In addition to prosperity, there are always declining places. This is the embodiment of the vast land of China. There are more or less places that have not been industrialized in the city, maintaining the most primitive living conditions. They have been forgotten in the corners since ancient times. The first release of Xin Dabiqi Chinese website

As for whether it is intentional or intentional, no one knows whether it is, and no one cares.

On this day, Wang Le came to a forgotten area in the northern Yun Province in the south.

The mountains are bounded by the sky and the sun are rarely visited. Only when you come to this place can you know what a mountain is, and the majesty and majesty brings the vicissitudes of time.

Wang Le, wearing a white long-sleeved shirt and jeans, came to the foot of a mountain among the mountains empty-handed, narrowed his eyes and looked up the mountain silently.

The forest is lush, covering the sky and the sun, empty and leisurely. Occasionally, a flock of birds emerged from the forest and rushed into the sky, and the low roars of wild beasts echoed among the valleys and mountains.

The golden light flashed in his eyes, and the Breaking Demonic Eye opened. Wang Leto saw an ancient Taoist temple on one side of the mountainside through the forest that blocked his sight.

"Guixu Temple, hey, it's interesting." Wang Le put away the perspective ability of breaking the false Dharma eye and murmured softly.

Three days ago, Wang Le continued to go south after saying goodbye to the fat man in Lefang County, without stopping any further on the way, and spent a day rushing to Beiyun.

Although Mr. Mu gave Wang Le an address, Guixu Temple is located in the mountains, so it is not so easy to find.

So Wang Le first took a rest in the county town closest to the mountains, and at the same time, he carefully inquired about some situations from the nearby people before entering the mountains.

Crossing mountains and ridges all the way is like walking on flat ground for a martial arts master like Wang.

With the help of the Breaking Demonic Eye, Wang Le found the peak where Guixu Temple was located among the mountains early, and then rushed down and finally arrived at the foot of the mountain.

"The legend of Guixu is a bottomless valley in the sea, but the Taoist temple on this mountain was named, hehe."

Wang Le shook his head and muttered to himself, walking along the weeds up the mountain rock path towards the direction where the Taoist temple is located. Of course, he would not think that the Taoist people in the Taoist temple, such as Qingfengzi's master, did not understand Guixu's meaning.

So after a while, Wang Le didn't think about it anymore. After all, the name of the Taoist temple has nothing to do with him. Even if it is called a tea pot, it is just the evil taste of those Taoists.

The insects and birds are singing, snakes and ants are surging, and a stream flows through the mountain. The sunshine sways from the gaps between the branches and leaves. Wang Le walked through the light and dark light and shadows, and unknowingly came to the hillside, which is at least one thousand meters above sea level, and then walked slowly and quickly to the steps in front of Guixu Taoist Temple Gate.

The mountain gate is old and quaint, including this Taoist building, without a single bit of modern elements being mixed in it.

The stone steps in front of the door, made of stones, were polished by rain and soles, and now they look particularly round and restrained without showing their majesty after a long period of polishing.

Wang Le looked up and looked at it carefully for a while. He hung the three traditional wooden plaques written on the mountain gate with Guixuguan, and then he slowly walked along the steps to the closed mountain gate.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong"

The sound of the door knocker broke the silence and echoed above the Taoist temple. Then Wang Le let go of the bracelet, carried his hands on his back, and stood calmly before the mountain gate without moving anymore.

"Squeak"

After a while, amid the sound of the wooden door opening from inside, an old Taoist priest wearing a gray Taoist robe, with a thin figure and a loss of teeth appeared in Wang Le's eyes.

"This little friend is," the old Taoist looked up at Wang Le outside the door and asked with confusion.

Wang Le smiled slightly, replied to the old Taoist in the door, and then introduced himself: "Boy Wang Le, this time he came to visit senior Xiaoyaozi and brought a letter from the elders at home."

The old Taoist looked up and down Wang Le, then opened the wooden door to make a way out, and said with a gentle smile: "The old Taoist Dharma name is Qingyangzi, please come in first before talking."

After Wang Le crossed the threshold and walked into the Taoist temple, he saw that in the yard, in addition to two ancient trees that were at least hundreds of years old, and a stone table with a chessboard painted under the tree, the most expensive thing is that there is a large brass-cast incense burner about one meter high under the steps in front of the main building door. However, looking at the incense ash inside, you will know that there are not many pilgrims.

Under the guidance of this old Taoist named Qingyangzi, Wang Le walked through the yard and walked along the steps into the temple.

The Taoist Three Pure Gods faced the gate, and an oil lamp under the seat was lit, which seemed particularly solemn.

Wang Le closed his eyes slightly in front of the Sanqing statue according to Taoist customs and prayed for a while, then performed three rituals and nine kowtows, then got up and took the Three Treasures incense handed over by Qingyangzi, and inserted it into the incense burner in the order of the center, right and left.

After all these were done properly, Qingyangzi introduced Wang Le into the small room where guests were hosted.

"My friend Wang Le, this is the wild mountain tea I cooked by myself. Although it is not as good as the oolong red tops in the world, it also has a unique flavor."

After pouring tea, the two of them took their seats to separate the host and the host, Qingyangzi said with a gentle smile.

Wang Le was not polite, and picked up the tea cup that was rarely used in this era. He first sipped the hot tea in the middle, then drank it dry in one sip, then closed his eyes and immersed in the smell of tea. He was as calm as an old monk entering into meditation, with a sense of stability that young people do not have. This made Qingyangzi, who was sitting opposite, flash a hint of indecipherable appreciation flash in his eyes.

Two or three minutes later, Wang Le opened his eyes, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and opened his mouth with satisfaction and said to Qingyangzi: "This tea is good, and the skill of the seniors in making tea is even more wonderful."

After pausing, Wang Le continued: "This hand-fried tea is far from comparable to that of machine-fried today, but the requirements for hand-fried cooking are also high. Otherwise, it would be easy to stir-fried tea with old and burnt tea, and the wild tea made by the seniors is still fresh and tender, maintaining the original flavor, sober naturally does not contain any impurities. After drinking it, it will make people feel endless aftertaste."

Qingyangzi smiled, not humble, and the satisfaction on his face flashed, and then he picked up the teacup and started drinking. After all, he was the only one in this view for many years. Today, he finally came to me. It would be okay to listen to the other party’s frank words. Besides, his skill in making tea is really good and he can afford this praise.

The two of them drank tea for a while, exchanged simple greetings with each other, and introduced themselves, and finally got to the point. Qingyangzi said with a hint of apology and regret: "The master traveled around the world for many years and has never looked back. This trip was a waste of time."
Chapter completed!