Those years of farming in the mountains

Chapter 1 Cloud and Crane View on Qingtai Mountain (Comments requested!)

In early spring and March, under the warm sun, the warm wind melts away the last lingering chill of the cold winter.

The mountains are green and the streams are murmuring.

On the mountainside, under the shade of the trees, a half-acre-sized soil field is exposed in front of the eyes, with weeds and vines.

There was a young man in cloth clothes with his trousers rolled up to his knees. He kept dropping and raising an iron hoe in his hand, turned over the soil, smashed it with the handle of the hoe, and flicked it aside.

It can be seen that a lot of soil has been piled up on the small field at this moment, of different sizes, and it has been dried and yellowed by the bright sun.

hey!

Another hoe fell, and the young man was stunned, but a fat and tender earthworm was dug out of the ground. The sudden change of environment made him a little panicked, his slender body twisted, and the end with the white ring kept touching the soil. Drilling, as if to re-bury himself in the soil.

Then he was pinched, and the young man put his two fingers together, and sent the opponent into the bamboo tube hanging on his waist without paying any attention to his struggle.

Close the wooden cover, and through the purposely left air hole in the middle, you can vaguely see many of the same kind.

The bait for wild fishing will be available tomorrow, and the young man is smiling with anticipation in his eyes.There are several rock pools and deep springs on this mountain, and there are many streams. There are too many places to fish. When he entered the forest last time, he found a new fishing spot, and he felt that there was something big in it.

It's just that some time ago I was busy sorting out the classics and repairing the Taoist temple, and I couldn't spare time for a while, so I haven't been able to go until now.

What a pity.

Looking up at the sky, the young man recalled the long schedule in his mind, and felt that he would have a lot of free time recently.

After thinking about it, he continued to wield the iron hoe, planning to clear up this almost deserted field this morning—at least, he had to get rid of the overgrown weeds first.

It is now March, and according to memory, it will be the season of "smooth rain" in the near future, the rain will fall, and when it will be cloudy and when it will clear up is unpredictable, but it happens to be the time of planting, if it is delayed all the way until then It was really too late to take care of the fields, and I had to go down the mountain every ten days like in previous years. Not to mention the time and money spent going back and forth, the journey was even more dangerous.

The Qingtai Mountain under his feet was not so high, but the mountain road was extremely slippery and bumpy, with twists and turns.Occasionally there are insects and snakes.In previous years, some philanthropists who went up the mountain to pilgrimage were killed by the "triangle leaf" entrenched in the mountain road.

Therefore, it is undoubtedly necessary to reclaim this area of ​​land before the "Pingyu".

The sun is rising gradually, and sometimes the breeze blows, the trees tremble slightly and the branches and leaves touch each other, and the rustling sounds spread across the mountains and fields one after another.

On the field, the young man waved non-stop.

When people are concentrating on one thing, time always passes quickly.It wasn't until the last corner was hoeed and all the weeds were pulled out that the sweaty young man stopped and wiped his forehead.

Licking his lips, he glanced at the sky.

It's not yet noon, looking at the much neater land in front of me, I feel a sense of accomplishment in my heart.

Put down the hoe and stand heavily on the ground.

After clearing the weeds and roughly finishing the soil digging, the next step is to dig the ditches, the young man thought.But this matter is not urgent, there is still some time, he thinks it is not too late to talk about it in the afternoon.

As for now, it is natural to wash it, and then I can prepare lunch.

I didn't feel it before, but when I stopped, I suddenly realized that my stomach couldn't bear it, and my internal organs seemed to rebel.

There was a constant gurgling sound in the abdomen, and the full sense of hunger flooded the apex of my heart uncontrollably, like an overturned bottle of juice.

So I packed my things and walked away quickly.

Not long after turning around and walking, a few cornices that looked like clouds and mist came out of the shade of the trees and fell into my eyes.

Walking a few steps further in, Yiwan is located on the mountainside, and the peaceful and tranquil Guanluo will be presented as a whole.

Not to mention carved buildings and painted buildings, let alone row upon row.

Only four or five small flat-tiled houses are scattered together and stacked randomly without any aesthetic feeling, so it becomes this Taoist temple.

Right at the head, three big characters were written on the plaque:

Cloud Crane View.

Bypassing the two rows of peach trees in front of him and shaking off the dust from his body, the young man stepped into the temple.

No one greeted, no one came in and out.

He is the only one here, the fifth generation master and only disciple of Yunhe Guan, the contemporary Yunhezi-Chen Yu.

Of course, he was very aware of his own weight, and he didn't pay too much attention to the identity of the viewer, and he didn't even think about what to do with it.

