Talk about the world of mortals in detail

In the evening, Chu Hang and his two friends who had returned to Yuanjiang County met again at Tongxinlou. The three of them ordered a table of dishes, and while they drank and chatted, they naturally talked about the things that happened during the day.

"So that Confucian scholar is not a monster, but a human being?"

Zhang Yutong said this, and Chu Hang nodded while picking up the vegetables. In order to prevent his two friends from looking down on a civil servant, he even used the case he had just heard about to seduce others.

"We can drink wine slowly. There is an anecdote that you two would like to hear?"

"What anecdote?"

"Hey, the Yuanjiang County government is interrogating the ghosts at night to avenge them! Hey, let's not think too much. This matter is not false. It happened a while ago. Everyone in Yuanjiang County knows it! Hey, the waiter over there, before Do you remember the time when the county government redressed the grievances of ghosts?"

Chu Hang said the first half to the two people at the same table, and the second half to the waiter who was serving food at another table. The latter looked back and said.

"How can we forget that! I have never encountered anything like this in my life, and that damn evil businessman is still in jail! Everyone said they want to go see it on the day of execution!"

After hearing what the waiter said, Lu Min and Zhang Yu looked at each other, then looked at Chu Hang.

"Hurry up and tell me!" "Yes, yes, don't show off!"

As Chu Hang narrated, the two of them were gradually attracted by the strangeness of the case, and they even realized that Mr. Yi was no longer a simple civil servant.

Lu Min and Zhang Yutong felt a little excited when they heard this and couldn't help but say.

"Then why don't you invite Mr. Yi to come and have a talk? We can meet each other by chance in the mountains!"

"Yes! Why not invite Mr. Yi?"

Chu Hang shook his head sadly.

"My uncle said that he is not an ordinary person. Writing the county annals in the county government is just a matter of pleasure. His calligraphy skills are worthy of everyone's. Our pursuit of pleasure is just a piece of cake for him. Tell me not to disturb him. If I make this person unhappy and stop editing books, he will take advantage of me!"

"Brother Chu, you" "I'm so miserable in your uncle's eyes"

"Why"

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Yi Shuyuan didn't know that someone was talking about him behind his back. It was already nighttime, and he was sitting in front of the desk in the library, writing down what happened during the day. This was not a diary written by an "irregular person", but a pure record of mysteries. Interesting fact, while he was writing, he also realized a new problem and couldn't help but sigh.

"Hey, when I go out on my own in the future, paper will be a big problem."

Yi Shuyuan felt that he would definitely meet many people and things in the future, and he would want to record all kinds of wonderful stories. In the future, there will be more and more paper books, and he may have to drag a big box, which is really inconvenient.

As he thought about it, Yi Shuyuan felt that he was thinking a little too much, but he couldn't stop thinking. On the paper at the moment, he happened to write about the disappearance of the tea shed after waking up, and he couldn't help but feel a slight movement in his heart.

Maybe in the future, he will encounter something mysterious and magical, which can solve his worries. Thinking of this, Yi Shuyuan looked at the rock that served as an inkstone.

Yi Shuyuan gradually became sleepy. He dozed off in a daze. When he woke up, it was already dawn. He raised his head and looked at the bright sky outside. He couldn't help but rub his arms and put on the clothes on his body. Dress well.

"No wonder you sleep so cold."

Yi Shuyuan looked at the table, put away what he wrote last night, stood up and stamped his feet to stretch his muscles, preparing to ask Wu Minggao for a leave. Since he agreed to return the stone yesterday, he would not postpone it until the next time he takes a bath. .

Naturally, Wu Minggao would not refuse this little bit of face. After Yi Shuyuan said hello, he went directly to the street outside to buy some food and hurried to the mountains.

This time Yi Shuyuan had a clear goal, so he didn't go in the direction of the mountain temple. He only took a second look at the ancient pine trees when he passed by.

With the help of God and good foot strength, Yi Shuyuan had already arrived at the mountain stream before noon.

Yi Shuyuan first drank some mountain spring water in this place where the trickling stream was tinkling. Spring water was still dripping from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were already wandering up and down the stream. He didn't find the little strange fish, but there were some crabs moving around.

"Forget it, let me return the house to you first. Well, I remember it is this place!"

Yi Shuyuan looked around and came to the drop of a stream. He put down the oil-paper umbrella and the baggage, dug out the yellow stone that he had used as an inkstone for a while, and placed it where the stream fell.

