Chapter 509 [Qingyun’s Past]

The mountain behind the cross slope.

This large house in Qingyunmen is located on a small slope in front of the mountain.

This was built by Wu Daotao ten years ago. As for the source of the money... you can roughly guess it by thinking about what this guy was doing when he first met Chen Nuo.

However, this is not the real old house of Qingyunmen.

It's annoying to say it.

This new house was originally a ruined temple. There was no official registration. It was a wild temple in the countryside, and I don’t know how much money it cost to build it.

The origin is no longer known.

Later, it became a place for nearby villagers to worship - incense, of course it is not good.

Villagers are very practical. Among Chinese villages, the first priority is to worship ancestors, especially in the countryside, where clans have their own ancestral halls for worship.

This kind of wild temple just relies on people who have a headache or fever to burn yellow paper and make a wish or something.

This kind of wild temple has little incense, so it can barely survive by relying on the help of the villagers, but there is absolutely no money.

Even the mountain gate is in tatters, the golden body of Buddha is missing, and half of the clay statue of Buddha has collapsed.

The two tile-roofed houses were built decades ago by a wealthy man who returned to his hometown after making a fortune and donated money to do good deeds.

Decades later, they all became dilapidated houses.

There were two monks left in the temple before, one old and one young. The old one is an old monk who is known in the village, and the younger one was brought back by the old monk after he went away one day. He is said to be the child of a lay relative.

After he was in trouble and all the adults were gone, he was brought back for adoption - the women in the village gossiped that this was the old monk's bastard outside.

Naturally, there is no way to verify this legend.

Ten years ago, when Wu Daotao came back from outside and made money, he decided to rebuild the Qingyun Gate. He didn't know what method he used. He struggled with the monk in the wild temple for two months and finally persuaded the monk to let the wild monk go.

The temple gave way.

The land went through the procedures handled by the village committee and the hillside was taken over.

The old monk took the young monk and moved away directly - he didn't take anything with him when he moved away, except for two personal luggage, and he didn't know where he was going.

But later, someone in the village said that they had seen that young monk in the county town - he was no longer a monk, but he had set up a stall in the vegetable market and sold fruits.

The two shabby tile-roofed houses in Yemiao were bulldozed by Wu Daodao on the same day with his tractor.

Then there was a lot of construction work, and it took more than half a year to build a large yard.

The red brick walls, blue tile roof, and yellow sand and cement were all transported back from the town.

At that time, everyone in the village was curious, thinking that Wu Daotao was out running around in the world, and was afraid that he would make a fortune and come back to become a rich man and build a big house for himself.

Unexpectedly, after the courtyard was repaired, Wu Daotao hung a plaque with the name "Qingyun Gate" on the mountain gate, and then turned it into some sort of seminar. The villagers didn't know what a seminar was. They all said that it was Wu Daotao who was there.

A sect has been established here.

Only the old people in the village, when they saw the three big characters "Qingyun Gate", would look at it from afar with complicated expressions, and then leave chatteringly.

Later it spread in the village.

This Qingyun Gate is originally local and ancient.

But it was later burned down during the war before the founding of the People's Republic of China.

Originally, the ancestral home of this sect was located in a house on the back of the mountain.

After being burned in the flames of war, it was originally in ruins.

But later, when the villagers in the village were building houses, building pig pens, etc., they would go to the ruins in the back hill to pick up bricks.

Anyone who saw usable stones would drive over and haul them away.

So, you picked it up, and he picked it up, and slowly, even the broken walls disappeared.

I heard that the old elementary school house in the village and the strips of bluestone that laid the foundation were all picked up from the ruins.

No one knew that Qingyunmen, which had been out of service for decades in the village, would be rebuilt by Wu Daotao.

The young people in the village thought it was new at first - some people had read martial arts novels and thought they were just a trick. After a plaque was hung on the mountain gate, there were also young people in the village who were obsessed with reading martial arts novels and came to Qingyunmen to learn from them.

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Others imitated the passages in the book and knelt in front of the mountain gate, and then were dragged back home by their old man who used the soles of his shoes to give them a bruised nose and a swollen face.

Later, the people in the village looked down upon Wu Taotao and his family. The old people said that Wu Taotao was not doing his job properly. Even if the family had only two money, it would be ruined sooner or later.

