Starting from Antang City, Ho Yi took care of Lingchu, hired a carriage from a horse-drawn carriage company, and took the official road all the way.
It took nearly two months to reach the destination, Taoyuan Mountain.
Outside Taoyuan City, there is Taoyuan Mountain and Taoyuan Temple on Taoyuan Mountain.
Taoyuan Temple has been standing for hundreds of years and has a high reputation in the surrounding area. Many people come here to offer incense and pray for blessings every day, and there are even many visitors from far away.
When Lingchu followed Uncle He up the mountain, he saw the magnificent Taoist temple at the end of the wide official road. In front of the Taoist temple's door was a crowd of heads, which was really shocking.
"Uncle He, is this the Taoist temple we want to go to?"
He Yi looked down at the little girl with a red face and sparkling eyes. He put his fist to his mouth and coughed twice, "That's...our neighbor."
Neighbor?
Uncle He held Lingchu's hand and turned into a small path, heading straight towards the Taoist temple... next to, next to, next to.
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 a low wall covered with vines.
If it weren't for the plaque of Taoyuan Temple, ordinary people would not be able to tell that this is a Taoist temple.
Apart from anything else, as soon as you enter the door, it is indeed a grand hall, but... where are the statues? !
After the offering table was set, it was empty.
In front of the offering table, on the futon, there was an old Taoist sitting cross-legged, with a thin back and gray hair, motionless.
At first glance, there is also a sense of immortality and Taoism.
"Master! The disciple is back." Uncle He saluted respectfully and said hello.
When the old man heard Uncle He's voice, he trembled all over. After a while of fussing, he turned around with his hands in his sleeves.
"Disciple is back."
The old Taoist indeed had an immortal face and a long white beard, just like the old immortal.
Just as he opened his mouth, a strong smell of alcohol filled the air.
"Master! You drank secretly again!" Uncle He said with a dark look on his face.
The corner of Lao Dao's mouth twitched and he hurriedly denied, "Who said that! Lao Tao, I... hiccup..."
A burp of wine made the old Taoist blush, and he said righteously, "What the old Taoist cultivates is the Tao! He is not a Buddha!"
What happened to drinking? This is subtext.
"Where did you get the money to buy wine!" Uncle He only felt that his temples were swollen. The incense in the Taoist temple was not good. He was sitting around eating and drinking every day, unable to make ends meet. Where did he get the spare money to buy wine?
I haven’t even bought the statues in the main hall yet!
When the money was mentioned, the old man immediately became angry. He turned to look at Lingchu, who was holding Yi's hand, and changed the subject, "Who is this little girl? Your daughter? That's not right. You have only been out for half a year. You are an illegitimate daughter?"
"Disciple, let me tell you, the apprenticeship gift you gave me was only enough for you. Your master will not raise a daughter for you!" The old Taoist jumped to his feet and took two steps back.
"Master! This is what my old friend asked me to do."
"So what? Lao Tao, my place is not a shelter. What's more, Lao Tao and the female doll have no relationship."
Lingchu had been listening quietly to the conversation between Uncle He and Lao Dao, and it was only now that he spoke for the first time, "What are you drinking at the Bamboo Bar? The wine is poured into the ungrown bamboo. After three years, the wine and the bamboo Growing together, the bamboo is full of wine, and the wine is full of bamboo aroma. It was mostly produced in the Jiangnan generation of Chen State."
"Hey, you little girl, you know a lot about wine." The old Taoist finally took a closer look at Lingchu.
In Fuchun Tower, besides the fragrance of powder, there is also the fragrance of wine.
"I can make wine!"
Huanniang knows how to make wine, so Lingchu can too.
Hearing these words, Lao Tao's eyes lit up instantly, and he appeared in front of Lingchu in the blink of an eye. He grabbed Ling Chu's arm and said with a smile, "Girl, Lao Dao, I see that you have very good qualifications. It is fate that we meet! You I am destined to be destined!"
With one sentence finalized, Lingchu officially entered Taoyuan Temple and became a disciple of the old Taoist.
