The bonfire disappeared, and everyone who had been tired all day soon fell asleep. Although the Taoist temple was dilapidated, there were still three or five rooms.

Fang Yi gave up his room, and he slept in his master's room. Although the master was no longer there, Fang Yi was still unwilling to let others move in. Deep in his heart, he was afraid that others would blaspheme the old Taoist priest who would blaspheme Yifu.

"When I have the ability, I will definitely come back to re-practice the Taoist temple..." Looking at the yellow mud exposed on the falling wall, Fang Yi made a great wish in his heart. In fact, after he came out of the mountain, he also inquired about the desire to re-practice the Taoist temple.

However, since the Taoist temple is in the deep mountains, the cost of maintenance is very high, and Fang Yi doesn't want to do it perfunctorily, so there is no need to think about it without a hundred million. At present, Fang Yi does not have this ability.

"Master, I will go up the mountain to accompany you after the world is over..."

Looking at the familiar room and sitting on a tree stump by the table, Fang Yi couldn't help but remember the situation he was with his master again. When he was young, he didn't know how many maps he had drawn on his master's bed.

"Jiji..."

The little devil who was sleeping at the head of the bed seemed to feel Fang Yi's gaze and opened his eyes suddenly. It wanted to jump on Fang Yi, but it did not dare to jump out of the bed and screamed in a hurry.

"Little guy, are you sleeping unhonestly?" After Fang Yi said this, he was stunned for a moment, because his tone was almost exactly the same as his master back then, and he was so naughty at that time.

"I agreed to play for a while and then go to bed..." Fang Yi smiled and slapped, causing the little devil to climb up. The little guy suddenly became excited, grabbed Fang Yi's sleeve and crawled towards his shoulder.

"This time I went down the mountain, would you take away all the master's things?"

After Fang Yi teased the little squirrel for a while, an idea broke into his mind. When he went down the mountain, he only brought some of the master's relics, such as the strong bow and some things for rituals, but Fang Yi did not bring them with him.

The reason was that Fang Yi didn't know what the future ahead was. He didn't even know where he would live when he entered the city, so those things that were quite precious and monumental in his heart were left in the Taoist temple.

"It's better to take it away. If it's a long time to get disrepair, it will be troublesome..." Fang Yi thought for a while and made a decision. He stood up and took the longbow off the wall, then squatted on the ground, and pried up a blue brick.

The Taoist temple is located in the deep mountains. Although there are basically no one coming on weekdays, there are still some people who come to the mountains to collect herbs in spring and autumn, and occasionally they rest in the Taoist temple. When they come back today, Fang Yi can see from the water tank in the backyard. Someone has been here during this period.

So when Fang Yi left, he hid all the things he thought were precious, and under the brick he pried up, there was the compass that his master often used.

According to the master's words, this compass was passed down from Yang Yunsong in the late Tang Dynasty. People all call Yang Yunsong Yang Gong. He is a master of Feng Shui geography in the generation, such as "The Dragon Shake Sutra", "The Dragon Sutra", "Qingnang Aoyu", "The Heavenly Jade Sutra", "The Jade Ruler Sutra", "The Son of Man", "The Four Major Acupoints", "The Sand Picking Picture", "The Fetal Abdominal Sutra", "The Dragon Sutra" and other works are all written by Yang Gong. They can be said to be master-level figures in Feng Shui.

This compass was passed down from Yang Gong, so it was naturally very precious. The old Taoist priest would not show it to others at that time. Fang Yi originally wanted to bury him in the grave with his master, but he was afraid that people would rob the tomb and destroy the corpse. Then he stayed.

Now Fang Yi, who has entered the antique business, has learned that this compass can be regarded as an antique after studying some antiques and miscellaneous things. With the origin of Yang Gong, if he is seen by some Feng Shui masters in Hong Kong and Macao, he may have bought it even if he loses everything. It is valuable.

"Huh? Why... why is it gone?" After Fang Yi pried open the blue brick, he was stunned because the compass he placed under the blue brick with his own hands disappeared.

"Who, who took away Master's things?!"

Fang Yi, who has always been very calm, was really angry at this time. Fang Yi did not attach much importance to the value of the compass itself, but this object was left by the old Taoist priest, and Fang Yi had a deeper relationship with him, which made him unable to calm down.

"Who would know that there are spaces under the bricks in Master's room?"

Looking at the empty space, Fang Yi was spinning quickly, but after thinking about it, Fang Yi didn't think of anyone. The reason was that he had no other reason. In the years he spent staying on the mountain, except for the villagers at the foot of the mountain and those who went to the mountain to collect herbs, Fang Yi had never seen anyone else.

"Is it a veteran thief?"

A thought came to Fang Yi's mind. There were five spaces underground in this room, but on the surface, these blue bricks fit very closely. Except for those experienced old thieves who beat each other piece by piece, they could tell the difference from the sound.

