The only way

Chapter 3 Taoyuan View and Taoyuan View

Starting from Antang City, He Ziyi took care of Lingchu, hired a carriage from a carriage company, and took the official road all the way.

It took nearly two months to reach the destination, Taoyuan Mountain.

Taoyuan Mountain outside Taoyuan City, Taoyuan Temple on Taoyuan Mountain.

Taoyuan Temple has been standing for a hundred years and has a very high reputation nearby. Every day, many people come to offer incense and pray for blessings, and there are even many visitors from afar who come here admiringly.

When Lingchu followed Uncle He up the mountain, he saw the majestic Taoist temple at the end of the wide official road. The gate of the Taoist temple was full of human heads, which was really shocking.

"Uncle He, is this the Taoist temple we are going to?"

He Biyi lowered his head to look at the little girl with a flushed face and sparkling eyes, and coughed twice as she clenched her fist against her mouth, "That's...our neighbor."

Neighbor?

Uncle He took Lingchu by the hand, turned a corner into a small road, and went straight to the Taoist temple... next to the next side.

Taoyuan view.

Lingchu raised his head and recognized the three large characters on the black plaque.

He lowered his head and glanced at the courtyard with only two or three houses, and the low wall covered with vines.

If it weren't for the plaque of Taoyuan Temple, ordinary people would really not be able to tell that this is a Taoist temple.

Among other things, once you enter the door, it is indeed a palace, but... where is the statue? !
After the offering table, it was empty.

In front of the altar, on the futon, sat an old Taoist cross-legged, with a thin back, gray hair, and motionless.

At first glance, there is also a taste of immortality.

"Master! The disciple is back." Uncle He saluted respectfully.

Hearing Uncle He's voice, the old Taoist trembled all over, flustered for a while, then turned around with his hands in his sleeves.

"The apprentice is back."

The old Taoist really had a fairy-like face, with a long white beard, just like the old fairy.

Just as he opened his mouth, a strong smell of wine permeated the air.

"Master! You're drinking again!" Uncle He said with a dark face.

The corner of the old man's mouth twitched, and he hastily denied, "Who said that! Old man, I... hiccup..."

With a belch, the old Taoist blushed, and said righteously, "The old Taoist cultivates the Tao! It's not the Buddha!"

What happened to drinking?This is the subtext.

"Where did you get the money to buy wine!" Uncle He only felt that his temples were swollen. Originally, the incense in the Taoist temple was not good.

Even the statues in the main hall haven't been bought yet!
When money was mentioned, the old Taoist immediately lost his temper. He turned his head to look at Lingchu who was being held by Yi, and changed the subject, "Who is this little girl, your daughter? No, you have only been out for half a year, an illegitimate daughter?"

"Apprentice, let me tell you, the apprenticeship gift you gave back then was enough for you alone, your master, I will not raise a daughter for you!" The old man jumped and took two steps back.

"Master! This is entrusted by my old friend."

"So what? Old Daoist, I'm not a shelter here, not to mention, Old Daoist and female dolls have no destiny."

Lingchu had been quietly listening to the conversation between Uncle He and the old Taoist. Until now, he said for the first time, "You are drinking a bamboo bar? Infuse the wine pulp into the ungrown bamboo. After three years, let the wine and the bamboo Growing together, the bamboo is fragrant with wine, and the wine is full of bamboo fragrance, and it is mostly produced in the Jiangnan generation of Chen Guo."

"Hey, you little girl, you really know how to drink." The old man finally took a closer look at Lingchu.

In Fuchun Building, besides the fragrance of powder, there is also the fragrance of wine.

"I can make wine!"

Huanniang can make wine, so Lingchu can too.

Hearing this sentence, the old Taoist's eyes lit up instantly, and he appeared in front of Lingchu in the blink of an eye, grabbed Lingchu's arm, and said with a smile, "Girl, old Taoist, I think you have very good aptitude, and it is fate to meet you! I am destined to be destined!"

After one sentence was finalized, Lingchu officially entered the Taoyuan Temple and worshiped the old Taoist teacher as his teacher.

