I didn't intend to be a Fairy

"Sir, I heard rumors that this foggy ghost on this road is not easy to deal with!" The businessman surnamed Li was terrified, "It has been making trouble here for more than a few months. The Nanhua County Government invited the masters from the temple to come here before, but they couldn't get rid of it. The matter is done, the mountain fog has formed after the heavy rain, and it happens to be convenient for the fog ghost..."

"Yeah, and it's dark and the road is slippery..."

"Why don't you, sir, wait until after dawn tomorrow, and then look for it on a sunny day?"

"If you go, Mr. Chen is willing to go with you!"

Everyone said something to each other, most of them wanted to persuade Song You not to go.

There is a hint of concern in it, and I am afraid that there is also the idea of ​​not wanting Song You to leave easily, but even the latter is human nature. It's just that there were too many words, Song You didn't know which one to answer for a while, stared at the fire for a few seconds, and decided not to reply one by one, only said to the bodyguard surnamed Chen:

"The escort should stay here."

This can be regarded as an attitude.

This bodyguard with the surname Chen is a particular person, with reputation and courage, such a person is worthy of respect no matter what his skills are.

But after saying this, Song You didn't want to say any more.

Not long after, the drizzle stopped.

Song You stood up directly, took a piece of firewood from the fire, and walked into the fog alone under the watchful eyes of the merchant escorts.

At this time, the night is lonely, the cold rain has just stopped, the figure flickers in the fog, the cold wind is howling, even the weeds are vigilant, and the only one who moves forward without fear is that figure.

Everyone was admiring and worrying at the same time, but they had no other choice, so they could only huddle beside the fire, staring worriedly at the depths of the dense fog, not knowing whether they were looking forward to the return of the little gentleman or afraid that another fog ghost would appear in the fog .

Not long after, the flames burst out in the fog.

Immediately there was a ghostly howl, like a mournful cry, or a fierce howl, which made people's scalps tingle.

"hiss!"

The merchants had goose bumps on their arms, and the hairs on the bumps stood up one by one, and they were a little more worried about the little gentleman in their hearts.

However, no one dared to investigate.

The only bodyguard surnamed Chen who has the guts is not easy to leave the crowd and get into the fog.

Soon, the sound stopped abruptly.

After an unknown amount of time, there was movement nearby again.

Everyone stretched their necks, staring at the fog without blinking, their hearts raised in their throats.

I saw that the fog in front of me was so dense that it could not be melted away, like the morning in the mountains in winter, when a sudden mountain wind blows, the mountain fog flows with it, and under the light of the fire, it seems that those tiny particles can be seen, in this hazy dreamlike environment In the scene, a figure walked out of the fog gradually with gentle steps.

That man was young and handsome, wearing a simple Taoist robe, his expression was as calm as ever, as if he had only done an insignificant thing just now.

It was not until he entered the pavilion and sat down again in front of the fire that he said another sentence:

"The night is still long, everyone rest early."

Everyone looked at each other, the businessman surnamed Li took the lead, and the rest stood up one after another, bowing deeply in unison.

The flame crackled, and the little gentleman had closed his eyes.

All the merchants couldn't sleep for a while, they looked at each other, and recalled the scene just now in their minds - Mr. Xiao turned back in the thick fog, and his figure gradually changed from blurred to clear, as if carrying hope. I can't forget this picture.

...

Whether this night is long or not, whether it is short or not.

The mountain wind was engulfed in fog, and the chill was disturbing. I woke up several times throughout the night. I obviously didn't sleep well, but I still couldn't fall asleep. Song You woke up just after dawn, and the rest of the merchants counted as one, but they didn't sleep well, and there were many who couldn't sleep all night.

In the morning, the dew is heavy, the air is humid, and you can smell the smell of soil and vegetation, which is as suitable for cultivation as dusk.

Although Song You woke up, he continued to sit cross-legged with his eyes closed.

You can hear the voices around you.

The dew bent the waist of the weeds, and then slid down and dripped along the arc of the bend, hitting the bluestone slabs and breaking them. There are squirrels on the ancient cypresses, and there are birds in the woods that get up early.

