He Has a Dragon

There is always a withering place outside the bustling city. This is the embodiment of the vast land of China. There are still more or less places that have not undergone industrialization in the city. They have maintained their most primitive life. .

As for whether it is unintentional or intentional, no one knows, let alone no one will care.

On this day, Wang Le came to a region in the northern Beiyun Province that was forgotten in a corner.

The mountains are covered by sky and the sky is scarcely visited. Only at this place will you know what a mountain is.

Wearing a white long-sleeved shirt and jeans, Wang Le came to the foot of a mountain empty-handed, narrowing his eyes and looking up into the mountain silently.

The forest is lush, covering the sky, and it is empty and leisurely. Occasionally, a flock of birds rises from the forest and rushes into the sky, and there are more beasts roaring low in the valley and mountains.

The golden light in his eyes flashed away, and the delusional eye opened, and Wang Le saw a simple Taoism on the side of the mountain through the forest in the mountains that blocked the view.

"Guixuan concept, hey, it's a bit interesting." Wang Le put away the see-through power of the broken eyes and mumbled to himself.

Three days ago, Wang Le continued to go south after leaving the town of Lefang with the fat man. He did not stop at all on the way and spent a day rushing to the territory of Beiyun.

Although Mr. Mu gave Wang Le the address, the Guixu View is located in the mountains, how can it be found so easily.

So Wang Le first took a rest in the county seat nearest to the mountain range, and at the same time inquired some people nearby to enter the mountain.

Over the mountains and mountains, for master martial arts such as Wang, as flat as the ground.

Coupled with the help of the smashing eyes, Wang Le found the peak of Guixu View among the mountains early, then hurry up and finally came to the foot of the mountain here.

"The legend of Guihui is the bottomless valley in the sea. As a result, Taoist Temple on this mountain took the name, hehe."

Wang Le shook his head and whispered to himself, while walking along the overgrown uphill stone path to the direction of Taoism. He certainly does not think that those Taoists in Taoism, such as Master Qingfengzi, do not understand the meaning of returning to the market.

Therefore, after a while, Wang Le didn't continue to think about it. After all, Taoist's name has nothing to do with his half a dime, even the tea pot is the bad taste of those Taoists.

Singing insects, snake ants rushing across, streams rushing down the mountain, the sun swayed through the gaps between the branches and leaves, Wang Le walked through the light and shadow, and came here unconsciously The altitude is less than one kilometer on the mountainside, and then it seems to be walking slowly and quickly down the steps in front of the Guixu Taoguan Gate.

The old and simple Shanmen is the same, including this Taoist building, without any modern elements.

The stone steps piled up in front of the door by rain and soles have been polished by rain and soles for a long time, and now look extra round and restrained.

Wang Le looked up and looked at the wooden plaque on the mountain gate with the three traditional characters of Guixu View for a while. Then he slowly walked down the steps to the closed mountain gate.

"咚咚咚"

The sound of the knocker broke the silence, reverberating in the sky above Taoist Temple, then Wang Le loosened the bracelet, carrying both hands, and stood calmly in front of the mountain gate and stopped moving.

"Squeak"

After a while, in the sound of the wooden door opening from the inside, an old priest wearing a gray robe, thin in appearance, and lost his teeth appeared in Wang Le's eyes.

"What is this little friend?" Lao Dao looked up at Wang Le outside the door, and asked with confusion.

When Wang Le smiled slightly, he returned a gift to the old man inside the door, and then introduced himself: "Wang Le, the boy, came to visit the seniors from Xiaoyao, and brought a letter from the elders at home."

The old man looked at Wang Le up and down, then opened the wooden door to give way, revealing a mild smile: "The old way is called Qingyangzi, and young friends come and talk."

After Wang Le crossed the threshold and walked into the Taoist Temple, he took a glance and saw that in this courtyard, in addition to two ancient trees that are hundreds of years old, and a stone table with a chessboard under the tree, the most valuable thing is A large incense burner made of brass, about one meter high, is placed under the steps in front of the main building, but if you look at the incense ash inside, there are not many pilgrims.

Guided by this old man called Qingyangzi, Wang Le walked through the courtyard and entered the view.

The Taoist Sanqing shrine was facing the gate, and an oil lamp lit under the seat seemed extraordinarily solemn.

In accordance with Taoist etiquette, Wang Le first closed his eyes and prayed for a while before the statue of Sanqing, and then performed three rites and nine prayers before getting up to receive the three treasure incense delivered by Qing Yangzi and inserting it into the incense burner in the order of middle right .

After all these were done properly, Qing Yangzi introduced Wang Le into the small room waiting for guests.

"Wang Le Xiaoyou, this is the mountain wild tea made by myself. Although it is not as good as those oolong red tops in the red world, it also has a flavor."

After pouring tea, after the two guests were seated, Qingyangzi said with a gentle smile.

I saw that Wang Le was not polite. He brought up the tea cup that is rarely used in this era. First, he gently sipped the hot tea, then drank it dry, then closed his eyes and immersed himself in the tea flavor. In the meantime, as if the old monk was calm and calm, with a sense of stability that young people don't have, this can not help but let a glance of unrecognizable glory flashed in the eyes of Qing Yangzi sitting opposite ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ two or three minutes later Wang Le opened his black-and-white eyes, and a smile hung from the corner of his mouth. Satisfied Zhangkou said to Qingyangzi: "This tea is good, and the craftsmanship of the older generation is even more wonderful."

After a pause, Wang Le continued: "This hand-fried tea is far from being comparable to today's machine-fried ones, but the requirements for hand-fried are also high. Otherwise, it is easy to give the tea to the old and fry it. It is a waste, and the wild tea made by the predecessor is still tender and maintains its original flavor. Sober naturally does not contain a trace of impurities. After drinking, it will make people have endless aftertaste. "

Qing Yangzi smiled, and was not humble. The contentment on his face flashed away, and then he took a tea cup and drank. After all, in this view, he has been alone all the year round, and today he finally came to a junior, and it ’s okay to listen to each other's bullshit. Besides, his skill in making tea is really good and he can afford this praise.

After drinking tea for a while, the two of them simply greeted each other. After introducing themselves, they finally turned to the topic, and saw Qingyangzi with a touch of regret and regret. , Xiaoyou is running for nothing. "

Wang Le had a meal. Although he had already prepared Xiaoyaozi's absence from Taoism, he was still unavoidably disappointed.