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Chapter 29: Old Farmers Collecting Herbs

Kunlun Mountain is one of the Taoist sacred mountains. It is said to be the root of the ancient Buzhou Mountain and the foundation of the Tianzhu. It is located in Qinghai, Sichuan, and the three provinces of Shibali (Xinjiang) and the Uszang area. It is the first sacred mountain in China and the ancestor of all mountains.

There are countless rare grasses on the mountain, with countless ferocious birds and beasts. Many herders living at the foot of the mountain rely on digging herbs and hunting to make a living. However, in the western part of Kunlun Mountain, the terrain is relatively high and the population is gradually sparse. Kongtong Mountain, the eastern branch, is full of villages and towns.

In Kunlun Mountain, which stretches hundreds of miles northwest, there is a mountain peak that looks like a white cow, named Bainiu Mountain. There is a valley with fruit trees, herbs and flowers in the mountains, called Sanshengao.

This is the mountain gate of the Kunlun School, and the first-class Feng Shui treasure land on Kunlun Mountain. The disciples of the Kunlun School are all happy today. The buildings inside the Sansheng Hall, Tieqinju and other gates are also decorated with lights and words with the word "Big Happiness". It turns out that the happy day for the Kunlun leader He Taichong to marry his second concubine is about to come.

He Taichong, the leader of the Kunlun Sect, was a master who was powerful in martial arts. Because his master Bai Luzi died in a battle with a master in the Ming Cult, he could not leave a last word. The disciples fought for the position of the leader and each other was not in the same way. He Taichong and his senior sister Ban Shuxian worked together and their power increased greatly, so he suppressed other senior brothers. He Taichong took over as the leader. He was grateful and married the senior sister. In the early years, the couple had a strong relationship. At the end of the year, they were one-year-old. Ban Shuxian was two years older than He Taichong. In addition, He Taichong practiced Taoist martial arts to keep the face and had a good time. It seemed that Ban Shuxian was more than ten years older than He Taichong. He Taichong used the excuse of having no children and began to marry concubines.

I married a wife two years ago, but I didn't expect that I recently found a young woman with outstanding appearance and wanted to marry her back. Many disciples of Kunlun Sect thought that the master took a concubine and naturally had to express their feelings as a disciple, so there were disciples with good looks and went to buy gifts in groups of three or five.

A young Taoist with a foot of black beard hanging on his chest led his three junior brothers out of Sanshengao and said as he walked: "A few of us, brothers who don't look like some, have industries at home or have many benefits when walking outside. We are all Taoists who practice within the sect, and where can we have a lot of money? If they all give gifts to our master, it would be ugly to us empty-handed, but we can't afford decent things, so I will take you to the depths of Kunlun to dig some precious herbs to make our master and second aunt happy."

A young Taoist with white face and no need to ask: "Although we have many treasures in Kunlun Mountain, it is difficult to find precious medicinal materials. Even if we can find them, it will take a long time to get married in a few days. Senior brother, if we cherish the medicinal materials and fail to find them, we will be angry if we go far and cannot come back."

The Taoist Changfeng smiled and said, "You don't know, for my brother, I was a boy in our Kunlun School twenty years ago. At that time, I followed Master Liuyunzi to the mountain to collect herbs. We stayed in the mountain for three or four months and got a lot of medicinal herbs of vintage. At that time, there were many herbs that were not produced. I thought that it would be ripe after more than twenty years. We happened to take it together and offer it to the master."

The four of them were all the best friends in the sect. They were all overjoyed when they heard this, and nodded without any need: "So that's it, then I'll listen to my senior brother."

Everyone left Sanshengao and walked deeper. After three days, they finally arrived at a steep mountain. Taoist Changfeng pointed to what he said before: "There is a forest between the two mountains. There is Polygonum multiflorum in the forest. They were just formed back then, and now they probably have 25 or 6 years of medicinal power. It is quite good medicinal materials. Even if they sell them, they will need hundreds of taels per plant. Let's hurry up so that we won't be able to go back!"

After the three junior brothers agreed, the four of them accelerated their pace into the mountain, and then searched in the deep mountains and old forests. After half an hour, a young Taoist priest suddenly said, "Senior brother! There is a Polygonatum here!"

