Dull white and green black formed the sky and mountain tops of Qingcheng in Ye Zhaoling's eyes. She woke up early before the sun had time to go to work.
It was an early morning in June of the tenth year after Ye Zhaoling lost his memory.
Her memory begins with a locust wood box in the Grandma's Temple at No. 6, Qingcheng Road, at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain.
June 6, 3 a.m.
She pinched her sore forehead.
Zhang Yu will be back around seven or eight o'clock, right?
She thought about it, in the past few days, husbands like him who married Ye's daughter would wait at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain to pay homage to their grandma.
Of course they went to the top of Qingcheng Mountain, not the nuns' temple at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain.
After all, the Auntie Temple at the foot of the mountain was built with crowdfunding from Qingcheng people.
No matter they are locals or outsiders, everyone can go in and worship.
Only Qingcheng Mountain has as many rules as pi.
The Ye family is the richest and most powerful family in Qingcheng.
It is like a swimming dragon entrenched on the mountainside of Qingcheng Mountain. At night, people stand at the foot of the mountain to cool off, and when they look up, they can see the brightly lit strip of light.
It was the famous Fire Tree and Silver Garden in Qingcheng, built by the Ye family around their Ping'an Building.
Rumor has it that it was built by Mr. Ye for his ten daughters.
Ye's great confidence arouses a lot of resentment: his ancestors burned high-quality incense for eight lifetimes and gained the favor of the mountain god of Qingcheng Mountain.
There is an opportunity every year to invite a divine messenger to sit in your home on behalf of all Qingcheng people.
The envoy of the mountain god—the spiritual master of the mountain, Nanny.
Therefore, locals in Qingcheng can only go up to worship at specific times.
Even Ye Zhaoling's husband Zhang Yu, the eldest son-in-law whom Mr. Ye relied on the most, had to stand at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain all night before going up the mountain.
No matter how many customs and customs there are, Ye Zhaoling can't recall them all.
Thinking of this——
After taking out a pen and paper and listing a list of dishes, she wrote, "Don't come to me. I'm going fishing. I'll be back when the time comes."
This is just a matter of sending a text message. Unfortunately, she has been too addicted to 5G surfing recently. Every time she learns some dirty words to tease Zhang Yu, the latter can't bear it, just like the second generation Pan Jinlian, luxurious dinner, warm
Fragrant nephrite...
Under the dual temptation of delicious food and beauty, she temporarily ignored sex.
The house was stolen!
Then, someone named Zhang called him "chagang", which was so serious that she felt uneasy for several days.
Then there is no more.
The phone has not been returned to her yet.
It's a pity that her brain is not very good at turning around, how can she outperform the eight hundred scheming foxes!
She only belatedly realized last night that this guy confiscated her love phone!
She bit the end of the pen and added at the end, "I've been very obedient recently! So can you give me back your phone, QAQ! I haven't signed in for the game for several days!"
The truth is actually a bit rougher. It's been a long time since she downloaded a dungeon with someone and dug into the boss's lair!
She is the backbone of the boss battle!
Post this note in a prominent place.
She walked into the kitchen, selected a few pots of vegetables, washed them and put them aside. Forgive her that she could only wash the vegetables and wash the dishes and do some leftover work.
She might have been able to cook before she lost her memory.
But after losing his memory, in addition to knowing his own name, he also learned basic common sense from scratch.
Zhang Yu also said that he fell in love with her probably because she was unique——
For example, I won’t hold an umbrella when it rains and go home.
Shuan Q! You don’t need to review black history frequently!
Thanks to good luck, she was adopted by Mr. Ye as his first adopted daughter. If she had been somewhere else, she might have been thrown into a river to feed the fish.
Fortunately, there is only one river in Qingcheng, Qingcheng River.
She picked up the fishing gear and barrel and got ready to go out.
Before going out, she looked forward to the real use of these tools as usual.
On the road, the leaves of the locust tree whispered hello above the head. The elegant fragrance of the locust flower lingered for several months, embracing the small town again.
