Master of the rivers and lakes

Chapter 449
After those people walked away and the sound of horseshoes could not be heard, the three pedestrians breathed a sigh of relief. Although they were frightened into a cold sweat, at least nothing happened.

However, the three of them glanced at each other, and still felt a little bit of sympathy in their hearts.

After helping the owner of the tea stall, the three packed up their things and prepared to leave quickly, but just as the three were about to leave, the sound of horseshoes came from a distance.

However, this time there was not only the sound of horseshoes, but also the sound of wheels.

And the voice was very clear, not messy at all. Obviously, it was a carriage.

The three of them and the tea stand owner glanced at each other, thinking in their hearts, why are there so many horses today... no, why are there so many people.

After a while, a carriage came outside the tea stall, driven by an ordinary coachman.

Seeing this coachman, the four people in the tea stall thought, this time he should be a normal person.

After the carriage stopped, a man opened the curtain and jumped down. Looking at the four people who seemed to be welcoming guests, he asked strangely, "Where are you?"

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Danfeng Mountain is just a small earth mountain with a radius of not far and a height of less than a hundred fathoms. There are no steep and strange peaks, and no rushing springs and waterfalls.

But it is completely different from other seasons in autumn, and it has become a good place for some people to visit because it has an attractive feature.

It can also be inferred from the name of this mountain that its characteristic is the red maple all over the mountain.

The maple tree is a color-changing tree. Its leaves are like unfolded palms, and its five branches and leaf angles are like five fingers.

In autumn, it turns red, so red that it turns pale, and it turns purple.

The red leaves all over the mountain brought a splendid spectacle to this earth mountain, and became the name of this small earth slope, Danfeng Mountain.

Now it is the season of early winter, although the red leaves on the mountain are still red and purple, but most of the red leaves have withered long ago.

The ground has long been covered with a layer of fallen leaves that are thicker in color than the trees, and only a small half of the branches still retain their original red color.

On the mountain road, Yan Changhan and Ren Yanyu were leading their horses. Why did they turn to Danfeng Mountain instead?
Naturally, Ren Yanyu also had such doubts. At this moment, they had just gone up the mountain, and Ren Yanyu looked at the red fallen leaves all over the mountain with joy.

She thought it was extremely beautiful, but she still asked, "Second Brother, why are we here on this mountain?"

Yan Changhan said: "Go to the Taoist temple on this mountain to offer incense sticks."

Ren Yanyu wondered: "Shangxiang? Second brother, didn't you really dislike going to the Taoist temple with your aunt and others to pray?"

Yan Changhan shook his head and said, "It's different now."

Ren Yanyu asked again: "Why?"

Yan Changhan said: "It's nothing, we're almost there."

It's actually very simple, because the moment Yan Changhan was injured in Fuhuguan, he knew that he might not be saved, but the Taoist priest Xuancheng rescued him.

During the time when he was recuperating and unable to move, Yan Changhan, who had nothing to do, could only choose to read those Taoist books. Gradually, he felt that what was written in those books was quite reasonable.

In addition, his resurrection from the dead naturally made him change his mind, so he thought, if he walks in the rivers and lakes in the future, whenever he meets a Taoist temple, he will go to burn incense sticks.

However, he naturally wouldn't tell Ren Yanyu these things, because he knew that telling her these things would only make Ren Yanyu worry about him, so it's better not to say anything.

After walking along the mountain road for a short time, the two of them saw a shallow stream meandering by, and there were paths paved with bluestone slabs of different sizes along the stream to not far away.

And Yan Changhan and Ren Yanyu could also see that not far away, there was a Taoist temple standing beside the woods and beside the stream.

Ren Yanyu pointed there and asked, "Second brother, is that there?"

Yan Changhan nodded and said, "That's right, let's tie up the horses and let's go over there."

There is a large open space next to the stone road by the stream. There is no vegetation on it, and it is bare. Obviously, this is the place where tourists tie their horses and park.

After tying the horse's reins to the tree, Yan Changhan and Ren Yanyu walked towards the Taoist temple.

This Taoist temple has been around for a long time. I don't know when it was built. The scale of the Taoist temple is not large. There is only one main hall and five or six side rooms.

The orthodox Jiutian Zhenjun is enshrined in the main hall, but judging from the mottled marks on the puppet, this Taoist Zhenjun did not descend here, so the incense of this Taoist temple is not very strong.

After all, not many people would come to such a short and ordinary mountain on weekdays, and only in autumn would people come.

But in autumn in the southwest, the wind is howling, and after the early autumn, fewer and fewer people come.

What's more, now that it's winter, no one will come.

Moreover, if those rich families or ordinary people with little money go to the Taoist temple to offer incense and pray, then there is a Taoist temple in Jinyuan City that inherits the Wuchang Temple of Wuchang Mountain, Xuanxia Temple.

The incense is flourishing there, and the orthodoxy is passed on, which is the first choice for everyone to pray.

As for the rest, how can there be any money left to come to Taoist temples to offer incense and pray?Even if there is, others will not choose such a dilapidated Taoist temple.

Therefore, since there is no offering of incense for believers from the ten directions in the Taoist temple, it can only be maintained by other income.

Since the environment was fairly clean and it was the only place to live in Danfeng Mountain, the five or six guest rooms became the only source of income for this Taoist temple.

If some tourists who come here in autumn fall in love with the cleanliness of this place, they may live here for a day or two, and then donate a few taels of silver.

Therefore, relying on this meager income, the lives of the two Taoist priests, one old and one young, were supported in the Taoist temple.

The old Taoist priest is very old, and he calls himself Danhe to the outside world. He brought a child here ten years ago, bought the Taoist temple with 20 taels of silver, and stayed there.

The child's Taoist name is Lingquan, and he is quite handsome, with big eyes, a high nose, and a small bun, quite cute.

The old Taoist priest probably only had savings of 20 taels of silver. After taking down the broken temple, he couldn't even change his clothes, and he was still wearing a broken Taoist robe.

The little Taoist priest Lingquan has grown up in these ten years, and he probably picked up the old Taoist priest's old clothes to wear. Ten years ago, he thought it was too long, so he cut off a part. Ten years later, when people grow up, the clothes won't grow .

So now the Taoist robe on Lingquan's body has become a short pendant, and the trousers can barely cover his knees.

In the cold wind of early winter, Lingquan was actually barefoot, holding a dustpan made of dead branches, and was sweeping the fallen leaves outside Guanmen.

Judging from the fallen leaves piled up on both sides and the open space in front of the door, he should have been working for a long time.

When the work was almost finished, the old Taoist Dan Hecai came out with a pair of straw sandals, looked up at the weather, and gave his hands a sigh.

Seeing the old Taoist come out, the little Taoist Lingquan lowered his hands respectfully and called out: "Master! Your old man..."

(End of this chapter)