Chapter 28 Qingcheng Mountain Looking for the Dead
Chapter 28 Looking for an old friend in Qingcheng Mountain
It’s a hundred to dozens of miles to Qingcheng Mountain.
The transportation around Yizhou City is developed and there are many roads. There is also an official road to Qingcheng Mountain.
In the previous life, this distance would probably have taken less than an hour to reach, but now, no matter how strong your feet are, it would be difficult to reach it in one day. The official road is really convenient for pedestrians, otherwise it will take more time to get there.
Find and fight mountain roads.
If you want to arrive early, you must leave early.
Song You has already started to pack his bags.
At this time there was another knock on the door.
"Tuk tuk tuk..."
Song You went to open the door again, and standing outside was Mr. Luo.
"Meet sir."
Song You was a little surprised and looked down.
From the foot of the mountain to the mountainside, it is said that there are dozens of large and small palaces.
Fuqing Palace became associated with Fulong Temple during the generation of Master Song You. At that time, Master Song, like Song You now, traveled around the world. Not far from the gate, he met the future owner of Fuqing Palace. When Master returned from his travels, he took over.
After Fulong Temple, the master of Fuqing Palace visited Fulong Temple almost every year, and often brought his disciples and disciples to exchange their practice experiences and ask for advice on the mysteries of magic.
This painting is charming and charming.
"how you said that?"
Qingcheng Mountain is really a famous Taoist mountain in Yizhou and even the entire southwest of Dayan. However, Qingcheng Mountain is very large and very famous. Many hermits have come to the mountain to build temples or thatched cottages. Although these hermits' Taoism or cultivation is not the same.
There are high and low, and most of them are pure practitioners who have neither cultivation nor Taoism, but simply love the Tao. However, there are indeed many palaces and temples on this mountain.
Only then did I realize that someone had planted sweet-scented osmanthus, and half of the city was fragrant.
"think."
Mr. Luo quickly reached out and took the scroll.
The content of the painting is very simple——
"not yet."
It was obviously a blessing given to me by my husband.
Just ask Luo Captou for help today——
Song You didn't want to do this, but he also didn't want not to do it. This is really a contradiction. And this contradiction is worthy of careful consideration and consideration.
Song You stood at the door of the room, watching Luo Baotou's leaving figure, he couldn't help but fell into deep thought and remained motionless.
Yu Zhizhou stood in front of a newly framed and hung painting with his hands behind his back.
"Yu Zhizhou!"
Halfway through, better things happened one after another.
However, what Song You wanted to visit was not the largest, most famous, and oldest ones, but the Fuqing Palace on the back mountainside, which was neither big nor small.
Song You didn't want to get too involved with others, and it's hard to explain why. But unexpectedly, after living in the city for two or three months, even though he lived in seclusion, his involvement with others became deeper and deeper, and it seemed inevitable.
…
Yizhou is also a large state in Dayan. Not only does its jurisdiction range equal to two or three ordinary states, it is also very wealthy economically and culturally. The magistrate of Yizhou is somewhat more important than other magistrates.
The more you look at it, the more vivid it becomes.
This fate has been preserved until Song You's master's generation, and then Song You's generation. At least for now, he still remembers Fuqing Palace, and Fuqing Palace comes every year, so the fate has not disappeared.
After understanding it, your whole body will feel refreshed.
"Yesterday I had the honor to meet Yu Zhizhou in Wase. Zhizhou gave him both ink sticks and felts, but he was disrespectful and I felt ashamed. After much thought, Song wanted to give Zhizhou a painting as a return gift. But Song was in a hurry to go.
Qingchengshan visited his old friend from the master's sect, but it was inconvenient to go there. I remembered that the squad leader had to pass by the Zhizhou mansion every day when he went to work, so I wanted to ask the squad leader to take him along the way. "
The bullock cart brought vegetables into the city in the morning and was already tired. The owner was kind to him, so the empty cart also walked slowly on the return trip, probably at the same speed as Song You himself, so it saved some energy.
So Yu Zhizhou had it framed in the afternoon and hung it in the room.
So I was able to ask them to help carry the letter.
When the palace master dies, his disciples will come.
“I’ll definitely bring it to you next time!”
We actually arrived at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain at night.
What's more, it was a gift from Mr.
The road is not long either.
Luo Baotou was immediately shocked.
Let Sanhua Empress get closer and sniff again and again, Song You handed the diabolo basket back to Luo Captou, thinking about it and said: "Thank you Luo Captou, but Song has something else that he would like to ask Captou to help with."
However, Song You had never been to Fuqing Palace.
"Sir, it doesn't matter what you say!"
So he took the bamboo basket, picked out the small lanterns one by one, and placed them on the stone table.
