Practicing Taoist techniques starts with breathing, especially children, who need to be supervised and taught at all times. However, Fang Yi has no time to teach his children now, so he can only leave a piece of martial arts he has compiled and handed it to the Wei family.

Although Mr. Wei wanted to keep Fang Yi, he knew that he could not keep him. However, Fang Yi agreed to the old man that when he finished his work in Jinling, he would stay in the Wei family for a few days and lay some foundation for several children before leaving.

This time, in addition to visiting elders, Fang Yi also had one very important thing, which was to worship his master. Although Fang Yi suspected that his master had used the fake death strategy of escape from the shell, Fang Yi buried his master himself at the beginning, and he always wanted to worship him in front of the grave.

Moreover, Fang Yi's cultivation level was not enough in the past, so he could not know whether his master was inside without acquiring the coffin. However, with Fang Yi's current cultivation level in the Qi training stage, his spiritual consciousness could be explored underground to check the truth and see if he had been fooled by his master over the years.

Fang Yi was not alone when he wanted to go back to Fangshan. The fat man who came back naturally had to go to Sanpao, and the countryside was concerned about reunion during the New Year. This time the fat man went to the capital for the New Year. If he didn't take Fang Yi back to the village, he might be dealt with by his father.

Seeing that there were too many people, Man Jun simply found a minibus and pulled several families onto them. He also brought some gifts on the car. The gift was very simple, which was a whole pig slaughtered from both ends, with a total of four pieces. There were not many people in the village, and there was no home to be divided. The Spring Festival was over, but there was the Lantern Festival, which was still lively.

Unlike when we walked out of Fangcun a few years ago, Fatty and Sanpao are now successful people who can gain a foothold in big cities in the eyes of the villagers. As soon as the car entered the village, the whole village was sensational and they all surrounded the yard of Fatty's house.

The people in the village are naturally familiar with Fang Yi, but the young Taoist priest on the mountain was already married and had children at this time. He returned to Fang Village with his doll-like daughter, which surprised everyone. The rural people were enthusiastic and brought candies from home to stuff them into their children's pockets.

Xiao Fangfang was happy now, her eyes were smiling like crescent moons. Children were smart and knew that when there were too many people, their parents would not stop them from doing something. They hurriedly stuffed candy into their mouths.

Fang Yi, Sanpao and Manjun families came back, making Wei Dahu careless about teaching his son a lesson. Fangshan is a village that has not been developed and there are no disputes over interests. Every household is like a relative and has a very harmonious relationship.

Now that his promising son is back, Wei Dahu hurriedly ordered someone to go upstairs to borrow pots, pans and spoons, and prepare to hold a large mat in the village. He is the village chief. When he shouts in the loudspeaker in his yard, every household in the village knows that the village chief’s house is going to treat him to the evening.

During the Chinese New Year, the village was lively, and all those who went out to work came back, and there were even more children. Xiao Fangfang was having fun following a group of older children, and his clean clothes were covered in mud.

Bai Chuxia was originally afraid that the countryside would be unsanitary and wanted to take her daughter back, but she was caught by Fang Yi. When he was a child, he was on the mountain. One day he was not dirty like a mud monkey. Didn’t he come here without any illness or disaster?

Speaking of which, today's village is more lively than on New Year's Eve. Before the meal was finished, Fatty and Sanpao took a group of children to set off fireworks again. However, a small episode occurred in the middle. The fireworks attracted the police officers on duty in the reservoir not far away, but they were afraid that they would ignite wildfires.

Wei Dahu didn't care about so many things. He was the king of Fangcun. After dealing with it for a few words, he pulled the policeman to the table and started drinking. It was all blind dates from all villages, so the matter was left alone.

"Baby, no, you can't call you a baby anymore. You're already a father, right?"

After dinner, Wei Dahu, who was a little drunk, pulled Fang Yi to chat. Although Wei Dahu was not well-educated and did not have much knowledge, he knew that his son could have a future because he was all relying on the little Taoist priest in front of him.

"Uncle, when will I be in front of you, I am a kid too."

Fang Yi poured a glass of water for Wei Dahu, and felt a lot of emotion. Wei Dahu, who was as strong as a tiger, now also showed an old look. His originally straight waist has also been bowed now, which shows that time cannot be stopped by human will.

"Good boy, Uncle Wei wants to thank you." Wei Dahu really didn't know how to thank Fang Yi. After holding it in for a long time, he said such a dry sentence.

"Uncle Wei, Fatty and I are brothers, and we are also a family with you. You are just out of your opinion." Fang Yi smiled and shook his head. He knew that the countrymen did not like to owe favors. In Wei Dahu's heart, he might feel that he owed him how much favor he had.

"Okay, Uncle Wei won't say anything. If you have anything to do in the future, as long as Uncle Wei can do it, just open your mouth." Wei Dahu nodded. He knew the relationship between his son and Fang Yi, and it was indeed unnecessary to say too much.

"Hey, don't say it, Uncle Wei, I really have something to ask for help." Originally, Wei Dahu didn't look for Fang Yi today, and Fang Yi was also planning to find him.

"What's the matter?" Wei Dahu drank a bowl of tea and sobered up a little. He knew from his son that Fang Yi was a big shot now, and what could he ask for him?

"Uncle Wei, I haven't come to worship my master for several years..."

"You talk about this."

Before Fang Yi finished speaking, he was interrupted by Wei Dahu, "It's okay, you young people are busy with their careers outside. I go to the old immortal grave to burn it every year, and his money is indispensable. I'm talking about it, you asked me to burn that money."

"It's not this."

Fang Yi smiled bitterly when he heard this, shook his head and said, "Uncle Wei, I'm talking about that Taoist temple. I haven't been here for several years. The Taoist temple is probably disrepaired. I want to ask you to find some people to go down the mountain in the past two days and renovate the Taoist temple. Do you think it's okay?"

