On Huangpao Mountain, there is a Taoist temple under Hualuo Village, which is in dilapidated condition.
People are lazy and have bad opinions.
The ancient well view at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain is just like this, a desolate place.
The old Taoist is a master who feels tired even with his eyes open. Apart from eating, drinking and sleeping, he spends most of his time dozing under the old locust tree in the temple with drooped eyelids. His uncle Yu Qiuyang holds an iron sword all day long.
They just meditated without caring about worldly affairs, Xiang Que just stayed in the Sutra Pavilion and never saw the light of day, and Gujing Guan. If these three people had not been supported by the villagers of Gujing Village, they would have frozen to death on the road.
Xiang Que put his hands in his pockets and walked towards the Taoist temple. There was a very flat open space in front of him, with no grass, no trees, no sand and gravel. Above the open space were the steps leading to the Taoist temple. They were loose and broken. After stepping on them, there was a "crunch".
Mud and stones continued to fall down, and the two doors at the end of the steps were half-open, their color faded and their true colors were no longer visible. Above the doors was a plaque with four large characters stained by the dust of time.
Liangshan Taoist Temple.
Xiang Que stepped in, looked at the courtyard in front of the Sanqing Hall, and suddenly looked confused.
In front of the main hall, two figures rolling on the green bricks in the courtyard were rolling very happily.
Although the weather in April in Hubei is a bit cold, under the warm sun, the ground is radiating warmth, and it is quite warm when you reach out and touch it.
On the green bricks, a figure lay on it with his arms and legs spread out and said comfortably: "I'm tired in spring, tired in autumn, and taking a nap in summer, so comfortable... so comfortable."
The other person next to him suddenly turned over, climbed on the green bricks, closed his eyes and moaned: "Let me sleep for a while and finish the next episode of the erotic dream I didn't finish last night. I just took off half of my pants and was peed on."
"Uh-huh." The man lying on the blue bricks opened his small, cloudy eyes with eye drops, squinted at Que and said, "It's not the first day of the lunar month, it's not the fifteenth day of the lunar month. What's the matter with you coming to the Taoist temple?"
"Uh..." Xiang Que was held back for a moment, and after thinking for a long time, he said: "Nothing, nothing."
"Nothing, what did you call us for?" The man blinked his little eyes and curled his lips and said, "It's so free."
Xiang Que lowered his head and took a look. With a face that made him want to shit, he said, "Excuse me, is the headmaster of Liangshan Taoist Temple here?"
"Hey, you have nothing to do, why are you asking the headmaster again?"
Xiang Que scratched his head in confusion. The other person's words confused him, because Xiang Que really didn't know why he came to Lingshan Taoist Temple. The old man sent him here with just one sentence, but there was no follow-up. Xiang Que
He had no choice but to come here in confusion, but after arriving, he really didn't know what to do next.
When he arrived at Liangshan Taoist Temple, Xiang Que immediately sensed a very familiar atmosphere. The Taoist temple was equally shabby and lazy, and was no different from the Gujing Temple. It had the same temperament.
Even at this time, Xiang Que was convinced that Zhang Liang might be one of the unrecorded founders of Gujing Temple.
"Hey, I have a question for you. What do you want to see the master for?" The man lying on the ground without speaking turned his head and pursed his lips and asked.
Xiang Que lowered his head and looked at the two people on the ground quite speechless. This was the first time he had seen such lazy people.
Look at how the two of them are dressed. They almost all have heads that make people poop. They are very different. Their hair is a mess, as if they haven’t been groomed for months, and their faces are covered with a layer of grease.
, how long had it been since I had washed my face to achieve this look, and the blue-grey robes on my body were all stained with oil. If you throw this pair into a busier street, I won’t lie at all, and they will definitely not make less money.
"I come from Gujing Temple..."
"Puleng" Xiang Que didn't finish his sentence. The two figures on the blue bricks jumped up like clockwork, very gracefully.
"Uh-huh." The two of them stretched out one hand at the same time, each holding Xiang Que's arm. Their eyes narrowed to a slit, and they said very eagerly: "It turns out they are fellow Taoists from Gujing Temple. I'm disrespectful."
"When did Gujing Temple become so famous?" Xiang Que was stunned.
"Come, come, come... Please come inside. The master is in the main hall. I will lead the way for fellow Taoists. Please come with me." The two people smiled like two wolf dogs, with lazy expressions on their faces.
The look on his face was gone, and Xiang Que could barely be carried to the Sanqing Hall.
"Is it appropriate for you to be so enthusiastic?"
"There is only one Taoist temple in the world. When you come to Liangshan Taoist Temple, you are going home."
A chill suddenly rose up from Xiang Que's back, and it was chilly. If he had nothing to do with him, he would be a liar or a thief.
The three of them entered the Sanqing Hall. Under the dusty statue of the founder of the Sanqing Dynasty, there was an old man lying on a futon.
These are really three masters of one discipline, all with the same virtue.
"Master, master..." The man next to Xiang Que walked up to the old man, shook his body, and greeted excitedly: "The people from Gujing Temple are here, the people from Gujing Temple are here.
Coming"
"Oh, I'll go." Xiang Que looked at this scene speechlessly. Why did he feel that they wanted to kiss his father instead of seeing him?
"Wow!" The old man on the futon opened his eyes and looked at Xiang Que up and down. The folds on his face were all squeezed together with a smile: "Fellow Taoist, come from Gujing Temple?"
"Uh, yes." Xiang Que wiped the cold sweat from his head.
"Haha, okay, okay, okay." The old man nodded repeatedly, patted Xiang Que's shoulder heavily and said, "Fellow Taoist, he is really a man of great talent. He is really a role model for our Taoist sect. I am disrespectful."
"Gudu" swallowed to Xiang Que and lied to his son. After hearing what the old man said, his scalp was numb and goosebumps appeared all over his body. It was so sore that his teeth hurt.
In this world, there is no love without reason, and there is no hatred without reason. You can see from the attitudes of these three people that they really like Xiang Que very much. They have never met before, so this
Where does this love come from?
"Conspiracy!" This thought came to Xiang Que's mind.
"Fellow Taoist has come from afar. I haven't said anything yet. Let's catch the wind for fellow Taoist first." The old Taoist finished speaking very eagerly. The two people next to him also nodded and said: "To catch the wind, I have to catch the wind for fellow Taoist."
Xiang Que scratched his head and said politely: "It doesn't have to be so troublesome."
"No trouble, no trouble." The old Taoist clasped his hands behind his back and said earnestly: "It's just that the conditions in the temple are limited, so I may need to trouble my fellow Taoists."
Xiang Que was stunned and asked, "What do you mean?"
"That's what happened..." the old Taoist said in a long tone, rubbing his hands: "In the temple, money is relatively tight and the money is tight, so it may be a little difficult to help Taoist friends. What do you think...
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"There is a village at the foot of the mountain. There is a small shop in it, which sells food and wine. Fellow Taoist, how about you and my two apprentices go there?"