August is still summer, but the temperature in the mountains has begun to cool down.

On the hillside in the morning, there is a cool breeze, which is very refreshing.

Wearing a simple Taoist robe, with his hair tied up casually, Lingchu held bamboo slips in his hands and sat cross-legged on a rock under a tree, reciting scriptures word by word in a tender and soft voice.

Not far away, a big yellow ox lay leisurely on the grass, lazily basking in the sun, occasionally lowering its head and nibbling on the grass.

"Little nun! You're herding cattle again!"

The branches and leaves on the tree shook for a while, and a black head was exposed. The boy's hair was combed in a bun, his face was fair and smiling, and a green leaf dangled in his hair.

Oh, it's you again, the little Taoist priest from the Taoist temple next door.

Lingchu looked up, indifferent.

"Little Taoist, why do you come to herd cattle every day? Are you the Taoist priest of the Taoyuan Temple in Houshan? My senior brother told me that on Taoyuan Mountain, besides our Taoyuan Temple, there is only Taoyuan Temple in Houshan! But I I have never heard of the Taoyuan Temple in Houshan before. I think your incense should not be very good, otherwise, why would you come to herd cattle every day? Also, you read the "Tao De Jing" and "Qing Jing Jing". They read it all wrong..." The boy on the tree saw that Lingchu was indifferent, but he was still able to ramble on, and the more he talked, the more excited he was, and he planned to teach the scriptures to the little Taoist nun in the back mountain.

After Lingchu read the scriptures once, he looked up at the young man indifferently. This man talked so much, isn't he really tired and thirsty?
"Rhubarb! Do you want to sharpen horns? I think this tree is very suitable for you to sharpen horns." Lingchu closed the bamboo slips, jumped off the big rock, and greeted the big yellow cattle not far away.

Hearing Lingchu's shout, the boy on the tree turned pale, and the big ox under the tree turned his head and mooed.

When Lingchu met the boy for the first time, he was taken aback by the sudden appearance of his head.

Instead, the big ox grazing on the side walked slowly to the side of the tree, sharpened its horns, and lightly bumped against the tree trunk.

In an instant, the big tree swayed, and the branches and leaves fluttered. Before the boy who popped out of the tree could react, he fell down and landed on his buttocks.

After this fall, Lingchu didn't see the boy again for several days.

Later, when Lingchu saw the boy poking his head out of the tree again, the only thought in his heart was that the boy was brave.

The boy didn't wait for the big ox to get up, and quickly climbed down from the tree, grinning and holding his butt, with an ugly expression on his face.

Turning around to see Lingchu's thoughtful face, he shouted, "Little nun! What are you thinking!"

Lingchu, who was called out, came back to his senses, turned his eyes around the boy, stopped at the place where the boy was covering, and subconsciously replied, "Are you wondering if your butt doesn't hurt?"

With a bang, the young man felt an explosion in his head, his fair face flushed instantly, his hand covering his buttocks shrank back as if being scalded, and he stammered, "You! You! Are you still a girl! "

Lingchu blinked suspiciously, how is she not like a girl?Looking at the boy's flushed face, Lingchu frowned, "Your face is like a monkey's butt."

so ugly.

Facing the clear and black eyes of the girl in front of him, the boy felt that the temperature on his face was rising, making his brain go crazy.

"No...don't be ashamed!"

The boy shouted at the top of his voice, turned around and ran away as if burned by fire.

Why isn't she ashamed?Lingchu felt that this question was a bit esoteric.

"Stinky girl! My name is Wang Shaoyuan, the king of the king, the young master of the young master, the profound Yuan, what's your name!"

The boy who ran away turned back again, and shouted ten steps away from Lingchu.

"Yu Lingchu, Yu Meiren's Yu, Zhong Lingyuxiu's spirit, the beginning of the beginning of man."

Yu Lingchu, Wang Shaoyuan silently read Lingchu's name, turned his head and ran away with his face still flushed.

Many years later, Lingchu finally understood that this kind of emotion is called youthful embarrassment.

(End of this chapter)