Take yourself to the altar

Chapter 38 [038] Winter Night Mountain Temple

From Laoshan, go west along the official road.

With the help of a magic talisman, Feng Yu traveled extremely fast. In a few days, he crossed the Jiaohe River and arrived at Qingzhou Mansion.The weather in Qingzhou is not good this year. There is drought and little rain in large areas, which leads to a decrease in grain harvest in autumn. In winter, many people who have no food to eat have fled, and their eyes are desolate.

After living in this world for half a year, Feng Yu also noticed the difference between Dagan's land and his memory.The most obvious thing is that the state capitals are more extensive, so the population of Dagan is large, but except for the prosperous areas, other places are still vast and sparsely populated, with wild beasts roaring and barbaric.

Feng Yu walked along the official road all the way, and it was common sense that he would not see a single person within a hundred miles.

Then he passed through Zhucheng, and after leaving the urban area, he immediately entered the mountains.

At that time, the mountain roads were not easy to walk, and even the official roads were rough and difficult in many places.If there are many merchants coming and going, maybe someone will pay to repair the mountain road.But if there is a detour road next to it, merchants usually don't choose to walk on the mountain road.

For business travelers, the risk of walking on mountain roads is too great.

Especially because of the drought in Qingzhou, many places are suffering from famine, and it is common for ordinary people to escape into the mountains and become bandits without finding a way to survive.A passer-by like Feng Yu who walks alone will almost inevitably encounter bandits covered in dirt and fierce eyes.

Feng Yu would not hesitate to punish the vicious and resentful bandits, but he didn't know what to do with the others who didn't commit any crimes and just couldn't survive and went to the mountains to survive. .In addition to sighing, I can only leave some money to help one or the other.

Really go deep into the mountains, the bandits actually decreased.

Wild beasts are rampant there, and it is difficult for ordinary people to survive here.Or if there are merchants in the past, they will pass through together with all the people, and they will not stay in the mountain for a long time.Walking out of the forest, Feng Yu found an abandoned mountain temple by the side of the road.Seeing that it was getting late, he didn't intend to rush all night, so he went to the temple.

When he entered the mountain, he had inquired about this temple from others.

It is said that two years ago, there were still people in the nearby village to take care of it, but since the disaster in the village, all the people have fled, and the temple has naturally been abandoned.When Feng Yu came, he found that the temple gate had disappeared, and a section of the outer courtyard wall had also collapsed.

Entering along the gate, the main hall of the temple is still in good condition, but the courtyard is full of weeds and looks bleak.

There are traces of people living in the hall, and there are several piles of ashes scattered inside. The original altar was also chopped down and turned into firewood, leaving only some corners.Looking around, the hall was empty, except for the dusty statue with cobwebs hanging on it, all other things that could be moved had disappeared.

Feng Yu didn't pick either.

He is satisfied with a place to shelter from wind and rain when he is away from home.

Feng Yu nimbly took a shelter from the wind in the hall, and took out a tidy space, then put down a few clothes and some dry food as a cover, and went out the door with a long knife magic weapon.

By the way, this knife was bestowed by Hongming, but he did not give it a name.Feng Yu is traveling alone this time, and needs to use it a lot, so he named it "Quexie" and placed high hopes on it.However, the "Quexie Knife" accompanied Feng Yu all the way, and "Xie" did not cut a few, and used it more when chopping firewood, cutting trees, and cutting thorns to clear paths.

Sometimes Feng Yu wondered if it would be more appropriate to name it "Quemu" or "Ancient Tree Natural Enemy"?
He found many dry branches in the woods, and gathered the small ones together.The thick, curved, and even heavy ones, Feng Yu will stare at them, and slash out with his sword. After a few cold lights flashed in the woods, those irregular dead branches will be honest.

I went forward and inspected the branches. The fracture was smooth without stagnation, and the landing point was accurate without deviation.

Feng Yu then nodded in satisfaction, praised himself and said, "Good job!" Then he showed modesty, and said, "I'm ashamed, ashamed, there is still room for improvement, don't be proud!"

Just now he did not borrow the power of the talisman.

The feedback and polishing of his body in the "middle stage of Qi training" made him gradually get rid of his emaciation, and gradually filled his blood, which made his appetite greatly increased recently, and he was very satisfied with this.

Immediately, he carried the "Quexie Knife" on his back, ran a few times with the collected dry firewood, and stored the firewood to be used for several days.Then he set up the pile of firewood, and then sat upright and changed a few moves, pointed at the pile of firewood with a whoosh, and a ray of flame suddenly appeared between his fingers and ignited the dry firewood.

The "Lighting Fire Jue" in basic Taoism can be regarded as the precondition of "Five Elements Taoism" and "Five Elements Talisman".If you want to use this to fight against the enemy, I'm afraid it's better to use the "Posha Yin Jue" to poke with your finger like Qingyun Guanfu Chen did.

It's not hard to imagine that there are four other techniques that are as intriguing and mysterious as the "Fire Jue", but have little actual power.

After lighting the fire, Feng Yu took out an iron pot with a width of one foot three and a depth of about five inches. There were two ears on the edge of the pot, which could be hung on the campfire for cooking.It was made by a blacksmith he found in Jiao County, Laizhou Prefecture. He had a Qiankun bag with him, and he carried such a pot and some seasonings, which didn't take up much space.

But it can make Feng Yu feel much more comfortable in the wild.

It is foreseeable that this will be a long journey, and you must take care of yourself when you are away from home.

