As Fang Yi expected, after seeing the photos, Zhou Hu did not verify his interest, but soon returned to the capital. This time, the gambling in Jinling caused him a considerable deficit, and Zhou Hu also needed to go back to the capital to urge a few sums of money to solve the financial problems.

As for Zhou Zhengguang, after retrieving the car, he never showed his face in front of Fang Yi and others. This time he was really scared by Fang Yi, and the training ground was even left to someone else to take care of. Zhou Zhengguang never went back again.

After being injured for a few days, the fat man became energetic again. With the 100,000 yuan given by Fang Yi, the fat man was full of confidence and took out 50,000 yuan to buy furniture and appliances in the new house. The remaining 50,000 yuan was really handed over to Meng Shuangshuang and asked her to subsidize some household expenses.

During this period, Fang Yi focused on the apprenticeship ceremony that was about to come. With the help of Zhao Hongtao, he contacted a mid-range hotel and booked more than ten rooms at the end of the month of the hotel. Of course, Fang Yi is now so poor that he was also paid by Zhao Hongtao.

When there was still a week before the apprenticeship ceremony, Fang Yi and his teacher took two days off, pulled the fat man three shots and the Man Jun who had just returned from another place, but returned to Fangshan and went down the mountain for more than half a year. This was the first time Fang Yi came back to worship his master.

Fatty and the others were temporarily handed over to Si Yuanjie to manage the antique market. Not to mention that, after Fatty Sanpao set up a stall in the antique market for a month, Si Yuanjie also went from being a fool who knew nothing about antiques to half an old fried dough stick, and he was almost able to stand alone.

In addition to Fang Yi and the others, there were two more girls. Sanpao’s partner had been here once before, but it was the first time that the fat man’s girlfriend came to the door. As soon as she entered the small mountain village, it caused a huge sensation, and almost everyone in the village ran out to watch.

This also pushed Fang Yi's trip to the mountain for a day. After drinking two drinks at the village chief's house at noon and evening, several people lived in Sanpao's old house and only started to go to the Taoist temple in the deep mountains early the next morning.

"Not to mention, the scenery here is really nice. You can bring your children here in the future..."

When Manjun came to Fangshan for the first time, he was soon attracted by the scenery of Fangshan in late autumn. The quiet mountain village of red leaves all brought Manjun, a person who grew up in the city, a completely different feeling in his heart.

"Brother Man, we'll stay in the mountain today. If it's okay tomorrow night, I'll take you to fry fish..."

Standing halfway up the mountain, Sanpao looked at the reservoir in the distance. Unconsciously, his hands became itchy again. Speaking of which, in the past, this reservoir was their own private area. Whenever he wanted to eat fish, he would throw a few firecrackers.

"I'm also frying the fish. Last time we finished frying, my dad was fined 1,000 yuan..."

When the fat man heard Sanpao's words, he was furious. Fang Yi went down the mountain and they went to blow up the fish once, and then went into the city the next day. However, after a call, the fat man learned that his father, who was the village chief, was fined 1,000 yuan for this and reported it to the whole town once.

"Sanpao, let's just fry fish. I'll set a few sets tonight and grab some wild game to eat..."

When he came to the familiar forest, Fang Yi breathed the air in the mountains with a little greedily. Compared to the house in Jinling City, Fang Yi felt like he had returned home after returning here. He had a deep affection for every grass and tree in the mountains.

The only thing that made Fang Yi a little regretful was that he originally wanted to bring Bai Chuxia to pay tribute to his master. However, there was a fact that Bai Chuxia was unable to leave in the capital, so Fang Yi could only take Fatty and the others up the mountain.

"Fang Yi. Did you ask us to bring oil, salt, sauce and vinegar to make wild game?" Man Jun asked curiously: "This mountain forest has been developed for so many years, so what kind of wild game is there on the mountain?"

"The tiger and leopard definitely don't have it, but there are also many small things..."

Fang Yi laughed at him and said, "Walking deeper, you can see rabbits, wild boars, pheasants and monkeys. There are wolves and foxes near the foothills of Maoshan Mountain, but now I don't know if there are any..."

Fang Yi grew up in the mountains and naturally knew everything about animals in the forest. However, he was not an animal protector. Since he was five or six years old, Fang Yi followed the old Taoist priest to pick up prey in the trap. His skills of his traps were also learned from the old Taoist priest.

"It would be great if I could see the wild boar..." The fat man said with a greedy look: "The meat of the wild boar is much more powerful than that of the domestic pig. If the wild boar is roasted with skin, the taste will be even more amazing..."

