Master Fang Yi’s cemetery is nearly a hundred meters above the Taoist temple. It is also the steepest slope in Fangshan, and the altitude is relatively high.

Up the gentleness of the hillside, you can see Qingliang Mountain in the distance, like a squatting tiger, while Zhongshan to the east is like a lie-down dragon, and the famous water flow at the foot of the square mountain. If you are seen by a Feng Shui master, you can recognize it at a glance that this is an excellent Feng Shui treasure land.

This Fengshui cave was not found by Fang Yi, but a place that the old Taoist priest had already made a good geek in the face of the geek. Even the pits that buried themselves were dug out by the old Taoist priest himself. It really fits the old saying of digging a pit to bury himself. Fang Yi just carried the master who had gone to Yuhuaxian to the tomb.

"Master, I'm going down the mountain..."

Standing in front of the hill covered with wild chrysanthemums, Fang Yi's expression seemed a little solemn. After more than ten years of following the old Taoist priest, he had long regarded it as his closest person. Although Taoism cultivated his mind, Fang Yi still felt a sense of heartache when facing his master who had been sleeping underground.

"Old Taoist, Fatty, I'll come to see you too..." Seeing Fang Yi's sad look, the fat man walked over casually, sat cross-legged to the ground, and said, "I said, Old Taoist, how about a fat man discussing something with you?"

"Fatty, what are you going to discuss with your master?" Fang Yi's attention was attracted by the fat man. When the master was alive, he didn't discuss anything. He had been dead for several years. Even if he had something to do, he could not agree.

"Hehe, Fang Yi, I think the feng shui of this place is good. I want to discuss with the old Taoist, can my father be buried next to your master after a hundred years?"

Although the fat man said this with a smile, his expression was very serious. As the saying goes, he had never eaten pork and had seen pigs running. He followed the old Taoist priest since he was a child. The fat man also knew a little about the Feng Shui ability, so he could naturally see the Feng Shui in this location.

"I think you should discuss this with Uncle Wei first..."

After hearing the fat man's words, Fang Yi couldn't help laughing and said, "Uncle Wei is only in his forties this year. You guy is thinking about finding a tomb for him. If you have the ability, go home and touch Uncle Wei. What does he say?"

Fang Yi knew that Fatty's father was the village party secretary. Although he was not a high-ranking official, he was an old party member. He had always hated feudal superstitions. If the old Taoist priest had not had a superb medical skills and would have often given free medical treatment to the villagers in the past, I am afraid that Fatty's father would have ruined him for a long time.

"What's there to say to him?"

Sure enough, after hearing Fang Yi mention his father, the fat man's face suddenly became ugly, and he muttered angrily. He knew very well that if he dared to mention something like Feng Shui treasure land with his father, his father would definitely take out the thickest rolling pin in the house and repair it.

"Okay, fat man, I'll pay homage to the master, let's go down the mountain..."

Fang Yi's sadness was greatly weakened by the fat man's riot. He immediately took out the purple-gold gourd from under the Taoist robe at his waist, pulled it open, and sprinkled the wine from the gourd in front of his master's grave.

"Master, this is the last bit of Monkey Wine. In the future, if my disciples have money, I will buy Maotai for you to drink..." Fang Yi muttered while spilling the wine, but the fat man next to him was so anxious that the corners of his mouth twitched. In his opinion, spilling such good wine to the old Taoist priest was simply useless.

"Master, you must bless your disciples with great fortune and prosperity..."

Fang Yi didn't care about the fat man and lived on the mountain for more than ten years. Once he was about to go down the mountain, he was a little nervous to be honest, so he could only pray in front of his master's grave, hoping that his master's spirit in heaven could make his way down the mountain smoothly.

"Okay, Fang Yi, let's go..." The fat man was a little impatient after waiting for a while. He pulled Fang Yi and said, "San Pao is still waiting for us at home. If you are procrastinating, you may not even be able to catch up with dinner..."

"Okay, Master, I'm leaving..."

Fang Yi nodded, knelt down on his knees and kowtowed three times seriously, stood up, carried the small wooden box on his shoulder, and looked at the place where the master was sleeping with some nostalgia. He knew that his departure would usher in a completely different life than before.

The young people's emotions come and go quickly. After saying goodbye to Master, Fang Yi's mood quickly improved. Fangshan in early spring is very beautiful. The relaxed and pleasant scenery can easily make people forget their sadness.

"Hey, Fang Yi, let's go quickly..." Seeing Fang Yi suddenly lying under a tree again, the fat man couldn't help but cover his forehead with his hands. He had been walking for two or three hours, and they didn't even see the foot of the mountain, all because of Fang Yi's actions from time to time.

"Fatty, this is the best mushroom. Let's take a little more back..." Fang Yi turned around and smiled, but his hands were not stopped. He carefully picked more than a dozen colorful mushrooms from the roots.

"The color is so bright, it's not toxic..."

The fat man stretched his head and muttered, although he was also a child who grew up in the mountains, he was taught a lesson by his elders since he was a child. The more colorful the mushrooms in the mountains, the more toxic they are. Therefore, the fat man used to avoid such mushrooms.

