Chapter 948 Seeing Living People in Barren Mountains

Fangzheng looked at Qingjing Sanren, and found that she was not only curious, but also a little happy, which was the joy of meeting her peers. Thinking about the desolate environment around him, and thinking about himself back then, Fangzheng immediately felt empathy for the pure and undisciplined people. It was the joy of living in the deep mountains and meeting living people for a long time! As Lotte said, human beings are social animals after all. Cultivate one's body by going out of the world, and cultivate one's mind by joining the world. Only by having both can you prove the Tao. In this regard, the real person Letian has gone farther than Fang Zheng, and the pure and undisciplined person in front of him seems to be inferior to the real person Letian.

Thinking of this, he replied: "The poor monk does know something about sculpture."

"The mage is humble. Ordinary people will never see the polishing technique of Pindao. The mage not only sees the clues, but also sees the things inside. It is really not easy. The Taoist temple of Pindao has not been visited for many years. Why don't you sit in the front? Pindao also wants to know how the outside world has changed after so many years." Qingjing Sanren said with a smile.

Fangzheng was taken aback for a moment, and asked, "Really, according to what you mean, could it be that you have lived in seclusion for many years?"

In Fangzheng's eyes, the pure and undisciplined person is only in her thirties. If she has lived in seclusion for many years, wouldn't it mean that she buried herself in the deep mountains and old forests at a young age? That is the age of a woman, who is experiencing the best time in the world, whether it is life or love, it is the most perfect time, this time to give up everything and go into the mountains? This pure and scattered person is probably also a person with a story.

Qingjing Sanren smiled and said, "I have lived in seclusion for ten years, Master Fangzheng, this way please."

While walking, Qingjing Sanren said: "This Xiaojun mountain is located in a remote place, and there are no special products or minerals on the mountain. Except for moso bamboo, there are shrubs on the mountain. The economic value is very low, and there are not many old trees, but the scenery is not bad... But it is not as good as the outside world. Compared with the famous mountains and great rivers, it is far worse. Therefore, it is not necessary for people to go to the mountains here in a year, and such a place may make the mage laugh."

Speaking of this, Qingjing Sanren smiled wryly. In her opinion, Fangzheng probably has never been to such a poor place in his life. At the same time, I was a little curious as to why this monk ran up the mountain.

However, as soon as Qingjing Sanren said this, Fangzheng shook his head and said, "I don't know, the monastery where the poor monk lives is a place where birds don't shit and chickens don't lay eggs. The real man is green mountains and green waters, where the poor monk lives." In a place where the mountains are covered by heavy snow in winter, no one goes up the mountain at all. In summer, no one goes up when the sun shines brightly. In spring, when the villagers are busy farming, no one goes up the mountain. I just want to."

Speaking of this, Fang Zheng felt a little bit bitter, so he said it very sincerely.

When Qingjing Sanren heard it, there were people who chose this kind of bitter cold place to cultivate like her. The other party was in awe, and said: "Back then when the poor came to the mountains, friends said that the golden age was buried, and people in the same way said that the poor Dao is a man of great perseverance. Looking at the master now... poor Dao is not as good as it!"

When Fangzheng heard this, his stomach was full of bitterness! The pure Sanren went to the mountain to practice by himself, but, did he? He was adopted by a monk when he was a child. It can be said that when he landed, he was assigned a job by God! When he grew up, Zen Master Yizhi left, and the bastard system came, completely pressing his bald head on the futon and rubbing it casually...

Thinking of this, Fangzheng couldn't help but smile wryly... But this smile couldn't come out. After all, anyway, this is where he makes people look up to him. Although this force is passive, he is pretending anyway, so he can't waste it halfway.

So Fangzheng even said that he didn't dare to do it.

While speaking, the two of them had bypassed a small bamboo forest. Fangzheng finally saw a big banyan tree. This big tree was extremely huge, with a canopy covering the sky and the sun, like the umbrellas of the four heavenly kings, protecting the people below.

Behind the banyan tree is a two-story Taoist temple! The Taoist temple is similar to the One Finger Temple, both of which are surrounded by big trees with walls, but the One Finger Temple is a systematically built wall, which is very tall. But the wall here is different. It is a kind of plant covered with spikes. This plant grows as tall as a person, and the roots are intertwined. Without the need for people to take care of it, it naturally becomes a unique natural wall. . Although it is a little less tall, it perfectly presents the natural charm.

Seeing Fangzheng looking at those thorny plants curiously, Qingjing Sanren smiled and said: "It's a local plant called citrus, and its aliases are: Tielizhai, stinky orange, citrus plum, citrus aurantium, citrus aurantium, Orange red and stinky berry. In our place, they are generally used as hedges. Its fruit can be used for medicine, can break Qi and eliminate stagnation, and treat prolapse, etc.; seeds can be used to extract oil; leaves, flowers and peels are said to be extracted Essence. But this poor man can't make it, and he can't use it, so he just uses its fruit to extract oil, and usually uses it as a fence."

Fang Zheng clicked his tongue and said in amazement: "This poor monk is the first to see such a miraculous plant at such a big age. Sure enough, there are no surprises in the world."

The Qingjing Sanren smiled and said nothing.

In the yard, under the banyan tree, there is an Eight Immortals Table. The Eight Immortals Table is made of stone.

There are also a few big stones on the side, and a wooden board is placed on the stone, which is regarded as a chair.

But what really made Fangzheng curious was that the Eight Immortals Table was close to the banyan tree, and the roots that had fallen from the banyan tree were twisted. When these twisted roots were combined together, it turned out to be a chair!

Fangzheng's eyes became brighter, and he came to this naturally formed chair, and asked like a curious baby: "Really, is this a natural growth?"

As a result, the Qingjing Sanren shook his head and said, "No, it was made by the poor way and it took many years to make the most of it."

Fangzheng became even more curious when he heard this.

Qingjing Sanren was not stingy, and guided Fangzheng to sit down, and then brought a set of old tea sets. Among all the tea sets, only the purple sand pot looked a bit extraordinary. It was clear water was poured in, but there was no The fragrance of tea!

Fangzheng became even more curious.

Seeing this, Qingjing Sanren shook his head helplessly, knowing that if he wanted to ask a question, he had to satisfy this curious baby first. So Fangzheng was asked to taste the tea first, and she explained: "The reason why the banyan tree can live for so long is that it is maintained by absorbing more nutrients from the earth through the roots that hang down one after another. In order to enter the soil, these Roots have a strong ability to survive, they can circle around stones, avoid barriers, and complete entry into the soil. Pindao makes good use of the situation, setting up obstacles on the way it passes, and guiding it with some ropes, allowing it to bend and grow, like weaving, will These roots weave together and finally form this chair. Pindao used this chair for eight years."