Something wonderful happened.
"Let's go too."
This walk down the mountain is about being involved with people, or in other words, part of its meaning comes from this.
The tree trunks and branches are outlined in a few strokes, without the head or tail. A few cinnabar are randomly sprinkled to represent red plums. On the tree is a cat outlined in ink. It is very freehand and there is nothing else.
There seems to be more and more involved.
These days, things are going very fast. Although there is a postal system, it is not open to the common people. News is difficult to deliver. Sometimes a letter can be worth ten thousand dollars.
"Let's go too."
Fortunately, Song You was very patient, and even better, he was accompanied by Empress Sanhua, so every step along the way was clear and deeply and meaningfully remembered in his mind.
Maybe that kind of thinking is wrong.
After the cold dew and frost fell, it was almost the beginning of winter. Not only the people in the city were anxious, but the rats in the mansion were also very anxious. They often jumped up and down in the house, making a lot of noise at night. However, as a governor, he could control the people in the city, but he couldn't control this.
The little creature who lived with him in the Zhizhou Mansion also had a severe headache.
"Miss Sanhua, I see you are not moving anymore."
"..."
Fu, Qing and Qing are all commonly used words in Taoist naming. Names like Fulong Temple that do not sound Taoist are actually non-mainstream. If this kind of temple was not too ancient, it would have been used long before these naming conventions were established.
I've already chosen a name, but it's not serious.
This catcher is also a talker.
"The persimmons in my hometown are ripe. Yesterday, my family asked someone to bring some. They don't look good, but they are very sweet. But I brought too many and my family couldn't finish them all, so I brought them over for my husband to try too."
Catcher Luo was holding a bamboo basket in his hand, filled with lantern-like persimmons. "It's not too much, you can just taste it. Sir, don't be dissatisfied with it."
Song You still had some distracting thoughts in his mind, but he took his luggage and letter, took Sanhua Empress with him, and walked out of the city.
Yidu City, the residence of the magistrate.
Yu Zhizhou is an elegant person and is quite accomplished in painting. In his opinion, this painting is not only simple, but also has mediocre skills, but for some reason, it always feels like it has an inexplicable charm. The simple outline makes it look blurry.
The cat is so vivid and vivid.
Luo Captou carefully took the scroll and went out.
How can I ask myself to help bring gifts?
Yu Zhizhou is very famous, and his reputation as a civil official is not small. This time he came to Yizhou to take up the post of Zhizhou, but he was actually demoted. Compared with such big shots, he was just a small headhunter, and it was passed down from his family.
, even just being familiar with each other would probably have a lot of benefits.
"Taoist priest, are you dead?"
After thinking about it, there is only one answer.
Empress Sanhua looked at him for a long time and breathed a sigh of relief.
"oh."
After watching for a long time, sometimes I feel as if the cat is moving. It may turn its head and blink, or look up to admire the flowers. If I take a closer look, it is no different from before.
"I'm just thinking."
You have to walk slowly and ask for directions slowly.
Hanging this painting made me feel quiet all night.
"Thank you sir."
Fulongguan occupied both.
First, there was an old man driving a bullock cart. He saw him walking alone and gave him a ride along the way.
But Yu Zhizhou is more than that.
Why do you want to go to work on the way? This is why I go here!
"Thank you, class leader."
How could Song You have the nerve to refuse?
That was a governor of a state, a high official in a feudal territory.
"Head of the class, this is..."
It's both ancient and unorthodox.
As soon as you hear the name, you can tell that it is probably a serious Taoist temple.
However, it was impossible to go up the mountain at this time, so Song You had to look for a temple at the foot of the mountain. He took out the certificate to identify himself, respectfully and clearly explained his purpose. The temple owner let him stay in the guest room for one night, and even took off the bacon in the evening.
We had a nice dinner with him, but we were just bragging during the meal, and the drinking session was difficult for him to cope with.
Not long after bidding farewell to the old man, we met another caravan, which was running much faster than the oxcart. We also saw that he was wearing Taoist robes. After stopping to inquire, we took him for another ride.
Thinking about it while walking, the more you think about it, the more it makes sense.
There was no sound at all.
Yu Zhizhou thought he was sleeping well and didn't hear anything, but when he asked the people next to him and his servants, they all said that last night was peaceful, as if all the mice had taken a bath together.
Yu Zhizhou was secretly amazed.
The Chinese divisions of that dynasty may not have had this ability.
It’s my 22nd birthday today. My fingers hurt so much. Why do I have to suffer from tenosynovitis when I’m young? I’m going to ask my family for a day off and go out for a dinner date with my sisters. I won’t be updated tonight!