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Song Yi stood at the mountain gate for a long time and waited for the master not to come, anxiously looking at the mountain road frequently.

It was completely dark and the visibility was getting lower and lower.

Song Yi leaned on the door frame, and subconsciously looked back at the big locust tree in the courtyard.The flock of crows in the morning had dispersed long ago, leaving only a big tree full of fruits faintly visible in the night.

Don't worry about the crow's mischief, Song Yi continued to turn his head and stare at the mountain road.The temperature had dropped so badly that he felt a little cold.Just when he was hesitating whether to go back to the house and wait, there was a rustling sound in the grass in the distance.

Song Yi immediately looked there nervously, and then saw two round balls of green light.

"Wolf!" Song thought of this in a flash, and before he could figure out what that thing was, he immediately retreated into the door and quickly closed the door.

That thing seemed to jump towards the door at once, because the second the door closed, its sharp claws scratched at the door panel.

When Song Yi heard the sound of "唰啦", he broke out in a cold sweat instantly.When he saw that the door bolt was firmly inserted, he turned around and ran to his bedroom.

Suddenly there was a gust of wind in the yard, and the wind blew towards Song Yi from behind, making his scalp even more numb.He didn't dare to look back, and after stumbling into the door, he immediately turned around and locked the door.

The dark wind seemed to want to come in, and the door panels and windows rattled, accompanied by whimpering from time to time.

Song Yi climbed onto the kang, wrapped himself tightly in a blanket, and listened to the movement outside the window with his eyes open, not daring to sleep at all.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a soft knock on the door.Song Yi thought it was the master who came back, and immediately ran to open the door happily.

But just when he was about to open the latch, he suddenly became alert and his movements stopped.

"Who?" he asked in a low voice.No wonder he was suspicious, because the mountain gate was locked from the inside, if the master came back, he should slap the mountain gate.If he came in over the wall, the master should knock on the door and call his name. If he fell asleep, how could knocking on the door wake him up?

No one answered the door.

Song Yi felt his scalp numb, and immediately retracted the hand that was touching the latch as if it had been burned.He took a few steps back slowly, then quickly turned around and ran back to the house, getting under the covers.

The whimpering wind rang outside the room for a long time, and he dared not sleep until dawn, when he finally couldn't hold on and fell asleep.

Daoist Yang came back near noon.The old man in that family passed away in the middle of the night, so the funeral was only held for three days, and he was able to come back one day earlier.

Hearing from the laity that they didn't see Song Yi, Daoist Yang went all the way to find the bedroom, only to find Song Yi lying on the kang with a blushing face, obviously having a high fever.

He chanted mantras and poured talisman water, and finally helped Song Yi get rid of his fever, and it took another half an hour before Song Yi woke up slowly.

Seeing that Master was by his side, it was not a dream. The 13-year-old boy couldn't hold back immediately, and tears fell from his lips.

Daoist Yang asked him what happened, and Song Yi told him everything.

Daoist Yang frowned and listened, but finally heaved a long sigh and said nothing.

The next day, Song Yi's spirit improved a lot, and Daoist Yang told him that he could no longer stay in the mountain temple, and he would help him make another plan.Song Yi also vaguely guessed that he was hated by the mountain god, and he didn't dare to force him to stay, so he agreed to the master's arrangement.

After breakfast, Song Yi followed his master to the main hall to kowtow goodbye to the mountain god, and then went to the side hall to bid farewell to the ancestors Jishou, and then went down the mountain to the Yaowang Temple in the east of the city.

Being hated by the mountain god... Song couldn't help but feel a little headache when he thought about it.

Seeing his son's silence, Song Lianhai thought that his words touched his self-esteem, so he stopped continuing the topic, and instead said, "We must have walked halfway, right? Oops, I'm exhausted, I lack exercise! "Said, and smiled self-deprecatingly.

Song Yi reached out and took his father's arm, pulling him up, so as to save him some effort.

Song Lianhai sighed: "You have grown so big in the blink of an eye! You were just like a kitten when you were born, small, soft, and crying weakly. Both your mother and I were worried that you would You won’t survive. Fortunately, you can breastfeed, and I cook soup and stew for your mother every day, and she doesn’t lose weight, and all the nutrients are absorbed by you..."

After the words fell, the two fathers couldn't help laughing in unison.

"Dad, don't worry, I will come down the mountain to see you often." Knowing that his father was reluctant to take the road of cultivating the Tao by himself, Song Yi comforted him softly.

"Hmph, if you can run away, Taoist priests can't run away from the temple! If you don't go down the mountain, your mother and I will come up to find you!" Song Lianhai deliberately emphasized his tone, but he laughed first after he finished speaking.

The father and son chatted casually, and walked slowly towards the top of the mountain. After half an hour, they finally came to the mountain temple.

The gate of the mountain temple is not the gate head with cornices and bucket arches like in ancient times, and there is no paving head with animal mouth ring on the door panel. It is just a simple wooden gate with old blue tiles on the door head. There are two rusted iron pull rings hanging from it.

The couplet on the doorpost is still the same couplet that has not been changed for many years. The first couplet is "the temple is small and the universe is big", the second couplet is "the gods and the sun and the moon are long", and the horizontal comment is "the mountain god blesses".

Song Yi stood still in front of the door and secretly took a deep breath.

