Moubai originally planned to climb the mountain, but he stayed in a small town at the foot of the mountain.

There is an old man in the town who cooks very delicious dishes. The ordinary dishes are made with a local taste, which attracts the idle streetwalkers and allows the townspeople to watch the giant tiger up close without being eaten.

In the evening, the old lady hung lanterns on bamboo poles.

The candlelight was not that bright, but fortunately Bai Yujun was prepared.

You need to know how to live when you go out, maybe bring some humble daily necessities, so that you can feel at ease in a strange and lonely place.

Bai Yujun put something the size of a rouge box on the table and tapped it twice randomly with chopsticks.

Kaka~ding~

Slowly blooming into a pink and white lotus amidst the crisp metal sound, the change is not over yet, the lotus flashes with a faint light and slowly floats into the sky, the downward base is also blooming, unfolding downward into a pink and white lotus, getting brighter and fluttering

Youyou provides lighting for Bai Moulong.

The lotus lantern follows Bai Yujun wherever he goes. He makes any exquisite little magic weapon. The most valuable thing is the artistic processing rather than the magic runes.

The restaurant is relatively simple, but the advantage is that you can watch people coming and going on the street while eating.

The old wooden table has been used for more than ten years, and the oil stains have made the wood grain more clear over the years. There is also a bench that squeaks when you sit on it.

The old man listened to the old woman's endless chatter as he served the food to the table. The freshly cooked food exuded an alluring smell.

Stir-fried a strange local mushroom with bacon, a wood-burning earth stove, an iron pot and a wooden shovel, a simple rural method that retains the original taste. Bai Yujun is not worried about poisoning, and is even eager to try the scene of elves flying in the sky. The locals are very fond of the mountains.

The food is very familiar, I'm afraid I won't be able to see the elf.

A bowl of rice and two plates of local dishes.

It feels wonderful to swallow it whole without opening your mouth. You can use chopsticks to taste it slowly.

While eating, I listened to the villagers chatting, and heard about the good deeds of Lady Yao. Perhaps the woman did not want to interrupt the livelihood of the doctors. She diagnosed and treated people with serious illnesses or in remote areas, and her reputation among the people was very high.

More often than not, it’s just gossip among parents.

I always felt that eating was a bit boring, so I stopped the singing girl passing by the door and paid a dozen copper coins to listen to the music.

The babble melody made Fat Tiger sleepy, and Bai Bai listened with gusto.

When I eat happily and listen happily, I habitually want to wag my tail. Later I realize that I am in a dream, and I feel unwell without my tail.

The singing girl's ditty was ordinary and simple, and Bai Yujun ate all the rice in her bowl and hummed along.

If you feel happy, you will be rewarded with a few copper coins. Listening to music is just about your mood, and the details are not important.

After eating, he took out his bedding and pillow from the sack and went into the house to sleep.

It seemed to be raining outside the window at night.

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At dawn, a certain Bai got up early and went hiking.

The mountains are very high, there are mountains on the mountains, and tourists and pilgrims are often encountered on the steep mountain roads. The pilgrims and believers here look very normal, with clear eyes, no fanaticism or desperate addiction. There are rich and poor, and some of them have traveled all over the world.

traveller.

Maybe it rained last night because of Bai's arrival, but fortunately the rain stopped and the fog started in the early morning.

The old pines all over the mountain appear and disappear in the fog, and the clouds and smoke are entangled like yarn. Occasionally, I listen to tourists chanting poems and composing poems. The climbing process is very enjoyable.

Perhaps because they were in a fairyland, tourists and pilgrims were surprised to meet the Tiger Riding Immortal.

Those who are well-informed know that they have met a true monk, and more people regard it as a chance to meet a god. There are always bold ordinary people who come forward to ask for elixirs. Even if they don't get the elixir, they take the opportunity to chat and express their yearning for the freedom of gods.

Bai Yujun would never give elixir, even if he didn't bring it at all.

At the beginning of the climb, most people walked in high spirits. But halfway through, the scholars and ladies complained that they were too tired, so they sat on rattan chairs and soft sedans and had people carry them up the mountain.

