"After I came out of that place, the more I thought about it, the more magical. When I wanted to fold it back again, I found it for a full month, and I couldn't find the way back.
Therefore, I gave up ... "Yu Qing replied.
"So strange? How did the batch of grave robbers who led you to follow?" Yang Zimei asked.
"I remember, at the time they seemed to be holding something on the way, maybe those things were the key to breaking the obstacle of the eye formation." Yu Qing's eyes suddenly bright, "I remembered, the one they quoted the way,
Things, similar to this peach wood card. "
"Well?"[
Yang Zimei responded slightly. It seems that if you want to find the grave in the future, you must rely on this peach wood card.
I just want to understand, why is this peach wood hidden in this Japanese -style wooden box?
This wooden box should be won by Grandpa Yue Qing from the Japanese.
Maybe the secret, he has not been solved when he was born, so he often took this wooden box to observe it.
"Niuniu, put this peach wood and map well. If you have time in the future, go with your man, maybe there will be a lot of gains." Yu Qingdao.
"Well." Yang Zi nodded.
"By the way, if you meet the snake again, remember not to kill it, it has spirituality." Yu Qing told me.
Yang Zimei thought of the poisonous snakes recruited by the Ghost Division, creepy.
Even if there is spirituality, she should not meet snakes anymore.
Of course, like snakes do not actively attack her, she will not commit killing.
All sentient beings have spirits. Even a snake is a life, she will not kill casually.
Yang Zimei wrapped the peach wood card with yellow silk cloth, and did not put it in the wooden box. Instead, she put it in a bag she carried various instruments with various instruments.
Reintermine with the plum blossoms in the wooden box, and put it in the bag.
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Yu Qing took Yu Zhenzi and Yang Zimei to a broken temple on the mountain.
There is only one temple boss in this broken temple. It is almost eighty years old. A pair of old eyes is faint, the waist is bent and back, and it is completely different from the Yuqing of Xianfeng Tao.
Hearing Yu Qing's request for a few days of staying, Temple Zhu did not refuse, but just said with a vague tone: "Shouldn't Taoist a Taoist look go? What is the broken temple in the runway?"
Since ancient times, as the two great religions of Huaxia, Taoism and Buddhism, although there are no water and fire, it has always been long.
When the Buddhist is prosperous, Taoism will inevitably decline. [
When Taoism, Buddhism will decline again.
Yuqing did not have this strong portal concept, and there was no temple Zhu, so everyone lived in each other.
The temple wishes to take out the tofu he made by himself to entertain everyone.
This tofu is grinded with the sweetest spring water and pure natural soybean raw materials on the mountain. In addition, Yuqing, a super chef who made vegetarian vegetables, cooks, whether it is fried, simmering, cooking, fried.
Very delicious, let Yang Zimei eat the index finger.
Eating and eating, and thought that Master had a limited limit, and then there was no chance to eat the vegetarian dishes made by Master, and her tears couldn't help but crack down.
"It's really a silly girl, I was so moved by eating tofu." Yu Qing naturally saw her sadness, half loving and half a lot.
Yang Zimei did not dare to raise tears. Looking at Master, worried that he would be more sad to see his loving face. He only lowered his head and kept picking the rice grains in the bowl.
"It seems that the next time I have to change my uncle, I will be cooking. The nephew of the teacher. If you have eaten the meals I made, you will definitely be addicted." Yu Zhenzi waved the chopstick road with one hand.
"Don't believe it." Yang Zimei deliberately said.
"Don't believe it! Do you know what kind of career I am doing Taoist priests?"
"Is it a chef?" Yang Zi's eyebrows wiped the tears in the corner of his eyes, and his uncle rolled his eyes.
"Guess right, and still the kitchen, who specializes in cooking for the leaders at that time, hehe." Yu Zhenzi bragged.
Yang Zi's eyebrows smiled slightly. She really didn't believe what Yu Zhenzi said, but chatting with him, she diluted a lot of sadness, letting her show her face again.