Chapter 11 The Taoist priest goes down the mountain and asks for nothing ()
Chapter 11 The Taoist priest goes down the mountain (asking for nothing (˙ー˙))
As the saying goes, there are people outside people, and there are mountains outside mountains.
Just like Chen Yu was doing at this time, he finally got off Qingtai after twists and turns, and not far away he saw a mountain blocking his way.
"Little Taoist Priest, is this Taoist Priest Li of Yunhe Temple on Qingtai Mountain a disciple?"
In the distance, a green cow swept its tail, chewed the tender grass in its mouth, and walked in his direction while carrying a half-sized baby on its back.
Chen Yu looked around and saw an old man wearing a bamboo hat standing in the field, holding a cow rope in his hand. He walked closer and asked in a local dialect.
Having inherited his memory, he had no problem reading, writing, and listening, but he had some difficulty with dialects, so he used Mandarin, which is the elegant language of this world.
"My father-in-law, you are polite. My master's surname is Li. May I ask my father-in-law's name?"
Chen Yu did not neglect him. He looked at the old man, who looked at least fifty or sixty years old. He was considered a very senior elder in this world.
While showing some respect appropriately, he was also somewhat unsure of the relationship between the man in front of him and the old Taoist priest.
The next moment, I saw the old man waving his hands repeatedly and laughing:
"Young Taoist Priest, please don't be too polite. Taoist Li was very helpful to the villages at the foot of the mountain. If it weren't for him, how could any of the 20 or 30 villages in the eight townships within ten miles of Qingtai Mountain have lived a stable life for so many years?"
The old man spoke eloquently, and was not only full of energy but also very organized. He was completely different from an old country man with white beard and hair and a skinny yellow cheek.
I heard him say again, "A few years ago, I often went up the mountain to listen to Master Li's sermons, but as I got older, my legs and feet were shaking so much that I couldn't climb the mountain anymore."
Speaking of this, the old man seemed to be feeling a little emotional. He glanced at the mountain not far away, as if he could still see the Taoist temple on the mountain, and he was lost in thought.
There are many Taoist temples near Qingtai, but in the old man's opinion, Taoist Master Li from Yunhe Temple is the most powerful, and he has all kinds of Taoist classics at his fingertips.
It's a pity that I couldn't listen to it again before Dao Changxian left.
Afterwards, the two of them stood by the field bank and chatted for a while while it was still early in the day.
The big green cow looked at it and continued to eat the grass.
The baby on the cow's back looked left and right, stretching out its little hands to shake it in the air from time to time, and chirping at the butterflies hovering on the grass in the distant fields.
According to the old man, his family is located in a village called Yungu behind the mountain. He has lived here for generations and his ancestors also produced two craftsmen, a carpenter and a stonemason.
Not a carpenter or a masonry worker, but a craftsman who has learned from his master.
Their status and ability to support their families are completely incompatible. The former is a low-class person, while the latter has food to eat wherever he goes.
The stonemason was the old man's father, and he once participated in the construction of Yunhe Temple.
"Things were peaceful back then, and Guangyong Mansion was still called Guangping Mansion. It's not like it is now, alas..."
The old man's father, Xiang Dao, said that when Yunhe Temple was first built, he brought his own dry food to the mountain to help with the work. He, who was still young at the time, was also brought along to help move stones and wood.
Chen Yu listened on the sidelines, but his predecessor did not remember these things, and the old Taoist priest didn't talk much about them. Of course, he might have told them, but his predecessor's elm-headed head didn't remember them at all.
But no matter what, when he listened to the old man talking about the past word by word, he was not impatient at all, but listened with great interest.
During this period, Chen Yu also occasionally took over the conversation, because he saw that the old man had been influenced by his father's generation and also yearned for a Taoist manager, so what he inserted were mostly fables from Taoist books, and he added a few sentences from time to time.
Zou Zou's words made the two of them talk happily for a while.
Moo~
Ouch! The horn of the cow gently nudged the old man who was fascinated by the conversation. After the interruption, the two of them turned around to look. Only then did they realize that the doll on the cow's back had already tilted half of its body out at some point, as if the next moment.
To fall to the ground.
Unconsciously, he was still scratching and playing with the butterflies flying around.
The old man's heart tightened, and he quickly took it over, holding the baby's upper body in his arms.
