early morning.
The mountains were shrouded in mist.
Qin Luo practiced boxing alone outside the temple.
Xuanqing and Xiaodie picked wild fruits in the nearby mountains, while Huaying collected morning dew and spiritual substances.
A middle-aged woodcutter with a wood-chopping knife at his waist passed by the dilapidated temple. He saw Qin Luo practicing boxing and the more he watched, the more he realized that Qin Luo was no ordinary person, so he stopped to watch.
Qin Luo saw the woodcutter and smiled, saying softly, "We spent the night in this dilapidated temple last night. May I ask if you were the one who put the firewood in the temple?"
The middle-aged woodcutter shook his head. "I heard that someone once froze to death while sleeping in the temple, which was very pitiful. So the older generation started leaving firewood here for passersby who wanted to spend the night. I left firewood in the temple once or twice before, but this recent firewood must have been left by other woodcutters."
"I see!"
"Excuse me, what mountain is this?"
"Hat Shell Mountain".
Qin Luo cupped his hands in thanks.
The middle-aged woodcutter quickly returned the greeting with clasped hands.
Qin Luo smiled and said, "If you're interested in the boxing technique I just used, I can teach you."
The middle-aged woodcutter was overjoyed. He saw that Qin Luo was dressed very plainly, but when he practiced boxing, he had a kind of otherworldly air about him, like a hermit master. "Senior, I am Wei Zhong from Xieshugou at the foot of the mountain. Are you a celestial master from the mountain?"
Qin Luo smiled and said, "My name is Qin Luo. I am a Taoist from Longhu Temple. I was passing by the Mountain God Temple and stopped here. Our meeting is fate. This is a set of health-preserving boxing techniques that I have come up with. If you want to learn, I can teach you."
"Master Qin, I'll learn, I'll learn."
Wei Zhong said excitedly.
Qin Luo smiled slightly, assumed a boxing stance as if embracing the bright moon, and said softly, "Relax your body, breathe slowly, and let the qi slowly fall into your dantian. When the qi circulates in your body, your limbs move accordingly. Your fist and your breathing should be integrated."
Wei Zhong imitated Qin Luo's boxing style. He had a strange feeling, as if the wind was grabbing his arm and his body was automatically following Qin Luo's boxing style. He learned it very well.
After an incense stick has burned.
That's it.
Qin Luo nodded. "You've already mastered it."
Wei Zhong was somewhat incredulous. He felt incredibly comfortable, as if every pore was breathing and all the stale air in his body was being expelled. "Master Qin, is it really that simple?"
The greatest truths are the simplest.
"Thank you, Master Qin!"
Wei Zhong clasped his hands in thanks.
Qin Luo nodded and chuckled, "Go chop some firewood, don't delay us, we need to get going too."
"Master Qin, you are welcome to visit Xieshugou whenever you have time. I'm going to chop some firewood now."
"good."
Qin Luo nodded with a smile.
After watching Wei Zhong walk away, Hua Ying handed Qin Luo a bowl of morning dew that shimmered with the glow of dawn. She asked curiously, "You two met by chance, so why did you teach him boxing and breathing techniques?"
Qin Luo said softly, "The mountains are dangerous. I hope this fist technique and breathing method will help him and make him suffer less."
No wonder you have so many friends.
Qin Luo looked at the dilapidated mountain god temple and said, "This place is far from the jurisdiction of the imperial court. If there is a mountain god to guard it, the surrounding people will not have to worry about thieves causing trouble or monsters harming people."
"That makes sense."
"I do have a suitable candidate."
Who is it?
"Let's go take a look first."
"I'll listen to you."
Xuanqing and Xiaodie picked some fresh wild fruit.
Qin Luo and his group continued on their journey.
......
On the terraced fields.
The wind blows through the wheat fields.
It brings a rich aroma of rice.
The golden rice paddies stretched out in varying heights. Qin Luo pointed to the nearby rice paddies and said with considerable pride, "I used to plant rice seedlings here, and I even got a meal in return."
Hua Ying laughed and joked, "It's a pity we came at the wrong time. If we had come a little later, you could have helped harvest the rice and earned another meal in return."
"That's what I think too."
Qin Luo nodded.
Xuanqing and the others burst out laughing upon hearing this.
Near the rice paddies, there was a house with earthen walls and a tall osmanthus tree in the yard, with scattered stamens among the branches and leaves, carrying a sweet fragrance.
Woohoo!
The rooster in the yard is crowing.
Qin Luo didn't want to disturb Zheng Danian, but as they passed by, the courtyard gate creaked open.
Perhaps this is fate.
When the bald old man saw Qin Luo, he was first taken aback, then exclaimed in surprise, "You are a Taoist priest!"
Qin Luo smiled and nodded, "Old Zheng!"
"What a rare guest! Come in, come in!" Old Zheng pulled Qin Luo's arm and led him into the courtyard.
Qin Luo had no choice but to follow him into the house.
Hua Ying and the others followed behind, laughing.
"Master, why is your hair all white?"
"It's a long story."
"I understand, it must be due to a lot of pressure. I also went bald when I was very young."
Qin Luo nodded.
"Please sit down, I'll get you some water."
Qin Luo and the others sat under the osmanthus tree, and Zheng Danian brought over a pot of boiled water and poured water for each of them.
Qin Luo didn't see Jiang Chunlan, so he asked with a smile, "Old Zheng, why isn't Grandma Jiang home?"
"Hi!"
Zheng Danian slapped his thigh and complained, "Ever since this old woman's leg healed, she's been running around all the time. She's either going to her eldest daughter's house to see her grandson or to her second daughter's house to take care of the children. Lately, things aren't busy at home, so she's gone to her eldest daughter's house to enjoy herself. Luckily, my son-in-law is filial. She probably won't be back until next month when the rice is harvested."
Qin Luo said with a smile, "Old Zheng, you should enjoy yourselves. You should take a rest too."
Zheng Danian waved his hand and laughed loudly, "It's still early, it's still early. We work until we're old, that's how it's been for generations. We can only rest when we can no longer work."
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