It is almost late autumn, and the coolness in the mountains is becoming more and more obvious.

Many people on Mingqing Mountain are descending.

"Shao Gong, this is the farewell."

"Just say goodbye!"

Lin Jue and the junior sister both said goodbye to the strong man in linen.

"Goodbye Jianghu!"

The strong man in sackcloth also held his hand.

"Goodbye Jianghu." Lin Jue said sincerely, then turned around and saluted the second uncle on the other side, "Uncle, let's go back first."

"Go ahead, go ahead." Second Master Uncle waved his hand casually, "We may meet again in the future. You two, don't relax in your practice. I will come to test you again then."

"good."

Lin Jue knew what he was talking about.

Without thinking too much, he turned around and walked down the mountain.

Suddenly I felt someone watching me from behind.

Lin Jue turned around to check, but it was not the second uncle and the strong man in sackcloth, nor the Taoist friends from Qi Yunshan, but a group of strange Taoists looking at them from a high place.

"Who are those people? Are you friends with Third Senior Brother?"

"who?"

The third senior brother turned back and took a closer look.

"Oh, no, it's a Taoist priest on Yushan Mountain outside the capital."

"Are they also our old friends?"

"That's right." The third senior brother grinned, "I forgot to tell you that although we in Fuqiu Temple have a wide network of people, not all of them are related by fate."

"Huh? Are there any grudges?"

"These Taoist priests on Yushan Mountain are just... I don't know which senior who went out caused the grudge. Even the Taoist friends from Yishan Mountain didn't deal with the Taoist priests on Yushan Mountain." The third senior brother said with a smile, "Last year, Qiyunshan University...

There is a fighting table on the altar, and we even fought on it."

"Is there such a thing?"

"This is so normal! Taoist priests are all about being casual. We have so many seniors in Fuqiu Temple going out. You think, if someone like Second Senior Uncle is still so annoying even when he is old, how many enemies will he make?" Third Senior Brother

He couldn't help but shook his head and said, "As a result, when I go down the mountain, I don't dare to say that I came out of Fuqiu Temple."

"..."

Lin Jue glanced at him: "It's best not to say anything."

"Really? Eh? What do you mean?"

"No……"

"Don't look at it! They are all serious Taoist priests. They have an open and honest hatred. They should discuss each other, fight with each other, and quarrel. They can't intercept us halfway!"

The third senior brother laughed and walked down the mountain.

Lin Jue had no choice but to keep up with him and look back frequently.

The foot of the mountain is more lively than the mountain. After all, most people live at the foot of the mountain, and many dignitaries come here. Wherever there are people, there are business opportunities, so every household in the village has become a temporary thatched shop, and the vendors have even taken over the roadside to set up stalls.

There are booths and everything for sale, it’s like a different kind of temple fair.

Lin Jue bought a pair of bamboo baskets. After walking far away, he picked a deserted place, summoned the paper donkey, put the bamboo baskets on it, put everything into the bamboo baskets, and carried an empty book on his back.

My steps suddenly became much lighter.

Then he ate the hot steamed buns bought at the market, and talked and laughed while walking, talking about the harvests from the big ceremony, such as the elixirs and spiritual plants that the third senior brother exchanged, and the magic spells that the two of them exchanged sincerely.

When I woke up, there were dozens of miles of farmland and green mountains at my feet.

Sure enough, as the third brother said, the journey was smooth and we arrived at the pier.

The boatmen here are darker than those on the Niaoshu Mountain side. The return trip is obviously downstream, but the price is even higher, and Brother Donkey has charged a higher price. Fortunately, Lin Jue put away the paper donkey in advance.

It was also a tent boat, about the same size as the one we came from, but there were only three of them.

Of course, there is also a fox and a donkey.

The boat floats along the current and rides the wind downwards.

"Junior brother, I really love this book of yours deeply. If it were me, I would have thrown it away long ago."

"This is a gift from someone else."

"Isn't it a baby kiss in the village?"

"He's an elder from a neighboring village."

"So that's it..."

The third senior brother nodded and lay in the cabin, seeming to agree with his behavior.

Lin Jue was blowing the wind on the board of the boat and looked to both sides.

The river is rolling, thousands of sails are breaking through the waves, and there are many boats standing side by side. Some of the boats have lazy people sitting on the bows, and some are literati standing with their hands behind their hands, as if they are about to recite a poem at any time.

The sound of singing and dancing can be heard constantly, which also has the flavor of rivers and lakes in poetry.

The boatman looked like a seeker. While holding the sail, he asked them with a smile: "Where did the three Taoist priests come from?"

"Yishan." The third senior brother replied.

"Yishan?" The boatman was obviously puzzled.

"Yishan Fuqiu View."

"Where is Yishan?"

"A remote place is insignificant."

"Then it seems that the three of them must be famous teachers practicing in seclusion. They must be practicing the Tao, right?"

"Haha! You, a boatman, know a lot."

"I often go boating on the river, and I hear about anecdotes about the rivers and lakes, as well as secrets about the court," the boatman said with a smile.

"That's interesting." The third senior brother said, "But we are not famous Taoists, nor do we have any Taoist practices. We are just ordinary Taoists who come to join in the fun."

"I have been running boats for many years and have seen all kinds of people, but I can tell that the three Taoist priests must be experts!"

"How to see it?"

"Just from listening to the conversation between the three Taoist priests, I know that the three Taoist priests have good moral character! They all say that cultivating Taoism means cultivating one's moral character. If one has good moral character, one must also have high Taoist conduct!" The boatman said with a smile, "Not to mention that they are all the way from Huizhou.

He came to Yuanzhou, how could he have gone so far if he didn't have some skills?"

"Our Huizhou is much more peaceful, not to mention that the whole road is by water, which is easier than the land route." The third senior brother was very polite and waved his hands and said, "Stop flattering the boatman, the sun is about to set, it's better to find a place early.

Let’s moor the boat and cook.”

"Okay!"

The sky is dim and the water is dense.

Several boats were drifting in the still water not far or near. A boatman stood on the bow of the boat and cast a net. When he threw it casually, a round circle fell into the water.

Many boatmen often shout a few words loudly and talk to each other, saying how many customers they have received and how the business is recently. Some people are lucky and catch more fish than they can eat, and some are unlucky and do not encounter a school of fish.

When the net was cast out, it was all empty, so they shouted at each other on the water, sharing a share with each other and saying thank you.

Even though the fish in this water are not valuable, this action is still free and easy.

Immediately, smoke rose from the boat.

Just boil the caught fish with rice, add some ginger slices to remove the fishy salt and taste it, and it's dinner.

The boatman served it to them.

"There is nothing else on the boat. Rice will easily get damp if left in the cabin for a long time. I am not very good at cooking. If the taste is not right and there is a fishy smell, please bear with me."

"Nothing."

"Eat it while it's hot."

"Thank you boatman."

The three of them were not particular, so they laughed and started eating.

It was only when Lin Jue took the first bite that he frowned.

No! There’s something wrong with this porridge!

It does smell a little fishy, ​​but it's more than that.

There are some reactions to the method of taking it.

Looking up at the front, the third senior brother was holding the bottom of the bowl and drinking porridge against the edge of the bowl, one mouthful after another, with a pleased expression.
To be continued...