All the way up, wooden corridors and cave passages alternate with each other, passing through many caves, some of which are temples and temples enshrining Buddha statues, and some of which are residences of monks.

Temples and temples are either large or small depending on the statues they enshrine. The monks' residences are often very cramped. The smaller ones can only accommodate one or a few wooden beds and a few scriptures and sundries. There are no doors. Passers-by only need to turn their heads.

You can read it all, and the monks living there don't seem to mind. They are not worried about property theft or privacy.

Many monks were chanting and studying, and Master Xuanhua, the abbot and abbot, was not even noticed as he walked past the door with his guests.

"Zhizhou is currently a guest at the Hanging Wall Temple. The poor monk has been out for three days and I don't know if he has returned." Master Xuanhua bent down and passed the low and narrow cave and said as he walked, "If he has not left, the Taoist priest will ask the Queen of Rain to come."

It should be more convenient for discussions.”

“Is Zhizhou also doing this because of the drought?”

"Exactly."

Unknowingly, it was halfway up the mountain. The calico cat occasionally stopped and turned around to look out, only to find that it was already very high from the ground.

It's so high that even cats feel dangerous.

Suddenly a large cave appeared ahead.

The cave is about the same width and depth as the main hall of an ordinary temple. It is really the main hall of this hanging wall temple. There are many statues enshrined in it. The one in the middle is the Lord of Ten Thousand Buddhas. There are several Buddhas beside him, and then the current one.

There are several famous Bodhisattvas in Buddhism, including Arhats at the very edge, and two Dharma protectors standing under the altar.

Even though the temple looks simple because it is built on a mountain, in fact, the carved balustrades and painted buildings are also golden, red and blue from the outside, and the Buddha statues inside are even more golden.

There are several scholars standing here.

It seems that he knew Master Xuanhua was back and was here specially to welcome him.

"The master is back!"

A middle-aged man in the lead hurriedly came up to him, looked anxiously at Master Xuanhua, and then at the warriors behind him: "Have you found the landluer and captured it?"

"Back in Zhizhou, we have found the dry deer, but we have not been able to capture it." Master Xuanhua saluted with his hands together, then turned to look at Song You behind him, "But this trip is not all in vain. We have found the dry deer.

At the same time as Lu, I met an expert, Taoist Song, which can be regarded as an unexpected gain in this industry."

After speaking, he said to Song You: "This is what the poor monk said before, Wei Wuqi, the magistrate of Longzhou who is a guest in this temple."

"My surname is Song, and my name is You, Wei Zhizhou. You are polite."

"It turns out it's Taoist Master Song. This state is polite." Wei Zhizhou was obviously flustered and absent-minded. He only returned the courtesy to Song You, and then looked at Master Xuanhua anxiously, "Why? Why didn't you find the dry deer even though you found it?

Can you bring it back? Master, isn’t he profound in Buddhism and has promised this state that as long as he finds it, he will definitely bring it back?"

"..."

Master Xuanhua put his hands together and was silent for a moment.

This is the time for Song You to speak.

So Song You stood up and said those words again in order to take the responsibility away from Master Xuanhua.

After Wei Zhizhou heard this, he frowned. He just looked at Song You and then at Master Xuanhua. He did not make any judgment at will. He just asked Song You politely: "Sir, what you said makes sense, but how can you let us

I believe it is not a land deer but a wandering deer. The drought has nothing to do with it, so what can be done to solve the drought?"

"I heard that there was originally a rain god named Humu Daxian in Shazhou, Longzhou. I would like to invite him here. Humu Daxian is the rain god. Just ask, Zhizhou will naturally understand the reason for the drought and the so-called

Does the drought have anything to do with the drought?" Song You paused, "If possible, I would also like to persuade the Rain God to use his divine power. It is absolutely impossible to completely solve the drought. Only divine power and human beings can cooperate with each other.

The impact of drought can be eliminated as much as possible.”

"It's not like I haven't invited the Great Immortal Hu Mu from Honshu, but the Immortal is arrogant and rarely appears."

"Since there are rare spiritual manifestations, but there are spiritual manifestations, I can rest assured." Song You was afraid that Shazhou, Longzhou, had not provided incense to Immortal Hu Mu for a long time and starved him to death. "I can give it a try."

"Then when do you plan to invite God?"