When Fang Yi left that year, the Taoist temple was almost ruined. Not only was the room ventilated on all sides, the wood in the main hall began to decay. At that time, Fang Yi had made a wish in his heart that he would re-practice the Taoist temple in the future.

However, Fang Yi also knew in his heart that after he left, there would be no one living in Fangshan Taoist Temple for a long time, so there was no need to renovate it to be golden and paved. Just strengthen the main structure and build brick walls and paint them.

"Hey, you're talking about this, this is easy to deal with."

Wei Dahu, who was originally a little nervous, heard that this was the case and immediately slapped his thigh and said, "I have already said that I have tidied up the Taoist temple. The fat guy said that you should agree. This way, you don't have to worry about it. I will convene people in a while and ask them to prepare materials overnight and go into the mountain with you tomorrow."

If Fang Yi asked Wei Dahu for something else, he might not be able to do it, but it would be a big deal for Wei Dahu to renovate the Taoist temple in the mountains.

Not to mention the houses built in the village, they were all built by the villagers. The young people who went out to work in the city because they had no skills and mostly did some construction work. Now they are coming home during the Chinese New Year and there is no shortage of labor.

As for the materials used to build the Taoist temple, Wei Dahu has also thought about it now. There is a family in the village preparing to build a house after the New Year, and everything is ready. Tomorrow, he will just pull his family's things up the mountain for use. Wei Dahu will make up for it after the New Year.

"That's good, Uncle Wei, this money..."

Halfway through Fang Yi's words, he saw Wei Dahu pulling his face down and said quickly: "Uncle Wei, with my relationship with the fat man, I shouldn't have raised money, but that Taoist temple is where my master's sect is located. I can't let others pay for the construction. This is disrespectful to the master's sect, and I hope you can understand."

"The old god treated us and never collected any money. This is what we should do." Wei Dahu shook his head dissatisfied.

"Uncle Wei, that's different."

Fang Yi smiled and took out a few stacks of banknotes from the bag he carried with him, saying, "Uncle Wei, this is 50,000 yuan. If you have too much, you can return it to me. If you have too little, you can make up for it. At that time, the incense money was gone. What do you think?"

Fang Yi asked the fat man when he came and knew that construction materials are not very expensive now, but labor is expensive, so the 50,000 yuan is more than enough.

"You boy, you are still as stubborn as you were when you were a child." Wei Dahu smiled bitterly, threw 30,000 yuan to Fang Yi, and said, "The material money is enough. Who dares to collect wages? I broke his leg and said that."

Wei Dahu has a high prestige in the village. In addition, when young people in the village go out to work, the first stop is often Jinling, and the fat man also helps a lot. Therefore, when Wei Dahu arrived in the yard, there were about a dozen young people responding.

Fang Yi lived in Sanpao's old house that day. Although the countryside was colder, the three of them really didn't care about this. Just Fang Fang, who was less than three years old, ran around in single clothes in winter, which made Manjun's family very cold.

Before dawn the next day, a dozen young people gathered at Wei Dahu's house. They took their things slowly. Under Wei Dahu's personal leadership, the group went to Fangshan first. Fang Yi waited until the children got up, and then walked slowly up the mountain with Fatty Sanpao and the others.

"Your body will be ruined in two years."

Before he could walk far, the fat man shouted that he couldn't breathe. He found a stone and sat down. After waiting for him several times in succession, Fang Yi became impatient and asked him and Sanpao to walk slowly behind him. Fang Yi held his daughter and led Bai Chuxia to rush up the mountain.

Although they are both mountains and forests, Fangshan in winter is completely different from the mountains and forests in Thailand. Along the way, Fang Yi told his daughter about his past life in the mountains. He soon surpassed the Wei Dahu team who had left for more than an hour and took the lead in coming to the Taoist temple.

After climbing over the dozens of steps and standing in front of the Taoist temple's gate, Fang Yi couldn't help but take a deep breath. Every grass and tree here was so familiar.

Fang Yi's mind seemed to have a scene of himself entering and leaving the Taoist temple as a child. The short pine and cypress on both sides of the Taoist temple have grown up now, but Fang Yi's kind and kind master who taught him his skills is gone.

Looking at the dust on the three clear mud statues in the ruined viewing sect, thinking about the days when he was dependent on his master, Fang Yi's eyes couldn't help but become wet. He suddenly remembered the scene when Sun Wukong returned to Fangcun Mountain in Journey to the West. His sad mood was probably exactly the same as he was now.

"Dad, why are you crying? Are you tired? Fang Fang doesn't need to hug him, just leave by yourself."

Suddenly, my daughter's childish voice came from my ears, awakening Fang Yi from my memory, "Dad is not tired, Dad will take you to see my grandfather."

Holding her daughter, Fang Yi jumped over and arrived at the top of the Taoist temple. The mountain bag that had risen back then was only a raised small tomb left. A few years ago, the willow branches that Fang Yi had inserted in front of the tomb actually survived tenaciously and stood there alone.

"Where is grandpa? Is it there?" Xiao Fangfang pointed to the grave sensibly, "Will grandpa be afraid if he is below?"

"Come on, kowtow to grandpa!"

Fang Yi put down his daughter, took the bag handed over by his wife, took out all the cooked food and good wine, and muttered: "Master, I'm here to see you. I don't know why you left back then, but I believe that we will meet one day, and it's up to you to serve you again."

With Fang Yi's current state of mind, although he was a little bit timid, he would not drag his mind on things. When he arrived at the grave, Fang Yi's spiritual sense scanned the ground and suddenly found that the coffin that was not buried deep was empty, not to mention the master, he didn't even have a piece of cloth.
Chapter completed!