Chen Ping'an didn't pay much attention to it and just said that he had learned his lesson.

The ferry docked at the Fuyin Cave mansion in Qianhe Country. If it had been the past, Chen Pingan would have immersed himself in the journey. But this time, Chen Pingan still went to visit the owner of Fuyin Cave. Maybe he knew about the turmoil on the ferry.

The old monk in the Dragon Gate Realm, the majestic national master of the Qianhe Kingdom, was still very enthusiastic. Chen Pingan shamelessly asked some rough inside stories about the collapse of the Cave Heaven Paradise. The old monk was no stranger to this. After all, Fuyin Cave was still quite famous.

Although the size is only more than ten miles in radius, the secret treasures and relics of the Immortal Family have been dug out by the seniors long ago. The aura of the cave is not very abundant. Later, by chance, the old monk took over this place as a monk.

In this place, with its branches and leaves spread out, when facing visitors from all walks of life, it has its own set of well-known polite expressions. It can be said in detail, but what should not be said is absolutely not said. As soon as the old monk heard that Chen Ping'an was from the Dali people, he became more and more excited.

He had a fever and insisted on keeping Chen Ping'an for a few days. Chen Ping'an resisted for a while, so the old monk gave him a Jiugongge treasure box as a parting gift. He collected nine magic weapons carved from several specialties of Fuyin Cave.

A square, in fact, the price is not high. The market price in Qianhe Country is around twenty pieces of snow. For a secular dynasty, it is of course a sky-high price, but in the eyes of the mountain monks, it is not considered a rare gift.

After Chen Pingan accepted the small treasure box, he gave back a pot of Fengweidu Water Well Immortal Brewing from Fuyin Cave. When the old monk from Longmen Realm heard that it was the wine from Fengweidu, he was very happy and invited Chen Pingan to pass by Qianhe next time.

No matter what, I have to come to Fuyin Cave to have a drink. I don’t have such a mellow wine as the Shuijing Immortal brewing. However, Qianhe Kingdom has some unique scenery that is not found anywhere else. I dare not say that it will make the monks linger. If you just look at it,

Last time, it was definitely a worthwhile trip. He, the national master of the Qianhe Kingdom who was a joke, was willing to accompany Chen Pingan on the trip.

The old monk personally sent Chen Ping'an to the border of Qianhe Country before returning home.

There was a young direct disciple next to him who was a little confused and wondered why the master had to go to such great lengths. The old monk in the Longmen Realm said with emotion: "On the road of cultivation, as long as you can form good relationships, no matter how big or small, don't miss it.

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The young disciple seemed to have some enlightenment. The old monk was afraid that the disciple would go astray, so he had to remind him: "At your age, you still have to practice diligently and devote yourself to enlightenment. Don't be too distracted by the world and the world. Just know the pros and cons.

, wait until the day when you are as rotten as your master and can no longer walk on the mountain road, then you can do these things again. As for the so-called master, in addition to teaching you Taoism, you also have to do these helpless things that may not necessarily be in line with your heart, so that you can teach your disciples.

From now on, the path of spiritual practice will become wider and wider."

The old monk rubbed his disciple's head and sighed: "The last time you went down the mountain alone to practice, the master was actually watching the ridiculous behavior you did with the powerful children of Qianhe Country.

It's a good way to build a relationship, but in fact you don't like it, otherwise Master will be disappointed in you. People who practice Taoism should know what the true foundation of a life is. Why do you need to care about those human relationships? What's the point? Remember that outside of practice, everything is the same.

It’s false.”

The young disciple was horrified.

The old monk smiled and said, "I just want to take this opportunity to clear up the confusion in your heart. The twenty snowflakes sent by Master will not be in vain."

The young disciple bowed in obeisance and said, "My teacher's kindness is profound and I will always remember it in my heart."

The mountain master of Fuyin Cave, stroking his beard and smiling, walked with his proud disciples who had high hopes on the ridge path with a wide view.

Chen Ping'an carried his sword and rode on horseback, continuing north from the northern border of Qianhe Kingdom.

Of course, he could not have guessed that his previous visit to Fuyin Cave Mansion had allowed an old monk in the Longmen Realm to take the opportunity to awaken a disciple of the Mantle.

On a hot summer day with a slanting wind and drizzle, Chen Pingan, one man and one rider, handed over the pass and successfully passed the Dali border pass.

This time I returned to Longquan County and chose a new road instead of taking the route between Hongzhu Town and Qidun Mountain.

Along the way, there was heavy rain, and the humidity and heat were extremely steamy. Chen Ping'an almost mistakenly thought he was walking in Shujian Lake in summer when it was like a steamer.

But it’s hot in summer and cool in autumn.

Crickets chirped at night.

During this period, under the ancient pine trees on a mountain top, as the sun set, I saw a heroic scribe with his bare chest and belly holding a feather fan. He was surrounded by beautiful maids, and they were singing. Farther away, two old men stood with long breathing.

, obviously they are all practitioners.

Chen Pingan passed by with his horse without squinting.