"The governor of the state is anxious about the drought, and the people of Longzhou are even more anxious. It should not be later, the sooner the better." Song You said, "I need an incense table altar. For expediency, I can keep everything simple, but I need Hu Mu.

Statues or tablets of great immortals are indispensable."

"Do you want anything else, sir?"

"Nothing else."

"After it's done..."

"I don't care about that."

"..."

Wei Zhizhou looked at his expression and carefully studied his words. He felt that he was indeed confident and really wanted to do good for the people of Longzhou, so he didn't waste any words. He just decisively turned to the people behind him and said: "Xiangan altar and statues

Please ask Li Sima to arrange everything as soon as possible..."

"I'm going to go now!"

The Sima named Li quickly saluted, called a guard, and walked out without hesitation.

"There are not many statues of Immortal Hu Mu in Longzhou anymore, but this year there are more. However, the nearest ones are still dozens of miles away. Even if Sima asks people to work harder, they won't be able to come back in a short time." Master Xuanhua said to everyone.

, "It's getting late, let's have a fast meal at this temple first."

"Thank you."

Song You thanked him calmly.

Wei Zhizhou was not in the mood to eat. He just looked at Song You and frowned. He always felt a little confused. He wanted to speak several times but held back.

The vegetarian meal was quickly served.

There was a severe drought in Longzhou. The meal at the Hanging Wall Temple in the west of Longzhou was very simple. It was just a bowl of batter, plus a large piece of watermelon for each person, one to satisfy hunger and the other to quench thirst.

Watermelons were also sold in Changjing, but Song You didn't eat much.

The watermelon these days is yellow, not pretty in appearance, and has no sweetness, but it has enough water and is a good water reserve and supplement. Because of this, whether it is merchants traveling in the East or the West or some countries

The army, as well as the ships traveling at sea, all like to carry watermelons as an alternative to drinking water.

Eat all the way and spit out seeds all the way.

Watermelon was also passed down this way.

The monks were speechless while eating, and Song You didn't say anything either. Even Lady Sanhua also lowered her head to lick the paste and eat it. While eating, she was thinking about how many mice she would catch in the evening and then eat meat in the temple.

I ate the paste and nibbled on the watermelon.

"Bah chi..."

As the poem says, a thousand red cherries, a ball of citrine.

The shape is as light as water.

Only slightly sweet.

It is very different from the watermelon in Song You’s memory.

Moreover, this watermelon seems to have been stored for a long time, and the texture has obviously become softer and has a more mixed flavor.

If we just talk about replenishing water, the taste is not as good as the clear and sweet spring water that has just been scooped up. But walking in the northwest, water will have a taste after a long time, but it is not necessarily as palatable as melons. In addition, it is also more delicious.

It has a slight hunger-satisfying effect and is somewhat nutritious, so it is indeed a good choice for long journeys.

Song You also broke off a piece and fed it to the cat.

The cat chewed it with one tooth, and it made a squeaking sound.

Night has completely fallen.

Sima Li, surnamed Li, worked hard and brought the statue of "Humu Daxian" back within an hour without stopping, and the temple also set up an incense table on the platform halfway up the mountain.

The platform is not big, with red paint pillars and a red paint floor, protruding from the mountainside, where you can see the bright moon and stars.

The incense table is also very simple——

It was just a high red-lacquered table, with a plate of rice, a plate of noodles, and a plate of watermelon placed on it, with cubes of clay on both sides. There was a small stove in the middle, incense and candles were placed on the table, and the statue of Hu Mu Daxian was placed in front.

The Taoist did not bathe or change his clothes. He was still wearing the dusty clothes and invited Taoist gods in the temple, which was somewhat strange.

It was just that there were many people watching behind him, but no one thought anything was wrong.

"Please Sanhua Empress, please light the incense candle for me."

"Canopy..."

A slight sound.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the calico cat that had been following the Taoist suddenly turned into a human form. It turned out to be a girl wearing three-color clothes, who was born like a fairy child.

Several officials couldn't help but exclaimed.

Even among the monks from the Hanging Wall Temple who were watching, some opened their eyes wide and had different reactions.

But the girl ignored them and didn't even look at them. She just picked up the incense candle with a serious face, played the role of a Taoist boy, and completed the tasks assigned by her Taoist priest.

"call……"

After blowing a breath, large flames appeared at the tops of the two candles.

Although the flame was small, it was the only light on the ground. It faced the stars in the sky. In the words of Empress Sanhua, it burned two holes in the night.
To be continued...