On this day, the sky was gloomy and the clouds were pressed down very low, as if they would fall down at any time. Qian Yiqun rubbed his hands and wrung his rags. In the morning, the work of cleaning the Sutra Pavilion was finally over and preparing for lunch. Over the days, the tiles on the roof of the Sutra Pavilion were laid out, the cracked walls were repaired, and the tables and chairs were dismantled and put together, and they were no longer as broken as before.

Some Taoists accidentally discovered this change and their attitude towards Qian Yiqun’s master and disciple gradually became friendly. Lu Xiaomiao often went to the Sutra Library, and occasionally pestered Qian Yiqun to read the scriptures and taught him to read the scriptures and read them.

Qian Yiqun stood on the rocks beside the spring, looked at the winding mountain roads under the mountain, and looked at the seventy-two peaks of Taihu Lake, feeling relieved. He couldn't help but feel proud of his ability to adapt. He got used to life on the mountain so quickly, and even the bullshit Zhao was no longer indifferent to scolding people every day.

"Senior Brother Qian, Senior Brother Qian!" Lu Xiaomiao's voice came from afar.

Qian Yiqun looked back and saw that he was running very fast again, and he was breathing with his hands on his knees. If someone really drank cold water, he would be fat. There was Lu Xiaomiao who ran all day long and ate vegetarians with Taoist priests, but he still looked chubby.

"What's the matter?" Qian Yiqun jumped down in three or two steps, walked to Lu Xiaomiao as if walking on the flat ground.

"Just just now, Senior Brother Suifeng asked me to tell Senior Brother Qian that the magistrate said that it would snow that day, so I need to prepare more firewood and burn the fire. Let you go into the mountains and cut back two loads."

Qian Yiqun glanced at the sky, and the sun occasionally spit out some golden light in the clouds. It was halfway through Siyu, so he said, "I know, my senior brother has cut a lot these days. I will carry two loads to pay the job later."

"Senior Brother Qian," Lu Xiaomiao pretended to be accustomed to pat Qian Yiqun's arm and said, "It's not that I'm talking about you, it's boring for you to do this."

"What?" Qian Yiqun asked curiously, thinking: Does this little guy have any principles for being a person and doing things that he needs to teach himself?

"How many Taoist priests in Shangzhen Temple? The firewood has been full of firewood. It's just that Zhao Jianyuan is here to spend your time." Lu Xiaomiao looked like he was worthless for Qian Yiqun. "You go to the northern foothills and chop some back, and then say there is no dry firewood in the mountains, so it's fine. Why should he move from his own house? You must use firewood during the winter."

Qian Yiqun laughed, but he didn't expect that he would actually put a small insider in Shangzhen Temple. He pinched Lu Xiaomiao's fat face and said, "You're talking about it, I'll go to the northern foothills later."

"Hehe," Lu Xiaomiao Zhanyan smiled, "I beg my senior brother to bring me a pot of spring water from the stick spring. I have been pulled by Master Zhen to sweep away the past two days and can't leave."

"So that's the case. I want to lie to me to get water for you." Qian Yiqun shaved Lu Xiaomiao's nose and smiled, "Just say it, I'll be good at it."

"Originally, the Maopubashi will accumulate snow every year, and this year it is particularly cold. I heard from other Taoist priests that the Maopubashi will definitely be sealed by heavy snow." Lu Xiaomiao hurriedly defended.

"Okay, I'll go to help you get water. Actually, my senior brother doesn't know what to do these days. He goes to collect firewood every day, so we're enough." Qian Yiqun had no idea how much firewood is used in a day. It was the Cai family's wife who came to cook that day, and she was surprised and said, "Do you want to sell so much firewood? It's enough for two winters."

Qian Yiqun also found it strange, but thinking about the IQ of this senior brother is different from that of a normal person, I guess he will keep chopping it up if his master doesn't let him stop.

As for the master...hehe.

Qian Yiqun tightened his belt. His waist was obviously thinner these days, but he became energetic. He greeted his master, and did not go back to the hut dock, but went directly to the warehouse of Zhenguan to borrow a hatchet pole and went straight to the northern foot of the building.

Only two quarters of an hour from here to the northern foothills, there is a temple called Ningbang Temple, which is where the generals of Han Shizhong, the famous anti-Jin general, became monks and took refuge. Later, somehow it turned into a mountain temple, with a lonely temple, and an old temple was hosted by an old temple. Later, when temple Zhu died, two monks came from somewhere. They took the county annals and the land deeds of Ningbang Temple, and then changed the temple back to the original name "Ningbang Temple", which made a bond with Shangzhen Temple.

