However, Qi Xiang also found it strange. You should know that generally speaking, most of the buildings commemorating Lu Zu in various places are named after temples and temples, while the word "gong" is not used casually.

..

Palace refers to a palace, which means a large scale.

For example, the Tianhou Palace, the Guandi Palace, the Yuewang Palace, etc. are mostly a continuous building with dozens of halls and houses combined to form a complex of buildings for believers to burn incense and worship.

But in a remote mountain village, there is actually a Pure Yang Palace, which is a bit strange.

Qi Xiang thought to himself, but saw that under the call of the middle-aged man, the people in the village also rushed out.

In fact, the mountain village is not small, with dozens of households and a population of three or four hundred. Although it is not as good as some densely populated large villages, it is also considered a large village among remote villages.

When the middle-aged man greeted him, hundreds of people gathered.

After seeing the big mountain pig, everyone was very happy. Then, when they saw the injured young man, many people were worried and asked quickly. However, when they learned that the young man's injuries had been cured by the new Xuanqing Taoist Chief, they immediately burst out with great enthusiasm.

For a moment, everyone cheered and looked very enthusiastic, showing a smile from the heart, and sincerely welcomed the arrival of Qi Xiang, a fake Taoist priest.

While the villagers were welcoming each other, Qi Xiang was indirect and learned some of the situation.

The village is not rich, and it can even be said to be poor.

The only health hospital in the village is located in a village of ten or eighty miles away. One village is a village area, and is close to the city and is easier to transport drugs, so the hospital was built there.

However, this is far away for other villages.

In order to see a doctor, you often have to walk dozens of miles of mountain road. Note that it is a mountain road.

The mountain roads are rugged and often have to circumference, or even cross the bridge and water. It is time-consuming.

In other words, it may take half a day to walk a distance of seventy or eighty miles.

For rural people who are used to walking on mountain roads, walking for most of the time is not a problem. The problem is that they can wait, but they can't wait. It was just a minor illness, but after walking for most of the time, they may become a serious illness.

Therefore, for people who lack medical conditions, this is the real illness.

However, there is an exception.

Because there was an old Taoist priest in the village Taoist temple. His medical skills were very clever, even more sophisticated than doctors in rural hospitals.

There is no need to say much about minor illnesses such as swelling and pain, colds, etc., as they are always easy to get. Even some difficult and complicated diseases, if you seek the old Taoist priest, you will have a certain successful recovery rate.

However, the old Taoist priest is old after all. He passed away safely half a year ago.

The villagers were very sad. After burying the old Taoist priest, they began to face a problem that they usually overlook. What should they do if someone in the village is sick?

In the past, I just went up the mountain and asked for treatment by the old Taoist priest. Now, I have to walk for most of the day to go to the rural hospital for treatment. This time, it has been too late.

So after the villagers discussed, they began to write letters to the Taoist Association in the city, asking them to send another Taoist priest to preside over the affairs of the Taoist temple in the village... Well, by the way, I will treat everyone's illness.

At the beginning, there was no movement in the Taoist association.

But the villagers persevered and even went to the city to petition. That's it. After half a year of hard work, the Taoist Association was finally moved by their sincerity and agreed to assign a Taoist priest to them.

Wait and wait, and finally waited for the person.

The villagers were naturally very happy. They immediately took materials locally, slaughtered the big mountain pigs, and held a grand welcoming banquet for Qi Xiang.

"You're welcome, everyone..." Qi Xiang politely refused.

"You guys are busy first." The middle-aged man waved: "I will take the Taoist priest to the Taoist temple to see it, and then come down later."

This is in line with Qi Xiang's wishes, so naturally I will not refuse.

At present, under the leadership of the middle-aged man, Qi Xiang slowly walked to the top of the mountain and saw clearly the tower-shaped building on the mountain, which was really a tower.

The tower is divided into three floors and covers a large area, with a square and round pattern, and is a pure wooden structure. However, a circle of copper wind chimes are hung above the top of the tower.

When the mountain wind blows, the ringtone is crisp and pleasant, quite pleasant.

Qi Xiang looked carefully and found that the tower was old and the patent skin on the surface was peeling off, all with mottled traces. This shows that the tower should have been built for a long time, and is estimated to have a history of more than a hundred years.

A plaque hung on the main entrance of the tower.

On the plaque, the three big characters Chunyang Palace are painted ink, which have a bit of artistic conception. However, the large plaque has been exposed little by little after years of wind and sun exposure.

If the ink color had not penetrated into the plaque, it would probably be difficult to see the strokes in it.

"Click."

At this time, the middle-aged man opened the tower gate and sighed a little: "Since the old Taoist priest left, this door has rarely been opened. But don't worry, we will ask someone to clean it and organize it every half a month."

"The things inside are absolutely not bad."

The middle-aged man vowed and handed over the key: "Master Xuanqing, you will be responsible for this place from now on."

Qi Xiang hesitated a little and took the key.