It’s still summer in August, but the temperatures in the mountains are starting to get cooler.
On the hillside in the early morning, the cool breeze blows, which is very refreshing.
Wearing a simple Taoist robe, with her hair tied up casually, Lingchu held a bamboo slip in his hand, sat cross-legged on the stone under the tree, and recited the scriptures word for word in his tender and soft voice.
Not far away, a big yellow cow was lying leisurely on the grass, lazily basking in the sun, occasionally lowering its head to nibble on the grass.
"Little Taoist nun! You are here to herd cattle again!"
The branches and leaves on the tree swayed, and a black head was exposed. The young man's hair was combed into a bun, his face was fair, he was smiling, and a green leaf was swaying in his hair.
Oh, it’s you again, the little Taoist priest from the Taoist temple next door.
Lingchu looked up and looked indifferent.
"Little Taoist nun, why do you come here to herd cattle every day? Are you the Taoist nun from the Taoyuan Temple in the back mountain? My senior brother told me that on Taoyuan Mountain, apart from our Taoyuan Temple, there is only the Taoyuan Temple in the back mountain! But I I have never heard of Taoyuan Temple in Houshan before. I guess your incense is not very good, otherwise why would you come here to herd cattle every day? Also, you must be reading "Tao De Jing" and "Qing Jing Jing". In some places, you I read it all wrong..." Seeing Lingchu, the young man on the tree was indifferent. He could still talk on and on, and he became more and more excited as he talked. He planned to teach the little Taoist nun in the back mountain some scriptures.
After Lingchu finished reading the sutra, he looked up at the young man indifferently. This man talked so much, was he really not tired or thirsty?
"Rhubarb! Do you want to sharpen your horns? I think this tree is very suitable for you to sharpen your horns." Lingchu closed the bamboo slip, jumped down from the big rock, and greeted the big ox not far away.
Upon hearing Lingchu's shouting, the boy on the tree turned pale, and the big ox under the tree turned its head and mooed.
When Lingchu met the boy for the first time, he was startled by the head that suddenly appeared.
Instead, the big ox that was grazing on the side slowly walked to the tree, sharpened its horns, and lightly bumped the tree trunk.
In an instant, the big tree swayed, branches and leaves flew. Before the boy could react, he fell down and landed on his butt.
After this fall, Lingchu didn't see the boy again for several days.
Later, when Lingchu saw the young man's head emerging from the tree again, the only thought in his heart was that the young man was brave.
The boy didn't wait for the big ox to get up, and quickly climbed down from the tree. He grinned and covered his butt with an ugly look on his face.
Turning his head and seeing Lingchu's thoughtful face, he shouted loudly, "Little Taoist Sister! What are you thinking about!"
After being called out, Lingchu came back to his senses, and his eyes turned around the young man, stopping at the place where the young man was covering him, and subconsciously replied, "I wonder if your butt doesn't hurt?"
With a bang, the young man felt an explosion in his head, and his fair face turned red instantly. The hand covering his butt suddenly retracted as if it had been burned, and he stammered, "You! You! Are you still a girl!" "
Lingchu blinked in confusion, why didn't she look like a girl? Looking at the young man's red face, Lingchu frowned, "Your face looks like a monkey's butt."
So ugly.
Facing the clear and dark eyes of the girl in front of him, the young man felt that the temperature on his face was rising, and his brain was turning to mush.
"No... don't be ashamed!"
The young man shouted at the top of his voice, turned around and ran away as if he was on fire.
Why isn't she ashamed? Lingchu felt that this question was a bit profound.
"Stinky girl! My name is Wang Shaoyuan, the King's King, the Young Master's Young Master, Yuan Bo Yuan, what's your name!"
The boy who ran away turned back and shouted ten steps away from Lingchu.
"The beginning of Yu's spirit, the beauty of Yu, the beautiful spirit of Zhong Ling, the beginning of human beings."
Yu Lingchu, Wang Shaoyuan recited Lingchu's name silently, then turned away and ran away with his face still flushed.
Many years later, Lingchu realized that this emotion was called boyish shame.
