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Chapter 1 Yunhe Temple on Qingtai Mountain (please comment!)
In early spring in March, under the warm sunshine, the warm wind melted away the last remaining chill of the cold winter.
The mountains are green and the streams are gurgling.
On the mountainside, between the shades of trees, a half-acre soil field is exposed in front of you, overgrown with weeds and spread across the vines.
There was a young man in cloth clothes with his trouser legs rolled up to his knees. The iron hoe in his hand kept falling and lifting, turning over the soil, smashing it with the hoe handle, and pushing it aside.
It can be seen that a lot of soil has been accumulated on the small field, of different sizes, and has been dried and yellowed by the bright sun.
Hey!
Another hoe fell, and the young man had a meal, but a fat and tender earthworm was dug out of the ground. The sudden change in the environment made him a little panicked. His slender body twisted, and the end with the white ring kept on the mud.
Drilling and drilling seems to bury oneself in the soil again.
Then he was pinched. The young man put his two fingers together and pushed the other person into the bamboo tube hanging at his waist without any regard for his struggle.
After closing the wooden cover, you can vaguely see many similar species through the air holes specially left in the middle.
The bait for fishing is available tomorrow. The young man has a smile on his face and a hint of expectation in his eyes. There are several stone pools and secluded springs on the mountain, as well as many streams. There are too many places for fishing. The last time I entered the forest
He discovered a new fishing spot and felt like there was something big inside.
It's just that I was busy organizing classics and repairing Taoist temples some time ago, and I couldn't spare the time for a while, so I haven't been able to do it until now.
It's such a pity.
Looking up at the sky, the young man recalled the long schedule in his mind and felt that he would have a lot of free time recently.
After thinking about it, he continued to wield the hoe, preparing to clear out this nearly deserted field this morning - at least he had to get rid of the overgrown weeds first.
It's March now, and according to my memory, it will be the "light rain" season in the near future. The rain will fall one after another, and when it will be cloudy and when it will clear up is unpredictable, but it happens to be the time to sow seeds. If I delay it all the way until then,
It was too late to take care of the fields, and I had to go down the mountain every ten days like in previous years. The trip back and forth cost a lot of time and money, and there were even more dangers along the way.
The Qingtai Mountain under his feet is not very high, but the mountain road is extremely slippery, bumpy, and winding. Insects and snakes occasionally appear. In previous years, some philanthropists who went up the mountain to offer incense were killed by the "triangular leaves" entrenched on the mountain road.
Therefore, it is undoubtedly necessary to cultivate this square acre of land before the "Pingyu".
The sun is rising, and sometimes a breeze blows, the trees tremble slightly, the branches and leaves touch each other, and the rustling sounds come and go throughout the mountains and fields.
On the field, the young man kept waving.
Time always flies when people focus on one thing. It was not until the last corner was hoeed and all the weeds were pulled out that the sweaty young man stopped his movements and wiped his forehead.
Licking his lips, he glanced at the sky.
It's not yet noon, and looking at the tidy land in front of me, I feel a sense of accomplishment.
Put down the hoe and squat on the ground.
The weeds were cleared and the rough soil plowing was basically completed. The next step was to dig ditches, the young man thought. But this matter was not urgent and there was still some time. He felt that it would not be too late to do it in the afternoon.
As for now, I naturally go to clean up and then prepare lunch.
I didn't feel it before, but when I stopped, I suddenly realized that my stomach couldn't bear it, and my internal organs seemed to be rebelling.
There was a constant gurgling sound in the abdomen, and the overwhelming feeling of hunger flooded the tip of my heart uncontrollably, like spilled juice from a bottle.
So I packed up my things and walked away quickly.
Not long after I turned around and walked away, several cornices that looked like clouds and mist poked out of the tree shade and fell into my eyes.
A few steps further in, a bay is located on the mountainside, and a peaceful and tranquil view is revealed.
There are no carved buildings or painted buildings, let alone rows upon rows of them.
Just four or five small flat-tiled houses were scattered together, piled up randomly without any sense of beauty, and thus became this Taoist temple.
Just as he was about to start, three big characters were written on the plaque:
Yunhe Temple.
After bypassing the two rows of peach trees in front of him and shaking off the mud and dust on his body, the young man stepped into the temple.
No one greeted me, no one came in or out.
He is the only one here, the fifth generation temple master and only disciple of Yunhe Temple, the contemporary Yunhezi - Chen Yu.
Of course, knowing his own weight, he did not care too much about the identity of the viewer, nor did he think about doing anything based on it.
