The sun sets over the western mountains, and fire clouds burn the sky.
The turbid Qi decreases and the Yin Qi rises.
In the central hall of the Taoist temple, which was leaking air from all sides and water leaking from top to bottom, Yunsong, who was dressed in a rough indigo preacher's robe, swept the ground with a bald broom, and then held his breath and lit three pillars of fragrance——
It's not that he thinks the tribute incense is sacred, but the ignition tool is a huozhezi. The fireworks are too weak and can be blown out with a little breath.
A red light appears on the fire fold, and a red light lights up on the incense head.
Smoke rises faintly.
He first put the incense on his forehead and bowed his waist in salute, then inserted it into the incense burner on the altar table with a sad face.
Behind the offering table is a stone platform, on which sits the Taoist Lord.
The clay Taoist Lord has a solemn face and is not angry. He is sitting on the stone platform in Yuanyuezhi, overlooking the altar table in front of him and the pine trees in front of it.
Yun Song felt that Master Patriarch was dissatisfied.
Because the merit box under the offering table was empty, and the small incense burner on the offering table was chipped and chipped.
How shabby!
But he is even more dissatisfied, and his current situation is even more miserable!
He was originally a good young man with no future. As a post-90s generation, he was born into a glorious family. Both his parents were members of the Workers' and Peasants' Alliance: one was a migrant worker and the other was also a migrant worker.
The two elders have been working first in farming and then working all their lives, down-to-earth and ordinary.
Later, with him in the family, his life became plain and practical:
My grades in school were good or bad, I majored in biotechnology in college, which was good or bad, and after graduation I found a job as a veterinary drug laboratory, which was good or bad...
When I go to work, I have my beloved Malibu to transport me around. When I get home from work, there is a Fat House Happy Meal waiting for me. After dinner, I can have a quick drink with my computer...
But time travel is just like love, it catches people off guard when it comes!
He didn't provoke anyone that day, but he saw a silver coin at the door of his house after get off work. He picked up the silver coin, and everything changed——
Yun Song, a good young man in the city, traveled through time and became the young Taoist Yun Song from the Four Eyes Temple in Yunshang Mountain!
Recalling his past experiences, he took out the silver coin from his arms.
This is what traveled with him.
At first glance, the silver coins are similar to those circulated during the Republic of China, but upon closer inspection they are different.
Only one side of it is silver-white, with the words "Debao Silver Coin" written on it.
The other side was gray and black, and there were words on it, a circle of words, but Yunsong didn't recognize it.
He has never seen such writing.
Yun Song could guess that his time traveling to the Four Eyes Observation was related to this silver coin.
But what exactly is it?
How does it work as a time travel?
What should I do to put it back on?
He thought about it for days and nights, but still couldn't figure out these problems.
At this moment, he was really confused and wanted to ask Mr.
But Lord Dao remained silent and looked at the shabby altar table with dissatisfaction as usual.
One person and one god.
One is mindless and the other is unhappy.
Seeing this, Yunsong couldn't help but sigh: "Oh, Grandmaster, the most important thing about being a god is to be happy."
"At least you still have three pillars of fragrance to enjoy. How about me, disciple? I've been hungry since morning!"
The Four Eyes Monastery was built on a barren mountain. There was no fertile land for cultivation, no support from believers, and a lack of materials.
Originally, he was not the only one in this Taoist temple, he also had a master.
But before he traveled through time, his cheap master seemed to have just gone down the mountain.
When I left, I took all the food with me.
I left him a letter.
The message on the envelope was solemn:
‘My disciple opened the path in person.
If you are in a desperate situation, this letter can save your life once. Don't take it out until you are in desperate situation.
Teacher, keep your eyes open.’
This message frightened Yun Song, and he did not dare to open the letter casually. In the past few days after traveling back in time, he relied solely on the fruits in the courtyard to satisfy his hunger and the blessing of Taozu to avoid starving to death.
However, today all the ripe fruits were eaten, leaving only a few green ones.
As the old saying goes, green fruits are fun for a man, but green fruits are not tasty and are so sour and bitter that he really can’t eat them.
After complaining, Yun Song still had to figure out how to fill his stomach.
But he turned around and looked around. There were only dilapidated mud and stone walls and a few wooden windows with torn paper...
So the window edge is soft, can you close your eyes and chew it like a soft bone?
The light of the setting sun shines in through the gap in the window paper, the light is blurry, and the dust is floating...
Why is it a bit like when making fried noodles, turning the pot with a spatula causes the cooked flour to float up?
This association made him wipe his mouth.
There is really no way.
He put the money into his pocket and took out the letter left by the cheap master.
Speaking of which, this letter is very impressive.
The envelope feels soft and smooth, as if it is made of some kind of animal skin, with many textures such as moire patterns painted on the four sides.
very nice.
The words on it are quite bluffing: Do not take it out until you are in desperate situation.
He considered that he was now so hungry that he wanted to chew on the edges of the window and suck dust to fill his stomach. This should be considered a desperate situation.
So it’s totally fine to open it now—right?
He thought about it for a while, but finally couldn't bear the growling of his stomach, so he simply opened the envelope.
A piece of papyrus filled with densely written small characters appeared in front of him.
The paper was written in traditional Chinese characters, and Yun Song read it in confusion.
Above is a message from his cheap master.
The letter said that he stayed in such a deserted mountain to keep his promise and wait for a secret.
As a result, the secret has not yet appeared, and now the land of Kyushu is facing a disaster unprecedented in thousands of years. His junior brother encountered a life-and-death crisis on the way to remove the corpse, so he decided to go down the mountain to save the world.
The more I look at it, the more disappointed I become.
But when he saw the end of the letter, Yun Song's eyes finally lit up.