"It's okay, this mushroom is only available in early spring, and it tastes so delicious..."

Fang Yi smiled when he heard this. Compared with the fat man, he was considered a child in the mountains. Fang Yi was extremely familiar with every grass and tree in the mountains. Naturally, he knew which mushrooms were poisonous and which ones were edible.

"Okay, I have no chance to pick it in the future..." The fat man shook his head helplessly and let Fang Yi pick mushrooms. When the two of them arrived at the foot of the mountain, a bamboo basket on Fang Yi's back was filled with various mushrooms.

"Huazi, where did this come from? Who is the one next to you?"

When we arrived at the foot of the mountain, we met more people. Some people who were busy in the fields looked at Fang Yi with confusion, and were obviously very curious about this young man with beautiful eyes and beautiful eyes and Taoist robe.

"Uncle Niu, this is my friend, the apprentice of the old god on the mountain..."

The fat man greeted the villagers with a smile. When they talked about the old gods, the people all showed relief on their faces. When the old Taoist priest was alive, they would go to the village almost every week. Many people were cured by the old Taoist priests when they were sick.

"The old god's apprentice is here? Huazi, there is a wild boar in my family. Let's go home with me and take it to the little god to taste..." The people in the mountains were still very simple. When they heard that Fang Yi was the apprentice of the old Taoist priest, Niu, who was busy in the rice fields, simply climbed up and pulled Fang Yi and asked him to follow him home.

"Uncle Niu, no need, I agreed to go to Sanpao's house. He had already prepared the meal and waited..."

The fat man knew that Niu Bo's youngest son was frightened and was unconscious and had a high fever for three days. In the end, the old Taoist priest came down from the mountain to cure it. Every time the old Taoist priest went down the mountain, Niu Bo would always take out the best things in the family.

"Okay, but you must come to Niu Bo's house for dinner tomorrow at noon..."

Niu Bo let go of his hand, but his eyes looked at Fang Yi and said, "The old god is a good person, but he left too early. Little god, if you have the chance, you must take me to his grave to burn paper..."

"Uncle Niu, I remember..." Fang Yi nodded when he heard this. Although he knew that his master often practiced medicine around Fangshan, he did not expect that his popularity was so good. He had been dead for several years, and the people at the foot of the mountain were still remembering the benefits of his master.

"Let's go, go to my house first..." Looking at Fang Yi's outfit, the fat man frowned and said, "Go to my house to change clothes first, otherwise you will be able to show people the dioramas everywhere when you go to the city..."

Although Taoism has a long history in China, for the people in the city, their image appears more in TV publications. If Fang Yi really enters the city like this, the designation will attract people to watch.

"But...but I was a Taoist priest, so why would I wear without a Taoist robe?"

When Fang Yi heard the fat man's words, he was stunned for a moment. The clothes he had been wearing since he could remember, and even his leggings had been tied for more than ten years. Fang Yi was really at a loss to ask him to take off his Taoist robe.

"Who said you are a Taoist priest?"

The fat man said angrily: "Are you a little Taoist growing up with the old Taoist priest? Fang Yi, since you have already gone down the mountain, you must keep up with the times. Even a Taoist priest can return to secular life. Don't say so much, go home quickly with me and change your clothes first..."

The closer the village, the more acquaintances they met. The fat man was already a little impatient to explain. Moreover, Fang Yi was his best friend, and the fat man didn't want to see the villagers looking at Fang Yi with those novel eyes.

"Dad, I'm back..." The fat man's house lives at the entrance of the village. After entering the yard surrounded by fences, the fat man kicked the local dog that was barking wildly. At first glance, he saw his father Wei Dahu coming out of the house and couldn't help but shrink his neck.

"Where did you go to the wild again?" The fat man's father didn't finish his words, but his eyes saw Fang Yi. He couldn't help but pause and hesitate, "Huazi, this... is this little Fang Yi on the mountain?"

"Uncle Wei, it's me..." Fang Yi stepped forward and took off the basket, and said, "Uncle Wei, I just came down from the mountain and I have nothing to bring. I picked some mushrooms for you, and they are still fresh..."

Although he grew up on the mountain, Fang Yi also understood the reason why there were so many people who didn’t blame him. He originally wanted to bring these mushrooms to Sanpao. Now that he came to Fatty’s house first, he would give them as a gift.

"You kid, you came here, what else do you have to bring?"

Wei Dahu walked up and down to Fang Yi, looked him carefully, nodded, and said, "Well, you are better than Huazi and polite. What a pity, you were delayed by your master..."

Speaking of which, Fang Yi has a lot of relationship with the Wei family. Because he lacked milk since he was a child, he first drank the milk of the fat mother, so he was familiar with Wei Dahu's family when he was a child. When Fang Yi was six or seven years old, Wei Dahu had gone up the mountain to find an old Taoist priest and wanted to send Fang Yi to school.

However, the old Taoist did not ask Fang Yi to go down the mountain, but instead gave a fucking reason that made Cao Wei Dahu angry, saying that if Fang Yi went down the mountain, there would be a bloody disaster. Wei Dahu was so angry that he almost asked someone to tear down the Taoist temple of the old Taoist priest.

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