I didn't intend to be a Fairy

On one side are terraced villages and on the other side are the sea of ​​clouds and sky.

Not far away, suddenly a middle-aged man stumbled along the field path accompanied by his entourage.

The middle-aged man was obese and dressed gorgeously. He still had a decorative long sword hanging on his waist. He was panting and sweating while running, and the long sword kept dangling on his waist. Compared to a few years ago, his ears and temples are a little grayer now, and his face is a little more weathered.

"Front! Front!"

A follower pointed forward and shouted.

The middle-aged man naturally saw Song You and his party, but instead of slowing down, he ran faster.

He didn't stop until he came to Song You. He couldn't help but bend down, supporting his thighs with his hands, gasping for air, and then straightened up again and saluted him.

"Meet sir."

After saying that, he immediately bent down again and placed his hands on his thighs.

"I've met Liu Gong."

The Taoist also stopped and held his hands.

But compared to the businessman who was out of breath and could barely straighten his waist, he looked calm and stood as straight as a tree.

"I haven't seen you in a few years. How are you doing, sir?"

"It's fine for now." Song You smiled at him, "Why is Mr. Liu in such a hurry?"

"well……"

The middle-aged man surnamed Liu still couldn't help but gasp, and while panting, he said: "I went up the mountain today to inspect the construction progress of Qinglong Temple. I heard a craftsman say that an old friend of Liu came to the mountain. Liu heard him I knew it was Mr. from the description, and I was afraid that Mr. was gone, so I immediately ran over to look for him."

"If there is fate, we will eventually meet. The path is narrow, near the cliff and uneven. Liu Gong is running in a hurry, so be careful of danger."

"I know! I know!"

The middle-aged man surnamed Liu nodded repeatedly.

After stopping for a while to catch his breath and regaining his composure, he straightened up again, pointed ahead and said to the Taoist: "This is not the place to talk. Sir, please move on and chat while walking."

"good……"

The Taoist followed him forward.

"I heard that Mr. Liu funded the construction of a Taoist temple on this mountain, in front of the cliff, to worship the real dragon. It's really a generous move."

"I had this idea before... I think I have talked about it with my husband? In short, Liu originally yearned for immortality and magic practice. He also had the idea of ​​coming to the mountains to live in seclusion before, but he was distracted by the trivial matters of business at home at the foot of the mountain. In the past few years, when I came here every spring to buy silk and wait for the real dragon, I also chatted with the hermits and masters in the mountains. I simply gritted my teeth and no longer hesitated." The middle-aged man surnamed Liu said to Song You, "Build a Taoist temple. It can not only worship the real dragon spirit, but also provide a place for spiritual practice for the hermits and masters in the mountains. It can also benefit the local people. When Liu gets older, he can also come to Guanzhong to practice enlightenment and take care of himself. "

"Inviting craftsmen from the county seat and transporting bricks and tiles from the mountains, didn't it cost a lot of money?"

"It does cost a lot of money! But Liu thought that the reason why Liu could make a fortune was because of his fame in 'Dragon Silk Satin', which won the favor of Changjing and even the palace. How could this so-called 'Dragon Silk Satin'... How about the silk that can be separated from this mountain? Isn’t it also the work of the real dragon?”

The middle-aged man surnamed Liu said this, turning his head to look at the bottomless sea of ​​clouds surrounded by the mountains next to him.

What I recalled in my mind was the scene where the real dragon soared against this cliff, lowered its head and looked at the Taoist. After presenting the orb, it breathed out again, making thousands of mountains green again and spring coming to the earth.

I have seen the real dragon three times before, from far and near, and the latest time was only this close, but I have never seen the real dragon lower its head and cast a gaze, let alone such a scene. The shock that gave him at that time far exceeded the sum of the previous three times, including the first time.

He paused for a moment:

"And now the mountains are getting more and more chaotic. There are many natives in Yunzhou who are ready to make trouble. The hermits and masters on the mountain also say that Dayan will not be at peace for a few years. Some want to go down the mountain, and some want to close the mountain... But when it comes How can it be so easy to hold on to a large fortune in troubled times? It’s better to go up the mountain and at least enjoy peace and quiet.”

"What you said makes sense."

The Taoist smiled and agreed.