The two monks were also capable. With the official customs, they not only occupied the mountain god temple, but also occupied the open space in front of the temple and the gentle slope behind the temple, built door walls and houses. Now they still wanted to circle the spring of the candles, and they followed the Taoist priests in Zhenguan several times.

Qian Yiqun had never been to the northern foothills. He only saw his senior brother A Niu picking firewood to find out that this small path of sheep intestine was heading to Ningbang Temple. Fortunately, the mountains in Jiangnan are thin and delicate, so they won’t get lost. They will naturally arrive along the road. Today, he was lucky, so he was only halfway through the journey. He was looking at some dead branches and trees on both sides that could be cut down as firewood. He saw A Niu carrying two loads of dry firewood, with expressionless face and not knowing what he was thinking.

"Senior Brother." Qian Yiqun called out.

"Ah, junior brother." A Niu was called to the senses by Qian Yiqun, "Why are you here?"

"Bad Zhao asked me to bring two loads of firewood to Guanli. I'm still looking for it."

"I'll go, I'll go." A Niu quickly put down the dry firewood on his shoulders, "You send these two chunks to them first, and I'll go and fight it. It's time to have a meal."

"This is so hard for you." Qian Yiqun really couldn't bear it. He was two or three years older than A Niu, but A Niu was strong and had all the dirty and tiring work.

"I'll go, I'll go." A Niu had already stepped forward to grab Qian Yiqun's shoulder pole and hemp rope and ran all the way up the mountain.

Qian Yiqun looked at the two loads of wood, tried to carry two steps and felt pain in his shoulders. He quickly put down and divided one load into two loads, and hid the other load on the side of the road. After taking two more steps, he suddenly touched the gourd on his waist and thought it was not good, and he forgot what Lu Xiaomiao asked for.

Anyway, there are no tourists on the mountain now, so Qian Yiqun puts firewood on the side of the road, so he still has to walk to Ningbang Temple. Who made the spring on the cane behind Ningbang Temple?

Legend has it that the spring on the skeleton is made of a fairy's red beard, and it does look like a poke from a stick. The spring water is free of insects and is sweet and clear, and it is the first spring on Qionglong Mountain. Its spring is very shallow, and the spring hole contains only one cup of water, but it flows continuously. I have never heard of it drying up.

Qian Yiqun heard Lu Xiaomiao talk too much, but when he walked here, he seemed to have been here himself. He was familiar with the road and soon found the mountain stream with the spring water. Following the gurgling mountain stream, Qian Yiqun walked around the wall of the loess gate of Ningbang Temple, buried his head in the mountain, and looked up suddenly and saw a square brick standing in front of his eyes.

"Senior Brother?" Qian Yiqun looked closely and found that the square brick was also eye-catching and nose-like, and it was his senior brother A Niu.

"Oh? Junior brother, why are you here?" A Niu seemed to have come back to his senses.

"Why are you sitting here?" Qian Yiqun was very surprised.

"Um... it's nothing. I'm tired. Let's take a rest and go to collect wood immediately." A Niu stood up, patted his pants, and his face turned red.

"Will you be tired?" Qian Yiqun was suspicious. He was about to ask again, but he heard a creaking sound. A woman wearing a cotton shirt, apricot flower, and a long green skirt flashed from the back door of Ningbang Temple. The woman held the corner of her skirt in both hands, revealing a pair of big red embroidered shoes, looking down at the road, jumping among the rocks, quite lively.

She jumped two steps, looked up suddenly, and saw two young men looking at him, and her body stagnated, as if she had been imposed on a fixed body.

Qian Yiqun saw that the woman had beautiful eyebrows. Although she was not very beautiful, she was very refreshing, especially the lively and naughty eyebrows, which was exactly the same as her younger sister when she was a child.

"Is there a big girl hidden in this monk temple?" Qian Yiqun said in confusion.

"Don't talk nonsense." Aniu's face turned red, "She lives here, not hides."

Qian Yiqun slowly turned his head and looked at his senior brother, thinking: It seems that your drawing is getting darker and darker? Besides, whether you live or hide is a bald donkey, what are you going to draw? Didn’t you see that you still have the IQ of a high-level black?
Chapter completed!