The gate is open, and you can see most of the situation in the courtyard—a few sticks of burning incense sticks are stuck on the incense burner in front of the main hall; To the west of the center is a large wooden platform made of red pine wood, seven feet by five feet; a few meters to the west of the wooden platform, is a thick and big mulberry tree, because it is June, and the fruit on the tree has few Some are ripe and turning purple-black, but most are still green and slightly reddish...

Three years later, finally back here.Song decided to gather his mind and walked into the gate with his father.

After the two of them offered incense in each hall, they walked to the back of the hall under the guidance of a layman.

Daoist Yang was weeding the vegetables in the vegetable garden. Seeing that Song Yi had gone up the mountain so quickly, he hurriedly came out of the vegetable garden and took the Song family father and son to his bedroom.

Daoist Yang let Song Lianhai sit by the kang, set up another kang table, and took out tea and tea sets.

"Master, let me come!" Song Yi hurried forward and took over the task of making tea.

Daoist Yang didn't stop him, and while sitting on the edge of the kang on the other side, he reminded: "The water in the thermos was boiled in the morning."

Song Yi took the thermos, made a pot of tea with hot water, and stood aside respectfully, waiting for the elders to speak.

Daoist Yang asked Song Lianhai: "You are really relieved to leave the child to me?"

Song Lianhai nodded and said with a smile, "Daoist Yang, you have saved the child so many times. It can be said that you gave the child's life. How can we be worried about entrusting him to you?"

Daoist Yang poured a cup of tea for Song Lianhai, and then sighed: "I really like this child, this child is born to practice Taoism! But if you don't want to, I won't make things difficult for him. Originally, I planned to have another two years. He decides by himself, but I have important things to do right now, and I can't tell when I will come back, so out of selfishness, I don't want what I have learned all my life and my lineage to be broken, so I am eager Take apprentices."

Song Lianhai nodded again, and said, "Xiao Yi is willing to learn from you, so we will hand him over to you, the Taoist priest! I understand this child, he can learn everything quickly, and he doesn't worry, so don't worry!"

Daoist Yang turned to look at Song Yi, and asked, "Have you really thought about it?"

Song Yi stepped forward, knelt down on the ground, bowed his head and cupped his fists, and said: "I am willing to worship under the master's sect, and I will definitely abide by the rules of the Taoist sect in the future, and will not disgrace the orders of the master and the patriarch!"

Daoist Yang nodded in satisfaction, and then reminded: "Give tea to Master."

Song Yi hurriedly got up and poured a cup of tea, then knelt down on the ground again, and respectfully handed the tea to Master.

Daoist Yang took the tea bowl, took a sip, put the tea on the table, then turned around and said solemnly to Song Yi: "From now on, you are the third generation successor of our sect. Although our sect is unknown, we practice magic It is no worse than other sects, and you don’t have to feel ashamed when you walk out of this mountain gate in the future. As for the rules and taboos inside the gate, I will tell you in detail later.”

"Disciple, remember master's teachings!" Song said, kneeling respectfully to master three times and nine times, paying homage to master.

"The surname was given by the biological father, and the name was given by the master. When you were young, you were weak and sick, and your parents feared that you would not be able to support them, so they gave you the simplest name of 'one'. Tao begets one, one begets two, two begets three, three begets all things, So "Yi" contains a big change from the past to the future, so I will name you "Yan", and you will be called Song Yan from now on."

"Song Yan thanked Master for giving me the name!" Song Yan once again applauded.

After the teacher apprenticeship ceremony, Song Lianhai handed a big red seal to Daoist Yang, saying, "This is a wish from our Song family. In the future, Song Yan will have Daoist Lao to worry about it!"

Daoist Yang glanced at the red seal, then turned his head and said to Song Yan: "Take it, you will be in charge of the merit money and food expenses in the temple from now on."

"Yes, master!" Song Yan took over the merit from his father.

Yang Daochang stayed with Song Lianhai to have lunch in the temple, and then Song Yan sent his father all the way down the mountain and got into the car before returning to the temple alone.

He didn't rush to the back of the hall to find his master, but went to the big mulberry tree first.

Standing under the tree, he looked up.This tree has luxuriant branches and leaves, and its figure is majestic. At this time, it hangs colorful fruits, which is very beautiful.

Song Yan's eyes rolled, and he reached out to pick a mulberry on the short side.A crow appeared out of nowhere, and suddenly flew over, landed on the branch of the mulberry tree, and glared at Song Yan.

Song Yan suppressed a smile, and continued to pick mulberries without stopping. The crow was really angry, and stretched out its beak to peck his hand.But he moved extremely fast, dodging the crow's mouth in an instant, and then quickly picked the fruit off.

He pinched the stem of the mulberry and put the fruit in his mouth, and hummed while eating: "It's so sweet!"

The crow was so angry that its eyes seemed to be red, and it spread its wings at him, as if to demonstrate.

"It's just a mulberry fruit, why is the mountain god so stingy?" Song Yan said to the crow with a smile.

The crow was visibly taken aback.

Song Yan bowed deeply to it, and said very respectfully: "Xiaodao Song Yan, I have met the mountain god!"

Seeing that the crow looked complicated and refused to respond, Song Yan smiled at it again, and then walked away.