Xiangxi is a gentle place, and the snow in winter is as lingering as the spring rain.
The snowflakes, either tight or loose, kept floating for three days, and the area around the Butterfly Cave had already turned into a silvery world. Zhu Tong and the others also stayed in the Butterfly Cave for three days.
Butterfly Cave is located in a quiet canyon, with the only clear butterfly stream in and out, surrounded by peaks and huge boulders.
At the end of the valley is a waterfall, and more than 200 meters away from the Butterfly Cave is the source of the Butterfly River. Even in early winter, there are still emerald green vines twisting into knots on the stone walls. Looking upward is a cloudy sky.
There is a small deep pool under the waterfall. The water is clear in color and quality. It has an unexpectedly good taste when used to make tea. There are clusters of purple plants growing in the crevices of the rocks beside the pool. They are usually tasteless, but sitting by the pool is refreshing.
After calming down for a moment, you can feel the natural fragrance that penetrates your heart.
Zhu Tong comes to get water three times a day, and he meditates here for a while every time. No one is surprised. Li Xiang is a traditional Chinese medicine doctor and has practiced health-preserving skills. Everyone knows that Ye'er sometimes comes to accompany him. She
Tea brewed with the floral tea ceremony method is the most popular drink, so everyone supports Ye'er to get water too.
The waterfall is also Duohua's favorite place, and she practices singing here every morning. Duohua said that she used to sing folk songs under the waterfall, and it took more than ten years to develop a beautiful voice.
This is where the spiritual energy of Butterfly Valley gathers, and the echo is particularly good. Singing here has a rich echo, and the sound can spread throughout the valley. Of course it feels good for Duohua to sing in such a rare place. Sitting in the position where Zhu Tong meditates
, can hear the movement outside the valley.
Duohua originally didn't like drinking tea, but now she's the one making the loudest noises; Jingchi Xuemei was always good at tea ceremony, but after enjoying the tea soup brewed by Ye'er, she no longer feels that time is difficult, and she spends most of the day pestering her.
Ye'er exchanged tea skills. Zhu Tongben wanted to remind Ye'er not to talk too much. The floral tea ceremony is the secret of the Orchid sisters. Come to think of it, Ye'er only knows the introductory skills. Basically, he still knows Zhu Menpeng Ma Gong.
Just let her go.
Due to the barrier of peaks and forests, the cold north wind cannot penetrate into the butterfly cave. It is not very cold inside, but it is still very inconvenient when sleeping. Although the cave is spacious, only half of it is a deep pool where spring water gathers. The overflowing spring water forms inside the cave
A small stream flows out from the entrance of the cave and flows into Butterfly Creek.
On the first night, the men and women set up tents respectively with the creek as the boundary. The next morning, Huang Hai was cold all over and his face was gray. He was disturbed by the cold air blowing from the entrance of the cave at night and fell ill from the wind-cold.
Fortunately, "Miracle Doctor Li Xiang" was right in front of him. Zhu Tong prepared enough medicine and applied acupuncture. Huang Hai's condition began to ease in the afternoon. On the second night, the boundaries between men and women were broken, and three tents were pitched in the creek.
Right.
Among the six people, only Huang Hai is a pure modern person. No wonder his body's resistance is the lowest.
Needless to say, Zhu Tong and Aunt Die, Duohua and Ye'er have all been baptized by cicada Gu. Even the purple butterfly planted on Jingchi Xuemei's body has been catalyzed by Aunt Die and the little liar, and is integrating with her.
The problem of eating is easy to solve. The left side of the creek is where Auntie Die cooks because of the ventilation. Firewood pots and stoves are all available. They brought a lot of rice, vegetables and convenience foods. Zhu Tong also brought a pair of pocket bags for travel
With stoves and solid alcohol, and a hot pot for every meal, my little life was prosperous and happy.
There was no cell phone signal in the valley, and for three days, they completely lost contact with the outside world. They seemed to have forgotten the outside world, perhaps because they did not want to think too much about those troublesome things. During these three days, no one bothered them.
Huang Hai brought two police walkie-talkies. The original plan was to place a sentry outside the valley, one inside the cave and one outside the cave. Huang Hai fell ill, and the little liar didn't believe that the sentry was of use to the masters of the world, so the plan fell through.
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After dinner, Zhu Tong came to meditate under the waterfall again, and soon Auntie Die came too.
"They were playing cards. I came out to take a breath." Aunt Die sat down opposite him and hesitated for a moment before saying, "You seem to be hiding something from me."
"No." Zhu Tong put away his hair and pretended to be comfortable. It was dark in the evening in western Hunan, and from such a distance, each other's expressions could be vaguely seen.
"Don't forget, we have a common secret." Aunt Die pointed to her heart, and then touched Zhu Tong's eyebrows; "You can't hide it from me."
The little liar sighed helplessly. Through Butterfly God, they could feel each other's mood swings; for the past few days, he had indeed been deliberately avoiding Aunt Butterfly.
"Is it because of him?"
Zhu Tong nodded and said nothing. He didn't know what to say. Someone was already making a fuss about Duohua's life experience, implying that Wang Xiangjian was Duohua's father. The little liar didn't know whether the other party was guessing or had some evidence. Manjianghua
On the day of Yu's opening, Wang Xiangjian shouldn't have shown up to cheer for Duohua.
Although not many people paid attention to the news, he instinctively felt that the crisis was gradually approaching.