The bodyguard master surnamed Chen whispered to the businessman surnamed Li that his younger brother is a good dart runner, with high skill and dare to fight and kill. Merchants don't care.

I also heard the merchant surnamed Li whispering with other merchants, discussing how to raise money to thank Song You, but they were entangled in how much should be paid, wanting to be generous and caressing.

Mud, flowers, grass and dew, the world and people's hearts, are all practice.

When they opened their eyes again, the merchants had already lit the fire again, boiled water in a small pot, and respectfully brought a bowl to Song You.

Song You didn't refuse either.

He used to go down the mountain in the Taoist temple to solve problems for nearby villagers, and the villagers were so respectful, and he understood a truth many years ago——

Sometimes it is actually a kind of generosity to accept the kindness of others, let alone thank you.

"call……"

It's cold in the morning in the mountains. When you blow into the bowl, a layer of white mist immediately spreads along the edge of the bowl. The biscuits were so dry that they were about to be poured with water. It would be nice to have a bowl of hot water after a night in the mountains.

One sip, it warms from the throat to the heart.

The businessmen were talkative, and they had a few conversations during breakfast, and Song You also got to know them better.

I knew before that they were tea merchants in Yizhou, and I also knew that Yizhou was an important node in the tea-horse trade. Now I know from them that although the imperial government’s guide price for tea purchases in various places has not changed in recent years, it is specific to the place. Year after year the price is getting lower, so many tea merchants are forced to do nothing. Some choose to transport tea to Yidu and then sell it to the Tea Masi, while others take the risk and sell it to merchants who specialize in tea harvesting for the western countries. .

As for which category they were, they didn't say, and Song You didn't ask.

This group of merchants also wanted to invite Song You to go to Yidu with them, probably because they wanted to repay the kindness of saving their lives last night. But Song Xinglu has always been freewheeling. He can stop wherever he wants, and leave whenever he wants. If he insists on walking in a team with them, it will be a drag on them as well as himself, so it is very straightforward. Rejected, just let them be careful all the way, don't spend the night in the barren mountains and mountains again.

After drinking water and eating dry food, it is time to part.

What's interesting is that after eating, the bodyguard surnamed Chen took his junior brother to the forest to find some firewood that wasn't so wet, cut it into pieces and put them in the corner of the pavilion, which made up for the amount burned last night, maybe let it dry In two days, it was done.

Song You watched from the side, thoughtful.

Then the businessman surnamed Li took out another small purse and handed it to him respectfully, saying it was a gift of thanks.

It is not so much respect as it is exquisite.

Demons and ghosts are not uncommon in this world, and there are many folks who hunt and exorcise ghosts. Some temples also undertake this kind of business. It is not a rare industry, so paying money has become a very normal thing.

Those who are frank don't stick to trifles.

Seeing Song You take the money bag and put it in his arms, the businessman surnamed Li and everyone behind him breathed a sigh of relief.

"Our Wushan tea merchants have a shop in Yi, which is in Xicheng, just ask about Wushan tea shop. Sir, if you need a place in Yidu, whether you want to find a guide or do something, please feel free to look for it us."

"Go slowly."

Song You's tone was soft and cold.

"Don't go, sir."

"Sir, don't..."

The merchants loaded their goods and left in a hurry.

I lost some distance yesterday, and I have to make up for it today.

For a while, only Song You was left in the pavilion.

Only then did the sun come out, illuminating the blue of the sky all at once, and the light slanted from under the clouds, as if it had a shape, strand by strand, at first there was no warmth on the face, but soon it became warm up.

Seems to be good weather again.

"Yidu..."

Song You looked up at the sky, muttered something in a low voice, put his bags on his back, and continued to set off.

Don't worry about thousands of miles, there will be wind coming.

I saw the ancient cypress trees on the road as if washed in water, with water droplets hanging on the branches, crystal clear, dripping down from time to time. There is still morning fog this morning, and from a distance, clusters are quietly accumulated in the valleys, but from a close perspective, the green cloud corridor is blurred, making the ancient road invisible at a glance, and gradually dissipate in the morning light.

This section of the road will no longer be haunted by fog ghosts.