Originally, the young people in the village thought Wu Daotao had some magical abilities and were very curious about Wu Daotao.

Later, one time, Wu Daotao was riding a donkey cart to the town for errands, but the donkey went crazy. Wu Daotao was kicked and injured by the donkey, and he limped for more than a month.

So the young people were disappointed.

How can any martial arts master be kicked back by a donkey?

Later, I discovered that Wu Daotao didn't have much ability, he couldn't fight, but he could tell people's fortunes and be good at feng shui.

So everyone regarded Qingyunmen as a family Feng Shui master.

Wu Taotao's wife was a famous female butcher from all over the country. She killed pigs without blinking an eye. She had a fierce reputation and was very strong. No one dared to offend her.

Moreover, this woman kills pigs for free! The most she can do is to kill the pigs and take them back to the water as a reward.

Gradually, he got along well with the villagers, and his relationship got better. Moreover, Wu Daotao was quite good at fortune-telling, and he became a famous semi-immortal. Occasionally, the villagers would move and build houses when there were weddings and funerals at home.

No matter what, they are willing to come to the young and old of Qingyunmen to come and have a look.

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Yunyin went up the cross slope and did not go to the mountain gate of Qingyun Gate. Instead, she went around the hillside and headed directly towards the back mountain.

There are many hilly areas in the south, and wild slopes like this can be seen everywhere. In this area, the mountains are connected to the mountains. Although they are not high, they look quite climatic because they are connected to the city.

If it's summer, the green mountains stretch for more than ten miles, which looks quite impressive.

Yunyin entered the mountain and walked very quickly. He only stopped occasionally to get his bearings and then walked along the mountain road towards the mountain.

After bypassing the woods, crossing the stream, and walking into a valley.

This valley was obviously once pristine, but it has become deserted and the loess has been covered by weeds.

A lush bush and thorns lay in front of you.

Yunyin stood outside the valley, but sighed softly, looked at the sky, squinted his eyes, and suddenly raised his hands under the starry sky, made a few strange gestures, and muttered a few words.

What……

Suddenly, there was a faint flow of green energy between her brows. In the field of vision, in this thorn forest, the shrubs slowly parted automatically, giving way to an already dilapidated stone road.

It's just that the stone slab is full of cracks.

Yunyin walked step by step, gravel rolling under her feet, but there was a hint of sadness in her eyes as she stared ahead.

After walking through the thorn forest and bypassing several big trees, a large antique mansion suddenly opened up before our eyes!

It's just that the mottled walls have long been covered with vines, and the color of the original red-painted door has long been blurred. Even the door panels and door beams have mostly collapsed due to years of rain.

Standing in front of the house, gently touching a horse stake on the roadside with his hand, Yun Yin lowered his eyebrows, but his eyes were fixed on the half of the bronze plaque that fell on the ground next to the collapsed door!

It has become rusty and almost rotten, but the original word "Qingyun" can still be faintly discerned.

"You...is this...your home?" She suddenly whispered.

Then, Yunyin's expression changed and she snorted coldly: "Shut up, it's none of your business."

After being silent for a while, she sighed and whispered: "You promise me not to hurt anyone, and I won't make trouble with you."

"Hmph..." Yunyin sneered: "When I find a way, you won't be able to hold me hostage anymore."

As she said that, she jumped in from outside the collapsed house door.

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Inside, there is a large continuous courtyard with three entrances and three exits.

Although it is dilapidated, many places have collapsed.

But it can be seen that when it was first built, it must have been magnificent.

When you first enter the courtyard, there are rows of wing rooms on both sides. In the courtyard open space in the middle, the bluestone slabs on the ground are arranged according to Bagua patterns.

Next to it are a weapons rack and a bronze tripod for practicing martial arts.

It is clearly a training ground.

The main hall of the main hall in front of me was already empty, and the pillars on both sides were covered with vines.

Yunyin strode over, picked up the vine on the pillar on the left and touched it, and then felt a carved mark.

Looking at this dilapidated courtyard, my mind seems to recall that in the past, a young girl was running around laughing and joking, then secretly stood in front of a pillar to mark her height, and then used a knife to carve marks.

I still remember the stern look of my father, who always had a serious look on his face, standing in front of me with his hands behind his back, teaching him how to recite the formula...

And then……
To be continued...