"Tell me." Auntie Die's voice was a little trembling.
"Auntie Die, tell me honestly, how many people know about your relationship now?" This is the question that the little liar has been thinking about.
"Mr. Xiang knows, he is the only one who knows. I have only met him three times." The night went deeper, and Zhu Tong felt Auntie Die's breathing quicken and her heartbeat speed up, and her face must have turned red.
"Think carefully, have you ever mentioned it to others?"
"No... only once, and it won't be him."
"Who?" Zhu Tong became serious, realizing that something was really wrong with Aunt Die.
"It's impossible. He is a very good man. He is a highly respected monk."
"Master Chuansu?" The little liar squeezed out four words.
Aunt Die nodded: "Last month, Duohua performed too much and was too tired to do it. The boss invited the master to give Duohua a lecture. He was really amazing. Duohua's past was all right. Master Chuansu said
Duohua is a pearl falling from the mortal world, saying that her father is a big shot. He... is a big shot, and many people are afraid of him."
Zhu Tong was so angry that he almost vomited blood. Mr. Tian invited Master Chuansu to come over. With Auntie Die's knowledge, he couldn't resist Chuansu's spouting lotus flowers. It was said that it was Auntie Die, but Zhao Yongbing's knowledge was not bad, no.
Was she killed by Chuansu? It’s no wonder that Auntie Die, like Duohua, lacks understanding of the colorful world like Shanghai, and there must be times when she is confused. Master Chuansu appears as an expert who can give guidance, and she is really confused.
The mind is intoxicated by being fooled.
"Auntie Die, you shouldn't trust any master, especially Chuan Su. He is a liar wearing Buddha's clothes."
"No, Master Chuansu is highly respected. In order to help the children in the mountains, he has helped build many schools..." Auntie Die didn't believe it and was anxious to defend the person who had harmed her.
"Did he say that Auntie Die, you have profound spiritual roots and are destined to be Buddha? Did he mean that the entanglement between you and him was due to the unfinished fate of the past life? Did he think that 'all conditioned Dharma is like a dream, like a bubble, like dew, like lightning, it should be like this'
Give you beautiful scriptures such as "Guan"? Does he mean that you are a god who has come to this world to accumulate good deeds, transcend cause and effect, and find your true self as soon as possible? Does he want you to make offerings to the Buddha to repent of your sins and see through the emotions in the cycle of life?
Evil mind demon? Does he say that your life is just an illusion in the six realms of reincarnation? Does he want you to practice Buddhism so that you can escape reincarnation and be reborn in the pure land of the West?"
Zhu Tong said something, and Aunt Die nodded. In the end, the little liar was so annoyed that he forgot where he was, and his voice became much louder without realizing it.
"Auntie Butterfly, never believe in any monks. They are also human beings and they have to eat and poop. They are not gods. They have to spend money to live in Shanghai. Namo Amitabha, have you forgotten that we met in Nanhua Mountain?
What?"
"But Master Chuansu is different. He doesn't know kung fu. He only begs alms to do good deeds for others."
"You are still stubborn about it. Master Chuansu is helping children in mountainous areas, but the money is donated by believers. As far as I know, for every one hundred yuan donated by believers, less than sixty yuan is used for the children.
.That’s a kind of business! He wants to harm you and the chief. Someone announced that Duohua’s father may be him.”
"No, I didn't tell Master Chuansu his name." Aunt Die insisted almost desperately. She had just figured out what it would mean if this news was leaked. Not only was Wang Xiangjie trying to get involved, but Duohua had just established the image of Phoenix Fairy.
and career may be completely destroyed.
"As long as there is a little information, those people can know who he is. Shanghai is a cannibalistic world, you..."
Suddenly a voice echoed in the valley: "Thousand-year-old moss trees have not become spring, who believes that the fragrance is like the soul of jade? The forest is full of snow and there is no moon, lighting lamps and blowing horns to make the dusk. The two donors are so crazy, as long as they look back, the sky will still be bright and clear;
Buddha saves those who are destined and also saves devils."
The sound was vague, as if it was near yet far away, and the specific location could not be touched.
The little liar Zhu Tong Suran was startled and whispered: "Aunt Butterfly, go back quickly and ask them to guard the door." As he said that, he had already clicked on the boulders beside Butterfly Creek and jumped towards the top of the mountain.
Snow Kuang Monk has been here before, and the voice should be that of the Master of Fantasy. It must have been Snow Kuang Monk who brought him here. What is strange to Zhu Tong is that fantasy is said to be bad for practice, could it be that Snow Kuang Monk carried him here? The mountain road is not there in the first place.
It was easy to walk, but everything was slippery after three days of heavy snow... No, they came by boat.
Zhu Tong immediately gave up climbing and hurried towards the mouth of the valley.
Sure enough, there was a small boat parked at the mouth of the valley, and the wind lantern hanging on the bow cast a dim light.
On the morning of their arrival, Zhu Tong and Huang Hai pushed the boulder from the shore into the river through the snow, blocking the waterway for the ship; the ship stopped on the other side of the boulder.
The fantasy master and the crazy snow monk Kong Xue are both at the bow of the boat, one sitting cross-legged and the other standing; behind them is the white snow and clear flowing water.
One is dressed in white and is strong and fierce like the Dharma Protector Vajra. The other is calm and kind-hearted, like the reborn Buddha. They are worth only one thousand or two thousand for appearance. The man who supports the boat is an old man in black. There are only three of them on the boat.