When she walked to the fishing platform by the river, there were only a few lonely street lamps around. She couldn't help but feel proud, hey, the best location! Bring it to you!
However, in previous years, it was only possible to grab a good spot in these few days.
Most of the old men are rushing down from Qingcheng Mountain.
After she sat firmly on the Diaoyutai, she glanced at the watch on her wrist. The pointer was about to point to four o'clock.
Although she was sitting on the fishing platform, her heart was wandering and she looked back frequently.
Sure enough, within a few minutes, a slender figure appeared on the path next to the bushes, holding a thin fishing rod and shaking it three times with one step.
Who is it if it’s not the Taoist Priest!
Ye Zhaoling took the bucket and stood up, then bowed to the Taoist Master in a polite manner, and then dragged his stool over to signal the Taoist Master to sit down.
The Taoist priest shook his head.
I saw him waving his sleeves to flick the fishing line without hooks and baits, and diving into the water with a pop. He lifted up his Taoist robe, bent his knees, and sat down in the air.
Ye Zhaoling was so impressed that he was speechless in his heart.
The Taoist priest is a strange person.
People are kind-hearted and the way is natural.
In the three hundred years of Ye family's foundation, there are no less than hundreds of famous descendants or disciples, but he is the only guest who is praised by the world for his Taoism.
At the same time, he was the benefactor who saved her life!
In this world, apart from Mr. Ye and Zhang Yu, only Taoist Master treated her the best.
She had never been in good health. I thought it was congestion in the brain that compressed the nerves, causing amnesia. She was always suffering from minor illnesses, but she went to the hospital for a checkup, but nothing was found.
I met several fortune tellers on the road. They shook their heads when they looked at her, and they all concluded that she would not live for more than ten years.
This is already the tenth year.
It is impossible not to panic.
Fortunately, I met this Taoist priest with real ability.
It was all up to the Taoist Priest to refine the elixirs to heal her sick and disabled body.
She couldn't speak today, but she could only express the gratitude and admiration she felt in her heart through her eyes and actions.
Today's Taoist priest seems a little different?
She found an old man who was usually unkempt and always wore straw sandals and a patched monk's robe.
He put on used cloth shoes with no holes in them, and a brand-new blue Taoist robe with the word "Tao" in cursive script embroidered on the back.
I can't help but feel a little curious.
You know, the Taoist priest's standard of food, clothing, housing and transportation is extremely low——
He lives in a thatched hut with bamboo fence, wears mango shoes and common clothes, and eats the flavor of huo and quinoa soup.
His basic necessities of life, food, clothing, housing, and transportation were extremely poor. No matter how you looked at him, he looked like an ordinary old Taoist priest. He didn't look like a guest who had just stepped out of the Ye family's fiery tree and silver garden.
If it weren't for the fact that everyone in Qingcheng knew him and had a high status, he would be treated as a beggar.
Maybe she had been looking at the Taoist Priest's neat beard for too long.
The Taoist priest stretched out his hand and stroked it, and asked in a warm voice: "Do you remember what day it is today?"
Ye Zhaoling nodded.
June 6th is the day to worship Grandma Qingcheng Mountain.
They all had to go to the top of Qingcheng Mountain, and the daughter of the Ye family, who had the highest status, would take Nanny to the Ye family for a day.
The Taoist priest sighed, interrupting her thoughts. She raised her head and asked what happened with her eyes. The Taoist priest, who had always been the master of world affairs, actually sighed.
"There may be changes today and tomorrow."
The Taoist priest said this meaningfully without going into details.
He also said: "The secret of heaven must not be leaked."
"There are times in life that must come, but there are times in life that don't force you to force them."
Ye Zhaoling was naturally convinced by his benefactor's words.
Half an hour later, under Ye Zhaoling's envious gaze, Dao Chang caught a wild carp over one meter long with his baitless fishing line.
Seven years ago to the present, Liu Daochang goes down the mountain to fish every June, rain or shine.
Only on June 6th, people at the bottom of the mountain can go up the mountain, and people at the top of the mountain can go down.
The Taoist laughed a few times, picked up the fish and put away the pole.