After going to the top of the mountain, Chen Ping'an felt a little sad. In the past, the Dali scholars, even the scholar Junyan who had been able to enter the Cliff Academy to study, still sharpened their heads one by one to go to Guanhu Academy, or to Sui Dynasty.

, when going to the Lu Dynasty, Dali could not retain people. According to Cui Dongshan, in the Dali literary world at that time, before the scholars quarreled, or before they started writing, they would not mention the names of several great scholars from other countries.

There are several books written by literary giants from other countries, and without some relatives in the literary world of other countries, I don’t have the shame to speak out, and I don’t have the confidence to write.

I don’t know what the situation is like in Dali Shilin today.

In fact, Chen Pingan was not interested either.

As dusk approached, Chen Pingan finally passed through several inns in the east of Longquan County, and then entered the town. The wooden fence gate no longer existed, and the town had been surrounded by a stone wall. There were no gate guards or soldiers at the door, allowing anyone to come and go.

, Chen Pingan passed the door and found that Zheng Dafeng's thatched hut was still standing alone on the roadside. Compared with the neatly planned shops nearby, it looked a bit eye-catching. It was probably because the price had not been agreed upon that Zheng Dafeng was not willing to move. Normally

Naturally, the portal of the small town would not dare to compete with the Longquan County Government in the north and the county government in the town. If Zheng Dafeng did not dare to do so, it would definitely not be enough if he lost a copper coin.

Chen Ping'an was supposed to arrive in the town ten days later, but he drove a little faster and arrived a lot earlier.

When I first entered the customs, I sent a letter to Luoposhan through the border post station, telling them the approximate date of my return home.

Chen Ping'an didn't go to his ancestral home in Muping Lane first. He led his horse across the stone bridge and went to his parents' graves. He still took out cotton bags filled with soil from various places and added soil to the graves. Not long after the Qingming Festival,

There are still some slightly faded red hanging papers on the grave, which are pressed by flat stones. It seems that Pei Qian has not forgotten her instructions.

Along the way, there were many unfamiliar faces, and it’s not surprising that most of the local people in the small town have moved to the new county town of Longquan to the north of the mountains in the west. Almost everyone has moved into brand-new and bright high-end households.

There are a pair of large stone lions standing at the entrance to guard the courtyard. At the worst, there is also an expensive drum stone. It is no worse than Fulu Street and Taoye Lane in the past. Most of those who are still in the town are elderly.

The old people who are unwilling to move are still guarding the increasingly deserted alleys, and there are many new neighbors who have bought houses but cannot see each other all year round. Even if they do meet, they talk like ducks and each cannot understand the other's.

speech.

Chen Ping'an returned to the small town and walked to the Mud Bottle Alley, which had remained almost unchanged. However, no one lived in this alley now. The few remaining families had all moved to the new county town.

The ancestral home was sold to a stranger, and they got a huge sum of money that was unimaginable in their dreams. Even if they bought a big house in the county, it would still be enough to live comfortably for several lifetimes. The Gu Can family's ancestral home was not sold, but he

My mother also settled in the county town and bought one of the largest mansions in the county town. It has a deep courtyard, small bridges and flowing water, and is rich and noble.

Chen Ping'an took out a bunch of keys from a small object, opened the courtyard door, and asked Qu Huang to loosen the reins in the small courtyard and let him stay by himself.

Chen Pingan opened the door. It was still the same, small, without any big additions. He moved an old bench and sat at the table for a while. Chen Pingan stood up, walked out of the yard, and read the door gods and Spring Festival couplets again.

, stepped into the courtyard again, and read the word spring.

Dusk fell.

Chen Pingan sat at the table and lit a lamp.

I thought I would sit there for a while and then go to Luolu Mountain to give them a surprise.

Just sitting for a while and a while, Chen Ping'an still didn't get up, he just wanted to sit for a while longer.

All joys and sorrows begin here. No matter how many miles you travel or how many years you travel, you can only truly feel at ease when you end up here.

After his parents left, Liu Xianyang often lay on the bed here and talked nonsense about longing for the distant place. The little slug also often complained here about the unreasonableness of the adults.

If your parents are not around, you must have a good way to travel. If your parents are no longer around, you must have a good way to travel.

Over in Hongzhu Town, which is not too far away from Longquan County, Pei Qian, along with a boy in green and a girl in pink skirt, sat on a high roof, looking longingly into the distance. The three of them made a bet on who would see that figure first.

On Luolu Mountain, a barefoot old man was on the second floor with his eyes closed and meditating.

Zhu Lian began to admire the talismans and characters on the bamboo towers again and again.

The female ghost Shirou was sitting boredly on a bamboo chair under the eaves. After arriving at Luolu Mountain, she was tied up and felt uncomfortable.

The top of Piyun Mountain.

Wei Bo, the righteous god of North Mountain in Da Li, and the old dragon from Huang Tingguo stood side by side, one with a leisurely smile and the other with a solemn expression.

Overlooking the town in the distance.

In an alley, there was a dim light.
Chapter completed!