"It's just that in the past few years since I was separated from my husband, Liu came to the mountains every year to wait, but never saw the real dragon again. I heard people in the village said that the real dragon flew away that day and never came back." Liu The middle-aged man glanced at Song You as he spoke, "But I don't know if the real dragon is willing or likes it if we build a palace for the real dragon in this mountain."

The middle-aged man named Liu felt uneasy.

What made him uneasy was not that he might hear the answer "The real dragon doesn't like it or not" from the Taoist's mouth, but that since that day, it was said that no one had seen the real dragon come back. It was only later that he remembered that he was almost killed by the real dragon that day. I was deafened by the roar of the dragon and the strong wind brought by the flying dragon. I was also shocked by the breath of the real dragon spitting out pearls. My mind was almost blank. In this faint moment, I seemed to hear the vague sighs of the Taoists around me. One sentence:

"Now the real dragons in the world are truly extinct..."

I don’t know if I heard it wrong.

Or maybe it's his own hallucination.

At this time, he looked at the Taoist, but all he saw was that the Taoist shook his head, smiled, and said to him: "As long as Liu Gong and the mountain people like it..."

There was quite a bit of emotion in the smile.

"Then the real dragon..."

"The real dragon is no longer here."

"..."

The middle-aged man surnamed Liu was stunned for a moment and then fell silent.

The sound of shouting, knocking, sawing and other miscellaneous sounds came to my ears again.

A corner of the palace under construction appeared in front of them, and following the steps of several people, their eyes gradually looked down. The entire Taoist temple courtyard palace appeared in their eyes, with many craftsmen busy at work.

It's just that the sun has gone up three poles.

Ba Shu is not too cold in winter and not too hot in summer, but these are temperatures, and the factor of sunlight needs to be factored out. Not many people can withstand the midday sun.

As some mountain people came from the other side, all carrying burdens, and with another gong sound, all the craftsmen cheered and left their original positions.

It's time for lunch.

"Liu also just learned that his husband was here. In his haste, he didn't even have the time to ask his old friends in the village to help prepare a good meal, so he asked his husband to move to the village and have a meal first, and then arrange a meal in the evening. Let's have a good time catching up with Mr. Liu at the table." The middle-aged man surnamed Liu looked at Song You and looked at the cat taking small steps at Song You's feet with a wooden ball in his mouth. He said, "Wait for the afternoon, and then invite Mr. Help me see how this palace is doing."

"What did they eat?"

The Taoist looked at the craftsmen in front.

There is nothing better than a day's hard work to provide food, so as soon as the villagers bringing food arrived, all the craftsmen rushed forward, holding bowls and smiling broadly.

The first person to get the food either squatted on the spot, found a stone to sit on, or just stood nearby and started to devour it.

This scene is also very appetizing.

The Taoist could faintly smell the food.

"Has Mr. Liu ever tasted these?"

"Of course, after eating it, Liu often came here to inspect, so he ate it with the craftsmen. It's just to entertain Mr., but never use this."

"Why bother Mr. Liu and the people in the village? If Mr. Liu is interested, please invite us to have a meal with the craftsmen." Song You said with a smile, "Seeing that you are enjoying the meal, I am already hungry."

"this?"

The middle-aged man surnamed Liu was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the calico cat next to the Taoist: "The craftsmen have ordinary food. Although there is oil and water, there is little meat. Mr. may be able to eat it, but how can Empress Sanhua like to eat it?"

"Young Master Liu is worry-free, and Empress Sanhua can also eat it."

At the same time, the calico cat also lowered his head, put down the wooden ball, raised his head and meowed at him, and then picked it up again.

"Then I feel wronged, sir."

The middle-aged man surnamed Liu took him there.

Many craftsmen came down from the mountains to build Taoist temples here. Unlike the hard laborers who were recruited by the government to work as slaves, as hosts, they naturally had to entertain them well. Liu Gong was generous and the people in the mountains were simple. He also prepared red rice and dry rice for them, plus a bucket of mixed vegetables. Some finely chopped fish could be seen in it. The soup was red and smelled of soy sauce and vinegar, so it was considered a good meal. .

The Taoist filled a bowl and sat at the door of the Taoist temple to eat.

The middle-aged man named Liu is the same as him.

