The vast sky is cloudless.
The mountain scenery is beautiful and graceful.
The breeze blows through the mountain area. In the flowing bamboo sea like waves, an ancient Taoist temple is exposed.
At the moment, a Toyota off-road vehicle is bumping along the narrow road in the mountains.
The driver was a strong man wearing sunglasses, and the passenger at the front seat was a emaciated middle-aged man.
In the back seat was a very young and beautiful woman.
The woman was dressed in a white professional suit with black silk heels.
The green silk is high in the back of the head, and the muscles are like coagulated fat. The eyes are bright and bright, but there is a little cold in the eyes that is not easy to get close to.
The figure is also excellent.
No matter who looks at the beautiful radian, he may not be able to move his eyes.
The woman looked out of the half open window with her cheeks up.
The mountain in the distance is very high, towering into the clouds.
You can hear birds singing in your ears, and even vaguely hear the sound of waterfalls, streams, snow and jade flowing through the clouds.
Even though this is her second visit, she is still fascinated by the scenery here.
The middle-aged man smiled at the woman and said, "Mr. Bai, this time it must be OK. The old Taoist priest has just passed away, leaving only one adopted child. And the boy has just graduated from college and has no relatives. Now it is time for lack of work and money."
The woman who was called President Bai said quietly, "It's better to be like this. My patience is also limited. After all, there are several places with similar conditions to your Jiufenggang Village. If Jiufenggang Village was not the nearest to the expressway, hehe, it would not be like this today."
The middle-aged man's name is Zhao Guishan.
He is the deputy head of the township government of Jiufenggang Village.
Two months ago, he was the head of Jiufenggang Village.
Therefore, he is no stranger to this Taoist temple hidden in the bamboo sea.
President Bai intends to build a tourist resort in the bamboo sea near Jiufenggang Village, and the village attaches great importance to this project.
The location of Qingquan Temple is unique.
The terrain is gentle, close to mountains and water, which is definitely a treasure land of geomancy.
The first time she came here, she fell in love with her.
But the only obstacle is the dilapidated Taoist temple.
When Zhao Guishan was a village official, he went to the old Taoist priest several times to ask him to obey the overall situation and replace the Taoist temple to other places.
President Bai also promised that he would definitely build a Taoist temple larger than Qingquan Temple to compensate the Taoist priest.
But the Taoist priest refused to agree.
It's not about money. The ancestral land can't be lost.
Anyway, as long as he is alive, this matter will not be discussed.
Unexpectedly, the prophecy came true.
When Zhao Guishan heard that the old Taoist priest died of illness, he immediately contacted President Bai Qingzhu.
It happened that she was working nearby these days and soon came here.
At this time, the SUV finally passed the most bumpy road, crossed the Bamboo Sea and came to an open land.
Not far away is the Taoist Temple.
"Squeak!"
The car stopped slowly.
Zhao Guishan quickly jumped out of the car and was about to open the door for Bai Qingzhu.
But he was shocked to find that the Taoist temple in front of him seemed to be different from what he remembered.
Is he dazzled?
In his impression, the old Taoist temple was already dilapidated.
Most of the walls have collapsed. The statues in Sanqing Hall have lost their heads, and even the courtyard is full of weeds and trees.
If it were not for the glorious history of the Taoist priest who helped fight bandits in the war years, people would have wanted to use other brains.
Not to mention that Zhao Guishan was stunned on the spot.
Even Bai Qingzhu, who had just jumped out of the car, frowned slightly, as if wondering if something was wrong with his memory.
The exterior wall of the Taoist temple hidden in the bamboo forest is made of dark yellow stone bricks, with green tiles on the roof and several thick wood supporting the eaves.
Old but not shabby.
Like a cultural relic, it has a long history but is still well preserved.
Just looking from a distance, you can feel the mottled marks on the wall and the traces left by years on each tile.
The gate of the Taoist Temple is half open and half closed, dark and deep.
A faint smell of sandalwood wafts out from the crack of the door, interwoven with the fresh air in the mountains. Occasionally, a few bird songs come from the forest, adding a sense of tranquility.
Around the Taoist Temple, there are many bamboos and trees.
The sun shines on the Taoist temple through the gaps in the leaves, forming mottled light and shadow. Everything seems so harmonious and mysterious, as if time is still here.
Bai Qingzhu asked, "Are you investing to repair the Taoist Temple?"
Zhao Guishan shook his head repeatedly, "No, no, no. I know too well how our village can invest money in places with the intention of demolition. President Bai, don't worry. Whatever happened to this Taoist temple, the old Taoist has already died. This time it must be OK."
Bai Qingzhu nodded slightly, and did not speak again.
Zhao Guishan went to the gate of the Taoist Temple, but for a moment he dared not go in. He just stood at the gate and shouted, "Suchen! Suchen!"
After two shouts, no one answered.
Then he said to Bai Qingzhu, "Why don't we go first?"
"All right."
Zhao Guishan hurried to the front to lead the way.
Two people and the driver entered the Taoist Temple.
When they passed the Sanqing Hall, they did not enter.
Bai Qingzhu just glanced at it.
In the setting sun, the three statues on the upper half of the body were shaded, and the smooth and shiny paint on the lower half of the body reflected the light golden light.
"Big nephew! Big nephew?"
Zhao Guishan shouted loudly, sweeping away the quiet and profound atmosphere in the Taoist Temple.
The three men walked through the vestibule to the backyard.
I saw a young man in green grey trousers and a vest wielding an axe to cut wood.
Probably heard Zhao Guishan's cry.
When the young man looked up, his eyes just collided with those of Bai Qingzhu.
Eh? This boy is not bad looking.
The eyebrows are like ink, the eyes are like stars, and the skin on the face is very smooth. Even if the cheeks are stained with a little black ash and sweat, they still look very clean.
Bai Qingzhu's first impression is that he is not like a child growing up in the countryside.
"Big nephew, you haven't left yet! I thought you were eager to return and would go back to the provincial capital to show your strength." Zhao Guishan smiled.
"Uncle Zhao." The young man dropped his axe and said with a smile, "Shifu has just left. It's also my duty to stay."
"Yes, yes, or you are filial. Your Shifu can also smile when he receives a closed door disciple like you."
Zhao Guishan then said, "Come on, Suchen, let me introduce you to the distinguished guest of our village, President Bai from Suzhou."
Suchen nodded at Bai Qingzhu calmly and said, "Hello, Mr. Bai."
Bai Qingzhu was a bit surprised.
With her experience in business in recent years, few men can still have such clear eyes when they first see her, as if she is just a plain clay tile statue in his eyes, rather than a beautiful and charming woman.