The three of them hurried over and saw a green vegetation that was reaching the waist under two pine trees. The leaves grew up one by one, and there were about ten strings of purple-black fruits hanging in the middle. The Taoist Changbing Beard was overjoyed when he saw it and said, "This Polygonatum has been said for 20 years. The three junior brothers should quickly bring the medicine shovel and dig it out slowly for me."

After the long bearded Taoist dug out a fist-sized yellow semen, he carefully put it into the small medicine basket behind him. The white-faced Taoist priest smiled and said, "With Senior Brother Guangming and we may be able to return home with a full load today."

Guangmingzi touched her beard and smiled and said, "I still remember that there are more medicinal materials in the back. Let's go in and look for it."

The four of them went in happily, but the more they looked, the ugly they looked. After more than an hour, Guangmingzi cut off a vine with a sword, pointed to the land where there should be medicinal materials but empty, and cursed: "Why are there nothing left? Could it be that someone picked it up in advance?"

The white-faced Taoist priest looked down and saw that there were indeed traces of digging and backfilling the soil on the surface of the land, and snorted coldly: "Senior brother guessed it well. It was obvious that someone was walking in front of us. I looked at the traces as they were in the past two days."

Guangmingzi said: "When did outsiders come in from our Kunlun Sect? He also stole our spiritual herbs, so brave!"

The white-faced Taoist pointed to the front and said, "That person should not go far, let's go faster and you should catch up."

The four of them immediately followed the traces with sharp swords in their hands. As expected, they chased after more than 30 miles with all their might and looked at the traces of soil turning, and it was quite new. It was obviously nearby.

The four of them looked for a while. The white-faced Taoist looked the best. They saw a man wearing a straw hat and a rag robe in the forest not far away resting, holding a water bag in his hand and taking a sip from time to time.

"Senior brother! There."

Guangmingzi turned around and walked over with three junior brothers. When he walked in, he saw a man with a beard under the tree to enjoy the cool air. He was placed on one side with a basket of grass and a hoe stained with soil under his feet. The basket was covered with leaves. Guangmingzi walked closer and saw that half of the basket was filled with herbs of vintage Polygonatum, Gastrodia elata, Ganoderma lucidum and other medicinal materials.

"Well, that man! Where are you from?" asked Taoist Baimian.

The man like an old farmer who collected herbs raised his straw hat when he heard this, and did not get up. He said, "It turned out to be four Taoist priests. The villain is the herdsman at the foot of the mountain. Everyone calls me Lao Hada, who makes a living by sheeping sheep and collecting herbs. He has just arrived here these days. How dare you ask the four Taoist priests what they have learned?"

The White-Faced Taoist said sternly: "This is my Kunlun Sect place. The medicinal materials you picked were planted by the teachers and commanders of our sect more than 20 years ago. You have committed a great sin to break into the forbidden area in our sect and steal herbs. Do you know?"

The old farmer collecting herbs was stunned when he heard this and said in panic: "The villain doesn't know, please forgive me for your sins!"

The four of them intimidated the old farmer with herbs for a long time. Seeing that he was quite scared, Guang Mingzi smiled slightly and said with a beard: "Brother, don't be afraid! We are also the Taoist Quanzhen on the mountain. We can't take it seriously and report it to you. Naturally, we will not punish you. It's just that you have to return the herbs you stole, and then don't come back in the future. You will be lucky to meet our brothers. If it were my senior brother Xihuazi, you must cut off your hands before you stop!"

The old farmer who collected herbs shivered when he heard this, glanced at the sharp sword in the hands of the four people, and smiled bitterly: "Since the four Taoist priests are so generous, the villain is willing to hand over all the herbs."

Guangmingzi's two junior brothers picked up the medicine basket and carried it on themselves with joy. Then the four of them left the woods and walked towards the mountain gate.

After they disappeared, the old farmer who collected herbs sighed and said, "The charcoal seller, cut firewood and burn charcoal in the south mountain. His face was covered with dust and ash, his temples were gray and his fingers were black. What can I get for money for selling charcoal? His clothes were eaten in his mouth. I was poor, and I was worried that the charcoal was cheap and I wished the weather was cold. I came to the city at night and drove a charcoal cart to the ice rut at night. The ox was trapped in the hunger day, and the day was high, and the mud outside the south gate of the city was resting in the mud. Who was the two horses coming? The yellow messenger and the white shirt..."
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