Obviously, riding a tiger is the most popular.

"Give way~ Please give way to the person in front~ Keep to the right! Don't delay my overtaking!"

The bearers looked back and almost threw the guests down the mountain. They hurriedly stepped aside to make way. If it weren't for someone on the back of the tiger, they might have turned around and ran away.

Up close, you can feel a tiger that is taller than a human walking by.

Breathing heavily in front of him, stripes flashed across his eyes starting from the tiger's head and ending at the tiger's tail.

When the tiger walked away, I breathed a sigh of relief. Then I felt nervous and excited at the same time. I was full of expectations for climbing, but I regretted that the tiger rider walked a little too fast.

There are many pilgrims climbing up the mountain along the way. When you are tired, you can just find a stone to sit down and rest.

Rainwater washes away the traces of water on the rock carvings, allowing people to clearly see the age of the ancient stone carvings.

The higher the mountain road, the more strange peaks and rocks there are, and long rivers of white mist flow around it.

Look upward.

Bai Yujun saw green smoke curling between the old pines.

Stamping the tiger's back with his feet, the fat tiger stopped and turned around as if to ask why he didn't leave. Bai Yujun didn't bother to explain, so he grabbed the tiger's hair and slid down to the ground, carefully arranging his clothes.

"Go slowly, it's beautiful here."

After saying that, he asked Fat Hu to lie down, took out the musical instrument Dong Xiao from the sack, and recalled the music as he walked.

Walking up the old stone steps and slowly climbing the mountain, Bai Yujun felt something in his heart when he saw the rocks and the old Taoism. He used the cave flute to blow out the desolation and tranquility, like tasting cool tea.

The stone steps in front pass between the rocks on both sides. When you look up, you can see the arch gate made of Qingyan rocks. It does not look big but has a unique charm. It is dry-built with mortise and tenon joints. The whole rock forms the top of the overhanging mountain and is carved.

Some moss has grown on the tiles.

Whether it is a mountain rock or a stone archway, it has been covered with dust countless times and washed away by rain, leaving nothing but desolation in sight.

The sound of the flute seems to be no longer waiting for the opponent's endgame.

Pilgrims and believers stopped and listened quietly, their thoughts being affected by the sound of the flute.

The delicate little cloth boots climbed step by step and were extremely serious when playing.

In the Taoist temple, the old Taoist raised his head when he heard the sound of the flute, and vaguely saw a huge white dragon swimming in the mountains. Finally, the white dragon landed in front of the mountain gate...

When I wanted to take a closer look, the picture in front of me returned to normal. I thought about it and hurriedly ran towards the mountain gate.

Bai Yujun put away the flute and quietly admired the stone archway.

"Get started, seek the truth, and understand the true way..."

The stone carvings made Bai Yujun stand and ponder for a long time, stand on tiptoes, reach out and touch the vicissitudes of the rocks, feeling the roughness between his fingers.

Smiling slightly, he continued walking forward, turned the corner, and climbed to the mountain platform.

"Huh~ I'm finally up, so high."

The layout of the buildings varies with the height of the mountain. Some halls are built on huge smooth stones, and some are directly cut out of bluestone. Narrow mountain roads and stone bridges connect the various buildings into one. Unlike most buildings, more are used here.

There are rocks and weeds everywhere, and the weeds on the roof ridges and walls sway in the wind, making everything look desolate and desolate.

Fat Tiger couldn't pass under the mountain gate archway, so he had to jump up from the side and stand behind Bai Yujun to look around.

The white-haired old Taoist priest looked at the little girl and felt that every move he made had the meaning of a real dragon.

He walked forward and saluted with clasped fists, and Bai Yujun returned the salute.

The old Taoist noticed something unusual about the smoke rising from the incense burner. After rising, it turned into the shape of a real dragon, lifelike and condensing without scattering.

Bai Yujun nodded and walked to the incense burner made of a huge stone.

Through the blue smoke, I can see the vicissitudes of the main hall.
Chapter completed!