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Chapter 102: There is a stupid Taoist priest living outside the village

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    In the middle of winter, heavy snow falls in the mountains, and Baishi Mountain is covered in silver. In an instant, the earth is surrounded by large tracts of white frost, and the sky and earth are covered in silver.

    The green vegetation on Baishi Mountain has fallen leaves, and the entire mountain is wrapped in silver. The occasionally exposed ridges also look desolate.

    Chen Yang became obsessed with the tea ceremony because Lu Wanli asked his daughter Lu Qianqian to personally deliver a pot of Mingqian Longjing. It is said that this thing is not much worse than the top-quality Jin Junmei.

    Chen Yang actually didn¡¯t understand the tea ceremony, but what he drank was the arty style of the literati.  Moreover, I rarely drink alone. Every day I carry the gap on my back and climb half the mountain to the west of Baishi Mountain, a place called Luer Mountain, because the mountain peak resembles a stag raising its front hooves.  , hence the name.

    There is a Taoist temple on the mountain, with the common name Zhengyi Temple. It is located deep in the mountain and has inconvenient transportation. Therefore, there are only two Taoist priests in this temple.

    Because it is the closest to Qinghe Village, in the early days, anyone in the village who prayed for blessings and peace would go to Zhengyi Temple. When the incense was strong in the past, there were four or five Taoist priests in the Taoist temple, and a mountain temple was built in the mountains.  and the Earth Temple.

    However, in modern times, there are fewer and fewer monks, especially those who become Taoist priests with bun hair, so this view of righteousness has gradually declined.

    Today, there are only two Taoist priests left. The older one is fifty years old this year, and the younger one is also forty.

    It¡¯s just that the young Taoist priest was an orphan who was sent to the Taoist temple to send samples more than ten years ago. The former temple master has been raised in the Taoist temple and grew up with the Taoist priests.  In addition to giggling, he was stupid, he was a slut, he couldn't recite incantations, he couldn't do any magic, and he looked like a beggar with unkempt hair.

    The parents are unlucky and the birth is unlucky.  Therefore, the previous temple leader named him according to the day he was delivered to the gym, and set his birthday.

    Another 50-year-old Taoist priest is now the master of the Taoist temple. His name is He Yuntian. He is thin and has bright eyes.  Living in the mountains all year round, because there is a vegetable patch grown by the Taoist priests behind the Taoist temple, meals can be supplied in a timely manner. They go to the mountain every half a year or several months to buy rice, flour, oil and daily necessities.

    As time went by, the number of trips down the mountain became less and less, and the young and old men in Qinghe Village naturally forgot that there was a Taoist temple on the top of Luer Mountain.

    But Chen Yang remembered it, and his memory was particularly profound.

    The reason is that since I can remember when I was three years old, my grandfather with a hunchback often took me up the mountain.

    When I was a child, I thought Luer Mountain was so damn high. I set out from the village early in the morning and had to climb all morning. I walked on the narrow path trodden by Chaifu hunters. The mountain road was not easy to walk. Therefore, as a child, Chen Yang felt that,  Lu'er Mountain is so high and the view is so far away.

    Growing up, especially after going to medical school, Chen Yang rarely had the opportunity to go to the mountains in the past few years when he went to the city.

    ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????OUT out of mind, many old Taoist priests have either left Hexi or are no longer here. Chen Yang¡¯s memory of the Taoist priests who stayed in the Taoist temple is also very blurry.

    However, a few days ago, the manor's courtyard was sealed off. Chen Yang was bored and wandered in the mountains, picking some herbs and game. When he was about to go home, by chance, he came to Zhengyiguan again.  At the invitation of the Lord, I went in and sat down.

    There was no sermon, just ordinary chatting about home life. After going back and forth, Chen Yang realized that the current master of the temple, He Yuntian, had a close relationship with his father back then. When his father and grandfather were still alive, He Yuntian  Yuntian was still a little Taoist priest. Of course, Chen Yang was also very young at that time, only four or five years old.

    After chatting with Daochang He for a few days, Chen Yang found out that this is a temple with a quiet environment and well-maintained buildings. The front and rear courtyards are antique, dedicated to the true king, and the statues are fresh and handsome. He only found out after asking.

