Xiaogu Mountain, a lonely mountain, a arrogant mountain, a strange mountain that is like bamboo shoots, with lonely peaks protruding on the big plain.

Nature's magical awesomeness seems incredible, but every part, every scene, actually has rules to find, and it is not randomly generated immediately.

And this little lonely mountain is a bit like a negligence of nature's creation. No matter from any angle or reason to explain it, Fang Jue could not think of any reason why such a mountain appeared here.

Unless it is piled up manually.

However, although this mountain looks strange, walking on the mountain road, it is not much different from ordinary mountains. It is also rugged and difficult to walk, and it also has flowers, plants and trees.

Along the way, I met some villagers who came to burn incense and chatted casually. As expected, they all respected Xiaogu Temple very much. Many stories were so amazing that they worshiped Xiaogu Taoist like a land god.

"If you really have such great ability, why don't he go to help with the flood control of the following counties?!" Li Xian said disdainfully: "Did you think this little lonely mountain is high and the flood comes, and it will not flood him?"

"Little brother, don't talk nonsense!"

Someone quickly spoke out to stop Li Xian, saying with admiration and serious expression: "The immortal chief is not a mortal, so how can he care about our mortal affairs? Wouldn't he reduce his value?"

"The old god doesn't take action, so there is naturally his reason. How can we guess randomly!"

"That's right, the old god comprehended the Great Way of Heaven and Earth. I think this flood and drought were also caused by heaven and earth. How could people care?"

The people who were walking with him were talking about it, but none of them complained that the little orphans were unwilling to cure floods, but they regarded him as a god and worshipped him, and they all found reasons for him,

It seems that if they say too much, they can become the "own people" of the little orphans.

Li Xian had to tell them a few more words, and Fang Jue waved his hand and indicated that there was no need for this.

People in the world, and mouths in the world, can they only say the same thing every mouth open? Even if they say something wrong, there is no need to argue one by one. People believe in what they believe, even if it is an illusion, they may not be unhappy. Why bother to expose the rare source of happiness of these people?

Xiaogu Mountain is not very high. Although the mountain road is difficult to walk, it is only a few miles together. I soon arrived at the top of the mountain.

A Taoist temple that doesn't look too big, with a plaque with three words "Xiaogu Temple" hanging on the main gate of the Taoist temple. I don't know why it is a Taoist temple, so it is called a temple.

There were two half-human-tall stone beasts at the door, a coiled dragon and a snake, and they were indeed all water-attributed divine objects.

Before I could even knock on the door, a crisp and pleasant sound of bells and chimes sounded in the Taoist temple.

Immediately afterwards, the main entrance of the Taoist temple opened, and eight clean and neatly dressed Taoist boys, holding whisks in hand, came out of the Taoist temple one after another, standing on the left and right at the door, separated in two rows.

The formation is quite large, as if we are welcoming some important person.

A middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a purple gold Bagua robe, looking only in his forties, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, strode from the temple.

Seeing this Taoist priest, the common people who went up the mountain with Fang Jue and Li Xian knelt down on the ground and kowtowed to salute.

Someone pulled Fang Jue and whispered: "Kowtow quickly, this is the little old god!"

"Good old god!"

"I've seen the old god!"

The people were filled with praise.

But the little old god didn't look at these people at all. His eyes only fell on Fang Jue, and he bowed from afar, laughing: "I felt the spirit of immortality from afar. I said that a fellow Taoist must have visited. If I read correctly, this master must be a fellow Taoist?!"

The so-called people among the same path do not mean like-minded people, but that everyone has already crossed that door and walked on the 'road' of pursuing the great path.

In the eyes of such people, those ordinary people can no longer be considered creatures of the same level.

Just like ordinary people like kittens and dogs, they like them, but they will never compare themselves with cats and dogs.

No matter how much people like cats, dogs and pets, if they choose one between a dead pet or a dead son, they won’t have much hesitation if they choose one between a dead wife.

Only those who enter the Tao can be considered "same person" and deserve equal treatment.

Fang Jue's thoughts moved, but he did not use his fire eyes. After entering the Tao, he naturally had a sense of emotion. He could see at a glance that this little orphan was definitely not a false reputation, but a master of enlightenment.

"I feel polite below." Fang Jue responded with the understanding of the scholar and bowed and held his fists.

"Hurry, please wait, distinguished guests, don't stand at the door, hurry up and follow the old Taoist priest to serve tea."

The little orphan man was very enthusiastic and strode forward, holding Fang Jue's hand, and laughing and walking towards the Taoist temple.

Wherever they passed, the people bowed to the ground and kowtowed, and the boys bowed and bowed, very respectful and full of courtesy.

After a while, Fang Jue took Li Xian into the Taoist temple, and the eight Taoist children also returned to the Taoist temple.

A Taoist priest with a big belly and a round waist, but could only wear a common man, walked out of the Taoist temple, and waved his hand to the people present impatiently: "Today, the master has a distinguished guest, so I can't watch it. You can go back."

After saying that, in the eyes of the believers, they creaked and closed the door of the Taoist temple.

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In the Taoist temple, the little orphan and Fang Jue sat opposite each other, and there were children behind each serving him. Behind the little orphan was a eleven or twelve-year-old boy with a blushing face and white teeth, who was very handsome and cute.

If Li Xian was placed one year ago, he could be considered to be red-toothed and white, and very cute. However, after following Fang Jue traveling around the world these days, he suffered from wind, frost, snow and rain. Compared with the other boy, he obviously looked much older, more heroic, but not so pink.

Fang Jue walked along the Taoist temple and found that this Taoist temple was quite exquisite, but not luxurious, and was not much different from ordinary temples and Taoist temples in the city.

But there was a faint sweet water rippling in the air.

So I believed in the legend that the little orphan can control water.

"It is really hard to go long and seek alone. It is rare for me to have fellow Taoists come here in this small place. I met Master today, and I am so happy that I have been living my life. If Master has time, I hope to linger for a few more days. I will talk about the mysterious Taoism. Wouldn't it be great!"

The little Gudao man filled a cup of fragrant tea for Fang Jue and said with a very happy smile.

Fang Jue understood his mentality very well. This kind of politeness is not a false statement.

Just like meeting an old friend in a foreign land or having a fellow villager overseas, living alone with a group of animals all day long, suddenly seeing another person, that natural sense of intimacy,

Besides, the road is long. As he said, if one more person is detailed, I dare not say that I have made progress. At least, I can speak more and communicate more.

But, I came today, not for this.

"Master Taoist, I heard that Xiaogushan's lineage has great experience in the art of controlling water, and is a rare master. I wonder if it is?" Fang Jue asked.
Chapter completed!