The calico cat squatted next to it, with its own small bowl in front of it. It also contained red rice and vegetable leaves with soup. It lowered its head and slurped as it ate.

Yesterday, the craftsman came to talk to the Taoist, and other craftsmen also came to say hello to the middle-aged man surnamed Liu.

In this place, the surroundings were noisy, so there was no such thing as eating without talking or sleeping. Liu Gong held the bowl and faced the white clouds in front of him. While eating, he told him about his plans for the Taoist temple and invited some master hermits from the mountains to come. Regarding hosting and practicing in the contemplation, which ones were agreed to and which ones were rejected? I don’t know which one is good or bad for me to be the host of the contemplation.

Song You also chatted with him.

There is both atmosphere and beautiful scenery, so even a light pot meal can be eaten with gusto.

Unknowingly, the bottom of the bowl was reached.

"The craftsmen are like starving ghosts. If you, sir, are not full and want to eat more, there will be no more."

"Thank you Mr. Liu for the treat. I'm full."

"The food is crude, I feel wronged sir."

"Where is Mr. Liu?"

"Sir, he is an immortal and an expert. Now that we have come here and met him again, Liu is bold enough to ask him to inscribe a name for the Taoist temple." The middle-aged man surnamed Liu took advantage of the situation and said.

"Name and inscription?"

Song You smiled when he heard this.

"Although my calligraphy is not bad, it is definitely not good. Even compared to my cat now, it is hard to say that it is better. I don't have the face to accept Liu Gong's request to inscribe the name of this Taoist temple. If we come again in the future, Here, you will be ashamed to see the words "Down" hanging on the door of the Taoist temple. What's more, there are countless hermits and masters in the mountains, many of whom are good at calligraphy and painting. Liu Gong might as well ask them to help, so as to add some elegance to the Taoist temple." Song You told the truth. After saying that, he just paused and then said, "However, Mr. Liu warmly entertained me and the Taoist temple is now newly established, so it is hard not to repay him."

Song You lowered his head and looked at the calico cat.

The middle-aged man surnamed Liu also followed him and looked at the calico cat.

The calico cat had just finished eating and was grooming its fur. The wooden ball was placed next to her, as if she was tired of playing with it.

Sensing the gaze of her Taoist priest, she also raised her head and looked at him. Her eyes flickered a few times, and she easily understood what the Taoist meant. Then she stretched out her paw, flicked the wooden ball next to her twice, and removed it from her own body. He moved his feet to the Taoist's feet and then continued to lick and comb the hair on his neck.

The middle-aged man surnamed Liu was stunned and didn't know why.

As for what the Taoist said about his handwriting being harder to pronounce than his own cat, this was naturally regarded as a joke by the middle-aged man surnamed Liu.

"I once visited a Taoist temple in Jingzhou. There was an ancient tree in the temple, which was quite elegant. As for the other Taoist temples I visited, it seemed that many of them also had trees planted in them, which were both elegant and nourishing." Song Youzhuan He looked at the Taoist temple inside, "Since Liu Gong's Taoist temple is newly built, it just so happens that my Sanhua Empress picked up a strange tree seed in front of the cliff. It may be fate. We planted it for Liu Gong in the temple. Just a tree, I hope it stays green forever.”

When the middle-aged man surnamed Liu heard this, he quickly handed over his hand:

"Thank you sir."

"You're welcome, Mr. Liu"

Then the Taoist bent down to pick up the tree seed, and called the calico cat to find a place in the middle of the outer courtyard of the Taoist temple. He asked the cat to help dig a pit and bury the tree seed.

Cover with a thin layer of soil and pour a large bucket of water.

The Taoist also asked the swallows on the eaves to help.

The swallow flew over and stood next to the tree species without making any movement. However, in the blink of an eye, the tree species had taken root and sprouted, pushing out of the soil.

In just a short while, the buds turned into small trees.

In just a few moments, someone was cumming.

At this time, the craftsmen in the Taoist temple were surprised and gathered around to check it out, with strange expressions, as if they were watching a magic trick at a temple fair.

During the inspection, the small tree has grown into a big tree.

The canopy of the trees is like an imperial canopy.

Sprinkling a piece of shade in the unbuilt Taoist temple.