    Chen Yang liked this kind of place from the bottom of his heart, so he started to go up the mountain every day. Firstly, he wanted to exercise and improve his physical fitness. Secondly, he also liked this Taoist temple from the bottom of his heart. Although the external walls were dilapidated, life inside the Taoist temple was poor and the facilities were poor.  They are all very imperfect, and sometimes they don¡¯t even have electricity.

    But, come to think of it, it is hidden in the green mountains and green water. Even though it is the middle of winter, the green mountains are not there, and the green water is already frozen and crystal clear.  But this feeling of isolation from the world made Chen Yang reluctant to leave.

    After coming and going once or twice, Chen Yang became familiar with the mountain roads, and Chen Yang went there every day after winter.

    Of course, Chen Yang also knew etiquette. At the beginning of the period, he wanted to donate money for incense, but the old Taoist priest He Yuntian politely refused.

    Chen Yang was too embarrassed to go up the mountain empty-handed, so every time he went up the mountain, he would either carry a pot of wine or cut off some bacon.?, I hunted wild animals such as pheasants or rabbits, but I never went up empty-handed.

    The old Taoist priest's certificate shows that he is an upright Taoist priest. There are no taboos about weddings and funerals. The same is true for cooked meat and fine wine.

    Taoism is not so particular. In fact, it is a rule of inaction. I cultivate my own immortality. Others are less likely to point fingers and keep their mouths shut.

    The old Taoist priest He Yuntian has an alarming amount of alcohol, and the stupid Taoist priest who has been following him for many years has an alarming amount of alcohol.

    This person has the philistine and slovenliness of a Taoist priest, but he also has the simplicity and optimism of the people of Qinghe Village. Rather than being a Taoist priest, he does not have a trace of the immortal temperament in his body. Instead, he looks like two slovenly old beggars, reclusive from the world.  hiding in the mountains.

    Chen Yang brought bacon, and the old Taoist priest He Yuntian was not polite. He immediately cut it and fried a bunch of bacon with garlic sprouts.  According to He Yuntian himself, he is from Sichuan, so the smell of Sichuan-style bacon is overflowing with flavor when fried.

    The silly Taoist priest squatted aside, picking rice into his mouth with ten chopsticks per second. He didn't even notice the mucus coming out of his nose. His dirty look made people feel pity for him.  After all, at the age of thirty, his IQ is that of a three-year-old child.

    At this time, heavy snow began to fall in the mountains and fell on the eaves. Within ten minutes, it accumulated into a thick layer of frost and snow.

    He Yuntian raised his wine glass, clinked it with Chen Yang, and drank old wine and garlic sprouts. The aroma was strong and left a fragrance on his lips and teeth.  The spiciness of the old wine made He Yuntian's throat feel hot, and he grinned, revealing a mouthful of black and yellow teeth.  He looked very wretched, and with his rusty beard and hair, which were tangled and tangled, he looked like an old beggar.

    People in Qinghe Village actually don¡¯t know why a person like Chen Yang can go up the mountain to get along with this old Taoist priest. You know, no one in Qinghe Village has gone up the mountain to have a good look for many years. Whether it is to petition or pray, people are willing to run.  Going further away to the temple where the monks live seems more sincere.

    He Yuntian is a mentor, wearing a Taoist temple, looking slovenly and unkempt, eating meat wantonly and drinking excessively.  However, looking at the heavy snow in the mountains, not a drop was left in the old jar. The silly Taoist priest on the side had already fallen asleep with his rice bowl in his arms. The old Taoist priest He Yuntian drank so much that his face was red and his ears were red, and his head was dazed.

    Looking at the frost and snow on the ground, and then looking at Chen Yang, for some reason, I burst into tears.

    Chen Yang asked him: "Why is Master He crying? Is it because he hasn't eaten meat for a long time?"

    This is the usual style of chatting between Chen Yang and He Daochang. The two have long been familiar with each other. They don't think it is a joke. Instead, it is more like a cordial conversation between friends who have forgotten the year.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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