This is his plan. Hiding alone among the old forests is OK for a day or two, but it will be troublesome after a long time. It is better to pretend to be Taoist Xuanqing and stay in the Taoist temple in the mountain village for a while.

I expected that in a month, the real Taoist Xuanqing had not entered the mountain. Then in a short period of time, he would definitely not be in danger of being exposed. Besides, even if it was exposed, it would be no big deal. With his ability, he could get out at will.

OK, from today on, I will be Xuanqing.

Qi Xiang's mind was slightly calm, so he walked into the tower calmly.

When you enter the door, you will find a temple where a statue of Lu Zu is enshrined.

Compared with the ancient Taoist temples, the statue of Lu Zu was a bit brighter and more beautiful. He saw his eyes reaching his temples, his eyebrows were beautiful, his nose was straight, his face was golden and white, and there was a mole under his left corner of his eyebrows, the size of a bean.

He is wearing a wide robe and long sleeves, carrying a sword, floating in the wind, with a fairy-like appearance and a master.

At first glance, Qi Xiang's mind calmed down and his expression slowly became serious. Then he walked to the understairs and saw a scent of incense. He immediately took a stick of stick and lit it with a lighter.

Qi Xiang was sincere and respectful, and lit a stick of incense.

For a moment, the fragrance swayed and the dark red fire flashed slightly.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man's eyes were filled with smiles. He followed with an incense stick and then led his hands and said, "Master Taoist, take you to see around..."

"Okay." Qi Xiang nodded and began to visit the tower.

On the first floor of the tower is the offering hall. In addition to offering sacrifices to Lu Zu, there is also a spacious utility room that stores some debris and a large cabinet.

On the second floor, it is the abbot's room, which is the bedroom where the abbot's hall master rests at night. Next to the abbot's room, there is a study room of the same size.

The abbot's room is very simple, just an ordinary bed, chair, and table. It is clean and tidy, simple and generous.

This is the real place for the cultivation of the Qing Dynasty, and Qi Xiang was very satisfied. But what surprised him was that there were really dense books in the study next to the bedroom.

There is a large bookshelves in the study room, and several rows of shelves are full of books and Taoist scriptures.

There are relatively ancient thread-bound books and modern Taoist scriptures. Qi Xiang glanced at him and roughly estimated that there were at least thousands of books in the entire bookshelves.

This collection is not small, and it can be regarded as an unexpected surprise.

"These books are the lifelong collection of the old Taoist priest." The middle-aged man introduced: "Whoever in the village goes to the city to do business, the old Taoist priest asks them to help buy a car. Sometimes, some foreigners ask him to treat his illness. He doesn't charge any money, so he asks them to send books."

"If there are repeated books, he will give them to others. The rest are different."

There is also a hint of nostalgia in the middle-aged man's tone.

"Um!"

Qi Xiang's eyes flashed past, then left the study and walked towards the third floor.

The third floor of the tower is empty, with some pillars as support, and a tower cover tip.

Under the eaves of the tower, there are strings of wind chimes.

Standing on the third floor, you can look around and see the beauty of the surrounding landscape. Of course, the most important thing is that in an empty place, you can dry your clothes.

From bottom to top, all the way, Qi Xiang can also find that this tower called Chunyang Palace is very particular in terms of structure and details.

After walking around, the middle-aged man smiled and said, "Master Xuanqing, you are tired along the way, so settle down and rest for a while. Later, I will come up and call you. Just have a meal. Thank you for treating A San. Don't refuse..."

Qi Xiang refused to say anything. When the middle-aged man left, he looked at the tower and felt a little intimate.

"It feels good."

Qi Xiang Da Gong Hall walked to the utility room. He just discovered that the utility room was very spacious, and there was also a large cabinet. Between the cabinets, it was filled with a strong smell of Chinese medicinal materials.

Qi Xiang opened the cabinet drawer casually and looked at it, and it was indeed as expected.

In the drawers, there are dried medicinal materials. All kinds of medicinal materials are complete, either grinding into powder or cutting into sections. They have been processed properly and can be decocted directly.

"I'm right here, it's much easier..."

Qi Xiang was happy and looked at her face. After some inspection, she found that there were things he needed in the cabinet.

"But it seems a bit of a shame to take it for nothing."

Qi Xiang was a little hesitant, but he didn't have much trouble before going to the second floor to the library. The scriptures were full of Taoist classic works and various medical books.

Qi Xiang extracted one of the flip books and was a little immersed in it.

In the blink of an eye, it was evening when the middle-aged man came to him and invited him to attend a banquet held in the village.

In fact, from the mountain, you can see the bright bonfire in the village and the glorious and lively situation. Qi Xiang is not pretentious and has to go out when invited.

However, the middle-aged man suddenly reached out and stopped him, and said with a smile: "Master, have you forgotten something?"

"Well?"

Qi Xiang was stunned and puzzled: "What did I forget?"
Chapter completed!