fruits, and his mouth was sweet and greasy and sticky, and when he saw this hot spring, he took a handful of them in this pool and drank them. Although it was not so hot, it was still slightly warm, perhaps because it had just gushed out of the ground, and the spring water in this pool had a slight strange smell, but there was a more obvious aura in the entrance. Yunmo was overjoyed, regardless of being choked by the spring water, and hurriedly drank a few large sips in a row, and sure enough, there was an aura, which was much stronger than that in the fruit. Although it is far from enough for the monk, it at least shows that the source of this aura comes from this hot spring.

Just when Yunmo wondered why there was such an obvious clue, the surrounding sects had not found it, but he felt that the aura in this spring water was gradually thinning unconsciously, until it disappeared.

Sure enough, there was a problem!