Set up the pot, use a "water diversion formula" to gather water vapor into the pot, then take out the mushrooms, fungus, and bamboo shoots collected on the road, and arrange them one by one in front of you.Then he took out a ruler-length knife, held it in his hand, picked up a shiitake mushroom in his left hand, calmed down a bit, and then threw it into the pot.

In an instant!
Feng Yu's eyes were sharp for a moment, and the dagger in his hand slashed out a cold light, the cold light flashed a few times, and the dagger retracted.The shiitake mushrooms fell into the pot at the right time, swung in the water, and turned into several even pieces.

He frowned, and slightly reviewed the saber attack just now.

Immediately, he picked up the next ingredient, repeated the same trick, and chopped it into the pot.In this way, he smiled and admired those who made accurate and exquisite knives; those who were not very satisfied would review the replay in their hearts, learn from the lesson, and continue to chop the next ingredient with the knife.

When the last bamboo shoot died in the pot, Feng Yu couldn't help but feel a little bit unsatisfied.

But that's the only way to go, if you add something to the pot, it's not Shanzhen soup, but a hodgepodge.Stirring in the pot casually, Feng Yu took out the meatloaf he had bought before entering the mountain from his bag, and spread it out by the fire to warm it up and eat it first.When he ate three meatloaf and was satisfied, the soup was boiling.

Feng Yu put a little oil, sprinkled seasonings, and stirred a few more times.Feeling that the heat is about the same, I took off the iron pot and put some wild onions in it, and I felt the fragrance immediately.After eating several meatloaf in succession, his mouth was dry, Feng Yu hurriedly poured a bowl for himself, blew, and the delicious and warm mountain delicacy soup entered his stomach, immediately exhausted and comfortable.

He took so much trouble to bring these things, and prepared for so long, isn't it just for drinking this in winter?Sure enough, since we are in the world, we should still taste the true taste of the world. If we eat "Bigudan" all day long, we should isolate ourselves from the common world?

Thinking so, Feng Yu nodded approvingly.

Just as he was enjoying the soup, there was a burst of noise outside the temple gate. From the sound, it seemed that a large group of people were coming to the mountain temple.

After a while, the sound was closer, mixed with whistling and whistling to drive the livestock.

Feng Yu listened for a while, and roughly guessed the identity of the visitor.

At this moment, a black-faced man poked his head in from the entrance of the temple, and saw Feng Yu who occupied a corner of the temple, lit a bonfire, and was drinking soup leisurely.The black-faced man frowned, did not greet first, but stepped back and shouted in a heavily accented voice: "Guan Hou, there is someone in the temple!"

Meeting people in the wild is not necessarily a good thing.

Especially if that person is still a stranger who doesn't know him, he needs to be more vigilant.

Not long after, a man in his 40s or [-]s walked into the temple. He was wearing a winter robe and a fur cap, and his clothes were more elegant than the black-faced man before him.

When he saw Feng Yu, there was obvious surprise in his eyes, because Feng Yu looked very young, and he was quite brave to go out alone, especially in the cold winter when they were all wearing thick robes, but the other party was only a rather thin green cloth robe.

All these things showed that Feng Yu was extraordinary.

In fact, anyone who can go out alone and still be safe and sound is not easy.

Hou Guanshi knew this very well, and he didn't want to offend the other party, so he went up to pay respects: "A certain is Hou Yin, the manager of the Hui'an Chamber of Commerce in Jinan Prefecture. Forgive me!"

Feng Yu drank the soup comfortably, and shook his head indifferently: "This is an abandoned temple, so Guan Hou can do as he pleases."

Hou Guanshi thanked him, and turned around to greet the caravan to come to the temple.

There were quite a number of caravans, more than a dozen people poured into the temple, and immediately occupied a large area on the right, especially when the other party had livestock, they also rushed into the temple gate, but they could only stay in the courtyard outside.When going out, be cautious. After the caravan was preliminarily arranged, Steward Hou came to test Feng Yu's origin again.

He noticed the knife Feng Yu put aside, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

Because even if they are merchants who go out, they still have to bring all the equipment, even if they are not used to deal with people, it is also useful to deal with wild tigers, leopards, wolves and insects.

"Excuse me for being bold enough to ask where Changxian Mountain is, and what are the taboos?"

Feng Yu knew that caravans were cautious, and it was not the first time he had met merchants. These people were both good and evil, and they were not easy to get along with. He didn't have any intention of getting along with them, so he said, "My surname is Feng. I come from Laoshan, and I have nowhere to go. .”

Hou Guanshi was surprised and said: "Laoshan? Someone heard that there are immortals in Laoshan, could it be that the Taoist priest—"

Feng Yu smiled but did not answer, quite mysterious.

Hou Guanshi laughed at himself mockingly, paid his respects, turned around and asked the caravan to take out a small jar of wine, and respectfully offered it: "Today I disturbed the Taoist priest's peace, and I hereby offer a jar of rough wine as an apology, please accept it with a smile! "

Feng Yu took it, but didn't intend to drink it.

Hou Guanshi didn't mind, he saluted and retreated.

Afterwards, Feng Yu and the caravan took possession of each side, and the well water did not interfere with the river water. Feng Yu had already finished the soup, took the iron pot and wooden bowl and turned it to the back of the hall, avoiding the people of the caravan, and used the "water diversion formula" to put the pot and bowl away. Rinse well and put away.After returning to the bonfire, I added some firewood to the fire, and did not avoid the noise, and went into the dark on my own.

It was already dark.

The temple is illuminated by several bonfires.

Feng Yu originally thought that he would spend the night with the caravan, when suddenly there was the sound of animals moving in the yard outside the hall. The black-faced man walked into the temple quickly and said in a low voice, "Guan Hou, someone is coming outside again!"

(End of this chapter)