Feng Yijia and Meng Sheng finally understood what "completely different" meant today.
After walking through the woods for a while, a magical scene appeared before my eyes.
Lush vines covered the shapes of several houses. Not far in front of the houses, there was a steaming pool with flowers of various colors blooming around the pool.
Under the last rays of sunlight in the sky, you can still see colorful butterflies and bees diligently collecting nectar flying above the flowers.
The stone path leading to the wooden house was almost covered by the lush green grass on both sides, with only scattered moss-covered stones exposed.
This small area of a few acres seems to be still in late spring or early summer.
It is completely different from the late autumn and early winter outside with withered grass and dead trees.
Meng Sheng was a little stunned. The existence of their group of two people and one ghost was already enough to destroy his worldview. He didn't expect that there were two completely different worlds just a few steps apart.
There seems to be a clear dividing line between the green and the yellow.
Feng Yijia was so surprised that she opened her mouth slightly and forgot to close it. Her eyes not only fell on the clearly defined natural scenery in front and behind, but also on the uneven mountain wall not far behind the house.
If I remember correctly, what I saw through the gaps in the trees just now was a mountain stream and another forest on the opposite side.
They had only been walking through the woods for a few minutes, not far, and had barely changed direction, when a secluded paradise appeared before their eyes. The place that should have been a valley had become a towering mountain wall.
She had floated past nearby countless times before, but she didn't even notice it.
Feng Youcai didn't know how many times he had been here, but he continued to float forward as if it was a common practice.
As he floated, he sighed, "Ah, the old Taoist has been gone for six or seven years, and no one has taken care of this place. It's completely deserted and in a mess."
After he finished speaking, he saw that the two of them were standing there stupidly and didn't follow him, so he urged them, "Don't just stand there, come in quickly.
It’s getting dark, and this place definitely needs some cleaning before we can live in it.”
Upon hearing this, Meng Sheng suppressed the shock in his heart and was about to walk inside, but was quickly stopped by Feng Yijia.
Then a series of exclamations rang in my ears: "Be careful, don't step on the medicine.
This is Polygonatum!
This is Polygonatum!
Oh, there are peonies all around the pond!
Wow, the house is covered with chicken blood vine!
Oh my god, there is ginseng here!
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Oh my god, these herbs are growing so well!"
It was dim, and Feng Yijia carefully pulled aside the branches of the medicinal herbs that extended onto the stone path with his eyes bent, and walked in carefully along the exposed cracks in the rocks, looking and marveling as he walked.
Feng Youcai, who was standing in front of him, heard this and came back in surprise, asking, "Are these all medicines? Are they valuable?"
I always thought that the old Taoist priest planted these flowers!"
Feng Yijia nodded excitedly: "It's valuable!"
Feng Youcai was also happy: "As long as it's valuable, you can pick some and dig them up and sell them later!
Buy more houses and shops, and collect rent from them!"
The two people and the ghost have no secrets. Even if he has been sleeping for decades, he is still a ghost who knows the future development and changes of society.
In his previous life, he made his daughter suffer from lack of food and clothing. In this life, he wanted to let his daughter lie on a pile of money and never have to worry about struggling for life.
Feng Yijia asked worriedly, "Did the Taoist give you these herbs as well?
I wonder when he will come back again?"
Feng Youcai waved his hand: "Just dig it up. He said this place is mine. I can do whatever I want with it!"
Feng Yijia was puzzled, wondering if the old Taoist was just fooling people or if he had predicted what was happening now?
Otherwise, it would be wrong to leave the things here to a useless ghost.
Meng Sheng had already walked carefully to the front of the house and used the axe in his hand to pull away the vines that were climbing and covering the wooden steps in front of the house.
He walked step by step to the door of the room and reached out to push open the slightly closed wooden door.
A creaking sound interrupted the conversation between the man and the ghost.
Feng Yijia turned around and saw a faint light coming out of the room.
He no longer cared about what the original owner was thinking and walked towards the wooden steps in front of the house.
Meng Sheng stood at the door, looking at the scene in the room and didn't step in for a while.
The house had not been lived in for several years, and although it was covered in dust, it did not look dilapidated.
On the wooden table facing the door, there stood a statue as tall as a person. In front of the statue was a golden triangular incense burner with three burnt incense sticks standing in it. Two eternal lamps beside it seemed as if they had been burning from several years ago until today. The lights flickered and jumped, illuminating the face and eyes of the statue as if they were alive.
When Feng Yijia arrived at the door, he stopped when he saw this scene and felt awe subconsciously in his heart.
I was afraid that if I rashly entered, I would offend the immortal and lose my life.
Feng Youcai, who was still floating over, was not afraid at all. He walked straight into the house, bowed first, then turned around and greeted the two people: "Come in, bow to the Supreme Lord Lao, then find something to get some water and come over to help wipe off the dust.
When the old Taoist was here, he would wipe the statue three times a day. Now the dust is as thick as a finger.
There's dust everywhere, and I guess the same thing happens in other rooms. If we don't clean it up properly, there'll be nowhere to stay."
Feng Yijia and Meng Sheng looked at each other, suppressed the strange feeling in their hearts, went in and bowed as they were told, then rolled up their sleeves to find basins, buckets, brooms and other items to clean up.
By the way, I also got a general understanding of the layout and various furniture items here.
The room in the middle is not big. Apart from the statue of Laozi and the incense burner and cushion, there is nothing else.
There is a side door on each of the left and right wooden walls. The one on the right is the bedroom, which contains a simple wooden bed, chairs, cabinets, some unwanted clothes and bedding, and nothing valuable.
Next to the bedroom is the kitchen, which is fully equipped with pots, pans, and utensils.
There are many valuable things here. Feng Youcai introduced them to his daughter: "The basin for washing hands on the shelf is made of pure gold. This is what is meant by "washing hands in a golden basin".
See those jars of spices on the chopping board? There are seven of them. The old Taoist priest said they are all porcelain, antiques!
Anyway, Gubugu’s father didn’t know, he just heard him say that it was worth a lot of money outside.
The pairs of chopsticks stuck in the bamboo tubes and the bowls and dishes in the cupboard are all made of jade.
Red, yellow, blue, purple, green, black, and sugar-colored, seven colors, one pair each, one per day, and a week passes in one rotation.
The old Taoist said that jade is the essence of nature and that frequent use can increase one's spiritual attainments and lifespan, so the utensils for food and tea here are all made of jade."
Feng Yijia was sitting under an oil lamp, carefully wiping the dust off each piece with a cloth. He was overjoyed to see the various exquisite jade pieces reveal their original appearance.
Although she didn't have the bed made of white jade or the buckets and vats made of gold and silver as she had imagined, she was satisfied with just these.
Meng Sheng, who was sweeping the floor and listening intently, asked cautiously, "Uncle Cai, if that's the case, why didn't the Taoist take these tools with him?"
Feng Youcai curled his lips: "Why didn't you take it away? I just didn't take all of it away.
Otherwise, why are there so few things in the kitchen?
Of course, it could be that he doesn't care, or that the jade isn't high enough quality for him to appreciate. You'll find out later when you go to the two rooms on the left."
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