How could a Caotou Taoist temple and a pheasant Taoist priest have the confidence to do anything? Chen Yu didn't have the intention. In his opinion, it was better to stay peacefully in the mountains farming, fishing, practicing martial arts, and occasionally reading
Download those so-called Taoist scriptures that are about to be turned over.
The days are long, isn’t it wonderful?!
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The Taoist temple is not big, and it is really difficult to distinguish between the inside and the outside. But if you insist on saying so, except for the two innermost bedrooms and the main worship hall, the rest can be called the outer courtyard.
The outermost one is the place in front of you. In the past few years or even earlier, this place was often used to receive pilgrims and philanthropists. When the old Taoist priests were still alive, they would practice pile kung fu and teach Taoism here.
It's just that things have changed and people have changed, and it has become a lot deserted.
Step into the courtyard.
There were four water jars, one large, three small and one small, lined up at the base of the wall. There had been a cold rain a few days ago, so the big one was mostly filled, and the three small ones were filled to the top.
You can vaguely see the green duckweed floating in the water tank.
On the other side, there are green pine trees and a big-headed pear tree, but they look much shorter than the former.
The two trees were separated on the left and right, slightly staggered, and each circled the grass pond, leaving a bluestone path paved with gravel in the middle.
Although the yard is not big, the arrangement of these objects in front of you is particularly exquisite, which makes it feel a bit more spacious at first glance.
Chen Yu untied the bamboo tube containing the earthworms and leaned it against the foot of the pillar. When he came to the small water tank, he rinsed his hands briefly and took a handful to wipe his face.
The cool touch penetrated his face, washing away the sweat and sludge. At the same time, his fatigue was gone. He raised his head and wiped it casually before going deeper.
The location of the worship hall is in the middle.
A huge Taoist inscription is pasted on the head of the room. When you step over, you will see a row of small stone futons arranged neatly under the incense table. And right in front of the hall is a tall porcelain statue of an old man with a long beard and eyebrows.
, holding an ancient mirror in his arms. His face looked somewhat solemn, yet kind. On both sides of it, there were many true kings of different sizes and shapes sitting there.
It is also made of ceramics, but it is not as exquisite as the first one. At a rough look, it is estimated to be no less than twenty.
These are the various true gods worshiped by Yunhe Temple.
There are many names, big and small, and there are all kinds of names. Some of their origins are purely fabricated, while many are based on heroic deeds from ancient times. The time spans vary, and the background stories are also different.
Either the good people among the people add fuel to the fire, or once they get an imperial edict, they become the true king in a daze, enjoying the incense and offerings and protecting one side at the same time.
For example, Mu Yuan, who inherited the memory of the angry-eyed Taoist wearing a robe and holding two swords in the second row from the lower left, knew that his image came from a widely circulated Xizhou folk legend.
As for the prototype, he was probably a general who fought bloody battles in the Qian Zhou Dynasty, about three hundred years ago. It is estimated that this ancient man could not have imagined that in three hundred years, he would become one of the few Taoist real people in the southwest.
There are even many side disciples who carry his name and walk around the world to get incense.
However, there are exceptions, such as those who are at the top.
One of the Taoist ancestors in this area has a great reputation. No matter in the south or north, there are countless Taoist disciples and disciples who worship him. At the same time, few people dare to use his name to cheat.
After all, all the Taoist priests who claim to be orthodox will poke their spines and spit on them. If they really meet someone as hot-tempered as Qianyang Taoism, they might even be stabbed twice.
Chen Yu, the fake Taoist priest who took the position of the temple master, naturally would not do such a dishonorable thing. Although he was originally an atheist, since he has come to this world, it is not a loss to uphold his belief. At least he can stick a stick of incense. Thoughts, he still showed enough etiquette to these immortals and true kings.
At this moment, I saw him coming to the case, lighting the incense candle skillfully, shaking four sticks of green wax and inserting them into the copper base in the center.
It is square and square, with a root planted in each corner.
There is a land and a land, and there are rules. Nowadays, people in this time and space have different rules and regulations for worship than in their memories.
Three fragrant sandalwoods represent the golden roof, one green and four wax represent respect.
Yunhe Temple is in a tight situation, so it cannot "discuss the golden dome" like Zhengyang, Linghe and other large temple sects. Fortunately, the incense and candles are cheap and they are enough. It can be considered as a token of appreciation.
Not long after, the smoke carrying the fragrance of wood and grass spiraled upwards, landed several feet above the desk, and dispersed in an instant.
Chen Yu bowed his head in a decent manner, clapped his hands and turned around and entered the kitchen.
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