The last sentence of the letter stated: Disciple, you should know that the plaque below the gate of this temple is made of red sandalwood. Behind the plaque is hidden the dried meat carefully dried by the master, which can even ward off hunger.
This information made him slap his thigh fiercely!
No wonder he rummaged through the Taoist temple in the past few days, except for a visit to the latrine. In the end, he didn't even dig out a grain of rice. The only remaining food in the Taoist temple was stored outside!
Naughty!
He excitedly opened the door and ran out. There was a sour "creak" sound, and the old wooden door was about to fall.
Looking at the two broken doors, Yun Song didn't know for a moment whether these things were used to protect the Taoist temple or were used by the former Taoist priests to play with.
The wooden boards are all patinated.
I'm afraid water might come out if I put it on the plate again.
The door opened, and green grass, red flowers and white stones came into view.
The Taoist temple is on the top of a mountain.
Smell lightly and hear the fragrance of flowers. Listen to the chirping of birds.
Looking up, you can see the blue sky and white clouds, and looking around you can see the dancing shadows of trees.
From a close look, there are mountains and mountains, shrouded in clouds and mist, and from a distance, there are criss-crossing streets and scattered houses under the mountain.
The scenery is quite beautiful.
But he had no interest.
He has only one thought right now: let’s get some food done!
The plaque on the gate of the Taoist temple is three meters above the ground, and there is a gate tower above it, which can block the rain but not the wind. It is really a good place to make dried meat.
Yun Song happily dragged a table over, stepped on it, and touched the back of the plaque. He had never eaten meat that smelled of sandalwood.
Then it came up empty.
Only my fingers were a little oily.
But, what about meat?
Mine! The wind, dry, meat is here!
Where has it gone?
Let the plaque be made?
Yun Song blankly took out the letter and looked at it again. Under the sunlight, he discovered that there were words on the back.
So he continued to look down, and the first sentence he said was: The taste is very delicious. In order to prevent the presence of dried meat from affecting your Taoist mind, the master took them all away. You don't need to worry about it anymore, just concentrate on your homework...
Heartbroken!
Yun Song raised his head in despair.
A dilapidated Taoist temple fell into his eyes.
The Simu Temple is very small, with a small courtyard, three small rooms arranged side by side, and a bluestone path leading from the gate to the middle hall.
The small courtyard is divided into two halves in the middle by a path, with a few peach trees planted in one half and some junk and debris piled up in the other half.
Shockingly crude and old!
He turned to look at the west sky speechlessly.
The setting sun gradually sets in the west, the sky is filled with red clouds, and the mountain mist floats like orange gauze...
His mind was so shocked by the beautiful scenery that he could not help but sigh: "Sunset Industry! After traveling through it, I finally entered a sunset industry!"
He returned to the middle hall of the Taoist temple in low spirits. For a moment, he felt sad.
In the evening, the mountain wind was very cold, and there was air leakage from all directions in the nave.
The mountain wind came out of the cracks in the window and made a "whooshing" sound, blowing the broken white window paper and swaying, and some of the window paper was so thin that it flew up.
Like torn paper money.
The envelope was blown and rolled around on the ground. He lazily picked it up and pressed it with the incense burner. At this time, a knock on the door sounded from behind him:
"Bang bang bang, bang bang bang!"
He looked sharply at the door.
A fat middle-aged man was standing at the door carrying a thin old man with dry white hair on his back.
The two of them were dressed strangely. They both wore stand-up collared gowns that Yun Song had never seen in real life.
The two gowns are of the same color and style, with the same cuffs and placket styles, as well as the same cloth buttons on the collars. At first glance, they are made by the same person.
The middle-aged man was leaning on a cane and holding on to the door panel. He was panting and his face was dark.
The old man was lying on his back, his head was paralyzed, his arms were drooped, and the skin of his hands was wrinkled and dry like chicken skin, blue and white and bloodless.
The sun sets.
The afterglow is strong.
The residual light was red, and the hair on the two people's bodies seemed to be splashed with a layer of blood.
The person who knocked on the door was a fat middle-aged man. Holding the door, he raised his body with difficulty and looked inside the Taoist temple. He suddenly came face to face with Yun Song.
Yunsong was a little nervous subconsciously.
This is the first time he has seen people since time travel.
And he instinctively felt that there was something wrong with the arrival of the two of them.
Just as he was about to think carefully about the problem, a fat and white middle-aged man had already greeted him: "Taiyi save Ku Tianzun, Wang Youde has met my little brother!"
"May I ask, little brother, where is Taoist Master Four Eyes? I have something important to ask him."
When Yun Song heard the other party mention his master, he subconsciously thought of the food that was taken away.
This made him suddenly depressed and sad.
He then said gloomily: "Donor, it's unlucky for you to come. My master left a few days ago."
Seeing his change of mood, Wang Youde suddenly looked bleak: "What? Taoist Master Simu is gone? When did he leave? The last time we met was a year ago. I didn't expect that parting would be forever..."
I squeezed my blistered eyes, and the circles under my eyes suddenly turned red.
"It's not farewell. Donor Wang, you misunderstood what Xiaodao said!" Yun Song hurriedly explained, "My master is gone, ran away, traveled down the mountain to save the world, not gone, died, died, or threw himself on the street."
He believed that this explanation was enough to make the plan for his cheap master clear.
Since the other party was an old acquaintance of his Taoist temple, there was no reason for him to let him wait outside the door.
So Yun Song went up to him and said, "Donor Wang, please come in first. What's wrong with this old gentleman on your back? Come on, come on. I'll help you along the path. You go ahead and sit down and have a rest."
Watching him step forward and reach out to his back, Wang Youde looked surprised: "What, what are you doing on your back, old man? I came here alone."
Follow him as he talks.
The thin old man lying on his back slowly raised his head and looked at Yun Song.
Chapter completed!