People living in the mountains naturally rely on the mountains to eat. In the past, when there was no gun ban, Fatty Sanpao and others ate a lot of prey in the mountains. Now, every household will have some wild game dried from the mountains in the kitchen during the holidays.

Although the mountain road is quite difficult to walk, Fang Yi and the others were not in a hurry to rush. The group walked and stopped and walked for about three or four hours before they arrived at the Taoist temple where Fang Yi lived since childhood. A row of winding bluestone roads paved straight from the hillside to the Taoist temple.

"The mountain is not high, but it is famous if there is an immortal. The water is not deep. The dragon is spiritual if there is a dragon..."

Seeing the Taoist temple half hidden among the trees in the mountains, Man Jun suddenly remembered the "Inscription on the Humble Room" he learned in junior high school. From a distance, the Taoist temple with red bricks and yellow tiles seemed to have a fairy spirit, giving people a very mysterious feeling.

Of course, if Man Jun knew about the so-called red bricks, it would be that the old Taoist priest dug the red mud in the mountains and burned them. The yellow tiles were covered with a layer of straw and then a thick layer of yellow mud, and then the shape of bricks and tiles was drawn on it. I wonder if Man Jun would still have that mysterious feeling.

"Brother Man, why don't you say it anymore? You can't recite it anymore?" Seeing Man Jun's excited expression, the fat man couldn't help but tease him.

"Where you go, don't talk nonsense in this Taoist holy land..." Man Jun waved his hand like a fly, and walked on the bluestone road. He had already seen the three big words "Shangqing Palace" written on the plaque of Taoist temple from afar.

"What holy land..." The fat man curled his lips and said with disdain: "Patient, I have been stooling here at the age of three and a half. Ask Fang Yi, the old Taoist priest has had Fatty boys pissed on his bed..."

In the past, people in the village at the foot of the mountain traded some things with the old Taoist priest after Huijinshan. The fat man came with his father when he was two or three years old. It was at that time that he and Sanpao and Fang Yi formed a deep friendship. This was definitely a childhood friend who had been playing together since the crotch pants.

"You guys go slowly, I'll open the viewing door first..."

Looking at the Taoist temple not far away, Fang Yi had always been unable to feel excited, and became a little excited. After explaining to the fat man and the others, he quickly climbed up the mountain along the mountain road paved with bluestone strips.

"Master, the disciple is back..."

More than half a year has passed, and the uninhabited Taoist temple has become increasingly dilapidated. Looking at the familiar scenery in front of the Taoist temple, Fang Yi's eyes have become a little blurred. The scenes from childhood to adulthood are quickly replayed in Fang Yi's mind.

"It's hard to repay the teacher's kindness..."

The big tree in front of the Taoist temple is still tall and lush, but the master who helped Xiao Fang Yi climb the tree and play was already separated by heaven and man forever, which made Fang Yi feel an indescribable pain in his heart. Although the old Taoist priest is not a biological parent, Fang Yi still feels that his son wants to support him but his parents are not waiting for him.

"Fang Yi, don't think so much, let's go in..."

Fang Yi didn't know how long he had stood in front of the Taoist temple gate. It was not until Sanpao patted his shoulder, and then he woke up, stepped forward and pushed open the Taoist temple gate. When he saw that the wooden statue of the Sanqing Ancestor in the middle of the room was already covered with dust and spider webs.

"Fatty, you guys have a rest first, I'll go and worship the master..."

Fang Yi didn't bother to clean the Taoist temple first, but picked up the bottles of wine he bought in the city, roasted chicken, pork head meat and other food, and left the Taoist temple to continue walking up the mountain. On the mountain dozens of meters away from the Taoist temple, there was a shed made of thatch. In the last three years on the mountain, Fang Yi spent most of his time with his master in the shed.

"Master, I'm here to see you..."

When he arrived at the grave of the old Taoist priest, Fang Yi knelt on the ground with a thud. After bowing respectfully three heads, he stood up, cleared the weeds on the master's grave, and opened the wine and food he brought with him.

"Master, the Monkey Wine is gone. This is the best wine at the foot of the mountain, and your favorite roast chicken and pork head meat..."

Fang Yi opened all four bottles of Maotai liquor and sprinkled two bottles in front of the master's grave. The other two bottles of wine and roasted chicken and pork head meat were placed in front of the grave, so that the master could enjoy it slowly.

"Master, I have been down the mountain for half a year. I have done nothing bad, and I have not embarrassed you. By the way, Master, my cultivation has already broken through to the realm of refining Qi and turning into God. It is probably the same as before you were alive..."
Chapter completed!