"Shui baby, you were so careless! You almost fell. If you really fell to the ground, your butt would burst!"
While teasing, he softly 'reprimanded'.
Chen Yu became excited when he saw it, and he also stretched out his fingers in front of the doll's round little face, shaking it from side to side.
At least he has some martial arts skills, and his fingers are much more flexible than ordinary people. At first glance, it looks like two little people dancing.
Yeah! Damn!
Sure enough, the little boy's attention was attracted, and his tiger-headed head poked out of the old man's arms, and a pair of big black eyes followed his fingers moving left and right.
"This doll is spiritual."
Chen Yu praised it heartily.
It can be seen that the old man's love for children is not mixed at all, so after hearing what Taoist priest Li's disciples said, the smile on the old man's face could no longer be concealed, and the corners of his mouth were grinning to the back of his ears, he was very cheerful.
The two chatted for a few more words and then parted.
Before leaving, the old man invited Chen Yu to visit Yungu Village in the future, and the young Taoist accepted the hospitality with a smile.
Continue on your way.
The mountain trails gradually became less narrow, and the trees on both sides became sparse.
The fields receded into the distance, and the mountains fell behind. After walking for about half an hour, a broad road appeared in front of us.
Chen Yu has been down the mountain once in the past two or three months, and he naturally recognized this as an official road. It is said that it was opened during the former dynasty. It was financed by wealthy landowners at that time and hired by rural farmers. Under the leadership of the county magistrate
This dirt road, which is about ten miles long, was built.
Don't underestimate the fact that it's only ten miles away. Judging from the work force of this era, it is estimated that it will consume a lot of money and manpower.
This is because Qingtai Mountain is relatively close to Shiya County. Otherwise, if it were as remote as Gufang Mountain and Luofeng Mountain, let alone broad roads, there would be very few small roads close to the mountainside.
In ancient times, things were not easy.
Not far into the journey, a group of carriages and horses passed by in a cloud of dust.
Chen Yu took a look and saw that the carriage was bumping so hard that it seemed like it was going to fly at any moment. It was probably that the people in the carriage were too anxious, otherwise they would not be galloping on such a dirt road.
Along the way, the flow of people gradually increased.
Some farmers who went to the early market returned with empty donkey carts after selling them, and some got up late, and then they hurriedly loaded up their goods and headed towards the county town.
After walking for a while, the city wall was vaguely visible.
Shiya County is located in the southwest of Guangyong Prefecture, and its location is not considered a strategic location. The many wars in the past decades or hundreds of years have had little impact on this place. Of course, this is compared to other places. In fact, this place has also suffered military disasters. It’s just that
The number of times is far less than those of cities in dangerous locations.
Even now, there is a group of bandits entrenched on Baiguo Mountain, which is only thirty miles away from the county seat. Last year, they gathered together and started a rebellion. The leader of the group seemed to call himself the Plow King.
Listening to the name, plowing the sky, plowing the fields, you can tell at a glance that it is a group of mud-legged people who can't survive, gathering together to cause trouble.
The county government didn't pay much attention to it, and the local landowners didn't pay much attention to it at first either. However, the situation seems to have changed recently. The group of rich men gathered together and heard that they gathered thirty or fifty people, gathered hunters from nearby villages, and invited
Several boxers came to help. It seemed that they were going to enter the mountain to suppress the bandits.
These are all what Chen Yu heard from the old man wearing a felt hat next to him when he entered the city. The middle-aged man had a mustache and would twitch his eyes when he said something, looking very cunning.
He looked like one of those wealthy landlords he mentioned.
Without too much joining in the fun, he stepped through the wide open city gate and walked into the city, and the noise immediately hit him.
Shoppers, people walking on the street, people running errands, and he also saw a few practitioners performing a performance of breaking rocks on their chests in a corner of the road. Crowds gathered around, and the atmosphere was very heated.
Chen Yu was a little confused for a moment. Didn't he say that there was a fight in the north last time? He had chatted with the old cowherd man before, and they both said that things are dangerous nowadays. Why is the situation in the city now much more lively than a month ago?
After thinking about it, maybe something new had changed. A good place to get information came to his mind.
So I picked a direction and walked a little distance, then looked up.
Yiyuan Tea House.
Taking stock of the heated scene in his eyes, he strode in...