Chapter 230 Pearl Pond
The next day, the early morning sun slowly rose from the mountains and forests. The stream reflected the sun's rays and was cut into thousands of pieces of golden light.
Jiang Liuer threw the bucket into the stream, and then slowly tightened the rope on the handle of the bucket. He fetched water from the river, just like he had done for many years, and then returned to the hut to boil water for cooking. In the morning, after several people had a bowl of white porridge with pickled vegetables, Xue Lingsheng Junqian and Jiang Liuer went to look for the so-called Fan Yixian.
Jiang Liuer's home was actually on the outskirts of Baiyun Mountain, and as he continued deeper into Baiyun Mountain, Xue Ling finally saw more scenery about Baiyun Mountain.
The mountain road is rugged, but Jiang Liu'er himself is used to walking on mountain roads, and Xue Ling and Sheng Junqian are highly skilled in martial arts and agile, so they are not afraid of walking on any mountain road.
The three of them basically went upstream, passed through a large pine forest, and then continued along the mountain road. After walking for about ten miles, they saw a prosperous temple in the distance. The wind blew and they could hear the hanging lights in the temple. The bell jingles.
The mountain gate is at the intersection, and there is an old vermilion plaque on it, which reads "Temple of Earthen Jars"①.
There was a faint sound of chanting in the distance, and a high golden dome of a temple could be seen.
"Is this the Crock Temple?" Xue Ling asked, looking at the big temple from a distance.
Jiang Liu'er nodded: "This is the Crock Temple. Do you want to see it, girl?" "
I won't go there yet." Xue Ling shook her head and said, "It's enough to know that the Crock Temple is here."
Jiang Liu'er agreed. With a sound, the three of them continued walking along the mountain road.
Going further, the mountain road becomes steeper and more rugged. The gradual path can only be used by one person, so three people line up.
Seeing that we had set off early in the morning, the sun was already high above our heads.
Sheng Junqian couldn't help but ask, "Brother Jiang, how far is it to Fan Yixian's residence?" "It's almost
there." Jiang Liu'er said, and then stopped: "Did you hear any noise?"
Xue Ling stopped and listened. , I heard the sound of water tinkling in the distance, as thin as a trickle, tinkling, ticking.
"Is there a small waterfall ahead?" Xue Ling asked.
"When you hear the sound of the waterfall, we're almost there." Jiang Liu'er said.
The three of them walked a few miles further on the mountain road and saw twists and turns. As they climbed up a hill, they saw a trickle of water rushing down the mountain wall in the distance from a mountain dozens of meters high. It was like a piece of bright silk, with the power of water. I don't know that thousands of years have flowed here, carving the granite body into nine curves and six beads, and then splashed into the pool water, and the sound of ding-dong water came from here.
In the small open space next to the waterfall and the small pool, there are several thatched huts with golden thatched roofs, surrounded by green bamboo fences. From a distance, you can see a few hens walking back and forth in the fences, and the courtyards of the huts are basking in the sun. Various medicinal materials.
What a secluded place for an immortal hermit.
Sheng Junqian could be regarded as Ye Gong's lover, and he had always admired this secluded life. When he saw the scenery of this small house, he couldn't help but admired: "Is this the residence of Fan Yixian?" Jiang Liu'er nodded
.
Sheng Junqian looked at the hut opposite from a distance, put his hands in front of his mouth, and shouted: "Shanxi Shengjunqian, I came here to visit Fan Yixian, can you come out to see me?" Sheng Junqian's voice was filled with internal energy
. Therefore, it condenses and never disperses, echoing in the mountains and valleys, and the ending of "Can you come out and see me" stretches over the mountains and stretches endlessly.
But no one in the hut answered.
"Is it true that Fan Yixian is deaf?" Sheng Junqian couldn't help but said.
When he yelled like this, even if the other person was sleeping like a dragon in the hut, he would be woken up at this time.
Instead of no movement at all.
Jiang Liu'er looked at Sheng Junqian: "Don't be rude to the medical fairy."
Xue Ling walked towards the hut opposite without saying a word: "You will know what the situation is when you go over and take a look."
So the three of them started talking. Along the path, I slowly walked around to these huts. I just felt that these huts looked like a scenery from a distance, but when I got closer, they looked even more quiet and exquisite.
Xue Ling looked at the hens in the bamboo fence: "The hens are quite fat, which at least means that Fan Yixian is still raising the hens instead of killing them for meat, or staying away from no one to take care of them." Sheng Jun
Qiandian He nodded, then walked to the bamboo fence door and shouted again: "Junior Shanxi Sheng Junqian, come to see Fan Yixian." There was still
no sound inside the door. Xue Ling reached out and pressed the bamboo door, and found that the door was only empty. Cover, push open.
Various medicinal materials are being dried in the yard, and it seems that the owner is not far away.
"Perhaps Fan Yixian just went out to collect medicine?" Jiang Liu'er speculated.
Xue Ling, on the other hand, said nothing and continued to approach. When she came to several huts, she pushed them open one by one and checked them, only to find that they were all empty.
In these huts, there are bedrooms with beds, kitchens and living rooms with stoves, tables and chairs, and medicinal herbs that are dried and dried, and there are medicine rollers, copper balances and other tools. It can be said that although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs. .
Xue Ling went straight to the kitchen and checked the ingredients in the kitchen and the use of the stove. She saw that there was still ash in the stove, and it felt warm to the touch.
In the small cellar on the side of the kitchen where food is stored, you can see several baskets of fresh mushrooms, bamboo shoots and other ingredients that seemed to have been picked just a few years ago, as well as a small bag of corn. All these indicate that the owner seems to have just left and will come back at any time.
"Maybe he really went out to collect medicine." Xue Ling said to herself.
And if you go out to collect herbs, you may not come back for a day. After all, the mountain roads are rugged and travel is inconvenient. There is no reason to come back for lunch at noon.
Sheng Junqian came to the bedroom with the bed and saw two small beds in the small room. The bedding was plain and tidy. Sheng Junqian checked the bed for a moment, and finally twisted it on the pillow. A foot long black hair.
"Is this Doctor Fan a woman?" Sheng Junqian turned around and asked Jiang Liu'er.
Jiang Liuer immediately shook his head: "Fan Yixian is an old man over fifty years old, so how can he be a woman?" "
But this is clearly a woman's hair." Sheng Junqian looked at the black hair in his hand and said.
At this moment, Sheng Junqian suddenly felt a little sore and weak, and almost fell to his knees for a moment.
"Sure!" Sheng Junqian said hastily, but in front of Sheng Junqian, Jiang Liu'er, who had been calm just now, fell to the ground with a clang.
"Lin Xue!" Sheng Junqian shouted Xue Ling's name loudly, and at the same time reached out to grab the corner of the bed, feeling that his whole body was trembling slightly.
"What's wrong?" Xue Ling replied from afar in the kitchen.
"It's poisonous here!" Sheng Junqian gritted his teeth and said coldly.
Note: ① Most of the description of the Crock Temple here comes from the time when Lu Zhishen burned down the Crock Temple in Water Margin. In fact, Yiseng Yiyi was also inspired by watching Water Margin some time ago.
Of course - this is a martial arts story.
(End of chapter)