A Caotou Taoist temple plus a pheasant Taoist priest, how could he have the confidence to do things, Chen Yu didn't have that kind of thought.In his opinion, instead of this, it is better to stay on the mountain in peace and contentment, farming, fishing, practicing martial arts, and occasionally reading those so-called Taoist scriptures that are about to be smashed.

The days are long, isn't it happy? !

……

The Taoist temple is not big, so it is hard to tell the difference between the inside and the outside, but if you have to say it, except for the two innermost bedrooms and the main hall for worship, the rest can be called the outer courtyard.

And the outermost one is the place in front of you. A few years ago or even earlier, this place was often used to receive pilgrims and philanthropists. When the old Taoists were still alive, they would also practice piles and teach Taoism here.

It's just that things are changing and people are changing, and it has become quite deserted.

Step into the courtyard.

One large, three small, and four water tanks were lined up at the base of the wall. There was a cold rain a few days ago, the big one was mostly filled, and the three small ones were filled to the brim.

You can vaguely see green duckweed floating in the water tank.

On the other side, there are green pines stretching horizontally, and there is also a big-headed pear tree, but it looks much lower than the former one.

The two trees are on the left and right, slightly staggered, and each circles a circle of grass, leaving a bluestone path paved with gravel in the middle.

Although the yard is not big, the objects in front of us are handled, especially the exquisite arrangement, which can give a sense of spaciousness at first glance.

Chen Yu untied the bamboo tube containing the earthworms and leaned it against the foot of the column.When he came to the small water tank, he briefly rinsed his hands, and took a handful to wipe his face.

The cold touch penetrated the skin, washing away the sweat and sludge, and at the same time exhaustion, he raised his head and wiped it casually, and then went inside.

The location of the worship hall is in the middle.

Huge Taoist characters are pasted on the roof of the room. When you step over, you will see a row of small stone futons neatly arranged under the incense table. In front of the hall, there is a tall porcelain statue of an old man with long beard and eyebrows. , holding an ancient mirror in his arms.Just looking at his face, he has a bit of solemnity, but he is also kind.And on the lower two sides, there are many true kings of different sizes, shapes and appearances.

It is also made of ceramics, but it is not as delicate as the first one.From a rough look, it is estimated that there are no less than twenty.

These are the true gods enshrined in Yunhe Temple.

There are big and small names, and there are all kinds of heels.Some of the origins are purely fabricated, and many are born out of heroic deeds in ancient times.The times are different, and the background stories are also different.

Or people who do good things in the people add oil and vinegar, or once they get the emperor's imperial edict, they become a true emperor in a daze, enjoying the incense and worshiping while protecting one side.

For example, the angry-eyed Taoist in the second row from the lower left, wearing a long robe and holding two swords, Mu Yuan, who inherited the memory of his original body, knows that his image comes from a widely spread folklore in Xizhou.

As for the prototype, it is probably a general who fought bloody battles in Qian Zhounian, about 300 years ago.It is estimated that this ancient man could not have imagined that in 300 years, he has become one of the most Taoist masters in the Southwest.

There are even many side branch disciples who walk in the world under his name to earn incense.

But there are exceptions, such as the top one.

<Yuan Tianzun of Shihua Cave, Yuan Tianzun>

One of the Dao ancestors in this area has a great reputation. No matter in the south or north, there are countless Taoist disciples and grandchildren who worship him. At the same time, few people dare to use this name to bluff and deceive.

After all, all the Taoist priests who claim to be orthodox will poke their spines and spit.If he really met someone as hot-tempered as Qianyang Daomai, he might have to be stabbed twice.

The fake Taoist Chen Yu, who has become the master of the temple, will naturally not do such indecent things. Although he was originally an atheist, since he has come to this world, he insists that it is not a loss anyway. Thought, he still did enough etiquette to these gods and true monarchs.

At this moment, I saw him coming to the desk, skillfully lit the joss sticks, and shook four pieces of green leather wax that were inserted into the copper seat in the center.

It is square and square, and a root is planted in each corner.

One side of water and soil and the other side of rules, the rules and regulations of people in this time and space are quite different from those in memory.

Three incense sandalwood on the golden top, one green and four wax to show respect.

Yunhe Temple is struggling, so it is impossible to "discuss the Golden Summit" like Zhengyang and Linghe.Fortunately, incense candles are cheap, enough.It can also be regarded as a heartfelt chat.

Not long after, the curling smoke with the fragrance of wood and grass whirled up, fell a few feet above the desk, and then drifted away in a flash.

Chen Yu gave a dignified gesture, clapped his hands, turned around and entered the kitchen.

　This book is purely a newcomer's work, so there are great deficiencies in rhythm, description, plot, etc. If the process is really not to the taste of the audience, I am very sorry for wasting your time, and please leave suggestions before leaving. Don't make personal attacks, the author's heart is fragile and he can't stand it.Thanks a lot.

　　
　
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