"Who is here to steal something?" Fang Yi showed a helpless expression on his face. This poor man could not even come, and he would be patronized by thieves. Fang Yi didn't know what to say.

"Hmm? Everything else is there, only this compass is lost..." Fang Yi pried up the remaining blue bricks one after another, but found that there were quite a lot of things inside, but the compass disappeared.

"East and west are in the northwest direction..." Fang Yi's right finger quickly pinched a few times and roughly calculated the location of the compass, but it seemed that the east and west were far away from him, so Fang Yi could not accurately measure the location.

"I'd better not be touched by Wuliang, that Heavenly Lord..." Fang Yi said viciously. The compass was played with since childhood and was very familiar with its aura. As long as the distance was close, Fang Yi believed that he could sense it.

After getting something under the blue bricks out, Fang Yi came to the bed again, lifted up the bedding, then took off the bed board above, and under the bed board, there was a box of one meter, five or six in length, which was purple-black all over, and it also emitted a faint smell of wooden box.

If Zhao Hongtao saw this box, he would definitely be shocked, because this box was made of large materials from rosewood. Not to mention anything else, just making such a box with top-quality wood for making furniture would be considered a waste of resources by Zhao Hongtao.

Even so, this box is very precious. Not to mention that its age is at least two or three hundred years, even such a box made of old rosewood can be regarded as an antique. In the eyes of some people who collect ancient wood furniture, it is definitely a rare treasure.

When you open the box and present it to Fang Yi, you will see a rare ancient book with an old color, with hundreds of books. If Man Jun sees these books, they will be shocked. These are all the most precious Taoist classics, and many of them are rare books before the Han and Tang dynasties.

"Red sandalwood can indeed be anti-corrosion and insect control. Going down the mountain tomorrow, will you move this box together?"

Seeing that the books were not lost or damaged, Fang Yi couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He now didn't understand why the thief didn't take these books, because for those who don't understand the profession, the value of these books is far higher than that of the compass.

After losing the compass, Fang Yi no longer dared to put these books in the Taoist temple. After thinking about it for a while, Fang Yi decided to take them down the mountain to save them from being stolen or damaged.

"Fang Yi, you...what are you carrying? Is the coffin?"

The next morning, when Fang Yi tied the wooden box back to his back and walked out of the room, Man Jun and others were stunned. A wooden box, one meter, five meters long and eighty centimeters wide, gave people the first impression that it was a bit like a coffin.

"This is a box, why am I carrying a coffin for nothing?"

Fang Yi replied angrily. He underestimated the weight of the box. The density of red sandalwood was very high, and such a box was hundreds of kilograms. In addition, the books inside were even more powerful than ordinary people, and it felt a bit difficult to carry it on.

"The box? This color looks a bit like red sandalwood? Who uses red sandalwood to make this thing? How wasteful?"

Man Jun also studied wood a little, and after hearing Fang Yi's words, he couldn't help but look shocked on his face. You know, the ancients said that the coffins used for burials were all top-quality wood, but Man Jun really had never heard anyone say that using red sandalwood to make such a large box.

"Red sandalwood is anti-corrosion, this thing is for books..." Fang Yi explained and gently placed the box on the ground.

"Fang Yi, why haven't I seen this box before?" Sanpao came over and turned around and said, "Fatty, have you seen it? When did the old Taoist priest hide such a box in the Taoist temple?"

"I haven't seen it before..."

The fat man shook his head, and it felt a little strange. They were all naughty when they were young. They rummaged through boxes and cabinets in Taoist temples all day long, but they almost turned over the Taoist temples, but they had never seen this box before.

"You guys have never seen it before..."

Fang Yi replied angrily. He only knew where the books his master read came from after he was seven or eight years old. If he had known earlier, Fang Yi would not have been able to tear off the box of books and stack the plane.

"Fang Yi, you don't want to carry this box down the mountain, right? This...this thing is too heavy..."

Seeing Fang Yi's actions, the fat man guessed a little, walked up and hugged the box with both hands and lifted it up, but the box was still motionless. The fat man suddenly changed his face. His two arms had at least 200 kilograms of strength, but he could not lift the box up at all.

"I lost something in my master's house. This box cannot be left here..." Fang Yi nodded and said, "Fatty, go back and ask Uncle Wei, see if there are any strangers in the village in the past six months? My master's compass was stolen..."

Although there are many ways to enter Fangshan, except Fangcun, other roads are full of weeds and trees, which are very difficult to walk.

So whether it is the villagers or those who collect herbs, most of them will choose to go up the mountain from Fangcun and will also rest there. So Fang Yi wanted to find clues about the compass, and the best way was to inquire with the people in Fangcun. (To be continued.)
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