The stone is still roughly the same as before, but there is always a circle of ink in the center of the dent that cannot be washed away.

When the stone was placed by Yi Shuyuan, a clear spring suddenly hit the depression of the stone inkstone, stirring up circles of water splashes, and even layers of ink halo. When the sun shone, a shallow rainbow faded and faded. now.

Yi Shuyuan stared at it for a while, and then stood up on his knees. Thinking back to the old man's words under the ancient pine tree, he smiled and shouted towards the stream.

"Baby~ I'll put your precious house back to its original place for you!"

Yi Shuyuan waited expectantly for a long time, but there was no response.

There were no special small fish emerging from the stream. Yi Shuyuan felt bored. After standing for a while, he picked up his umbrella and baggage and walked towards Shannangang.

After Yi Shuyuan left for a while, a light yellow loach-like fish quietly emerged from under the dead branches and leaves somewhere in the stream. It popped out of the stream and spit out two bubbles. When he saw the rainbow, , the tail flicked, bringing up a piece of mud and rushed over.

Under the yellow stones, the splashing stream water was ink-colored, and the little loach seemed particularly comfortable breathing and breathing.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound from the waterside.

"Drawing ink on the spiritual platform, wisdom brings God's will, good fortune, you are so lucky, baby!"

A man who looked like a woodcutter with a weathered face was standing there looking at the yellow stones in the stream and the small fish in the water. The latter retracted into the stones, while the woodcutter looked towards the direction of Shannangang. It seemed to the scholar It’s extraordinary, I’m afraid he is a man of great wisdom!

On the other side, Yi Shuyuan is approaching Shannangang. He hasn't been here for a while. Let's stop by his parents' tombs today.

But when Yi Shuyuan set foot on Shannan Hill, he found that someone was already here. The woodcutter who was by the water just now was sitting on a bundle of firewood waiting for him.

Yi Shuyuan felt happy and walked over quickly to salute.

"Yesterday I was thinking about when I would see you again, but today I get to see you, Yi Shuyuan is so polite!"

The woodcutter nodded slightly and stood up. Only then did Yi Shuyuan realize that there was a bamboo tube at his feet. It was the same bamboo tube he placed at the mountain temple yesterday to hold wine.

Yi Shuyuan's joy was beyond words, and he thought that compared to those believers who prayed to gods and worshiped Buddha, he could still talk to the mountain god face to face.

The woodcutter said slowly while looking in the direction of the mountain stream, moving his muscles and bones.

"You must already know that the yellow stone is a treasure, right?"

How could Yi Shuyuan not know this? When he came close, his words were very candid.

"I do know it. Yesterday, the old man in the tea shed told Yi anecdotes. Because he knew it, he returned it to its original place today. If it were just an ordinary mountain stone, I would use it directly."

The woodcutter smiled again and sat down.

"You not only talk about it, but you actually do it. It is really rare for a mortal to have such a big heart, but what if I tell you that doing so may not be a good thing?"

Yi Shuyuan frowned and looked at the woodcutter with a puzzled expression.

"Why? Is that doll still holding a grudge against me?"

"No, as the baby's intelligence improves, he will understand that you have great kindness to him in the future."

The mountain god looked towards the mountain stream and continued to speak.

"As the saying goes, if you are a water-tribe spirit, anyone who is determined will want to transform into a dragon. Although the doll's Taoism is shallow, but spiritual intelligence brings wisdom, after all, the chance will be greater."

"Is it true that after cultivating monsters, they will harm people?"

Yi Shuyuan walked closer and looked at the scene in the mountains, waiting for the woodcutter to say what he wanted to say.

"Of course not. There are many monsters in the world, and they can do harm to people. However, in this corner of Kuonan Mountain, I am quite aware of them. There are very few such evil spirits."

In other words, does it actually exist here? Of course, Yi Shuyuan kept these words in his heart, so he was not so ignorant to ask them now, and the woodcutter continued.

"Practice for five hundred years to transform into a dragon, then practice hard for another five hundred years to become a dragon, then you can realize the dream of transforming into a dragon. Once you cross this hurdle, the world will be vast!"

Yi Shuyuan's interest increased greatly and he couldn't help blurting out.

"Are these five hundred years exactly five hundred years, or can there be some discrepancies?"

The woodcutter was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect Yi Shuyuan to ask such a question, and answered with a bit of laughter.

"This naturally refers to the Taoist conduct. If it is true that one can turn into a dragon in five hundred years, the way of heaven would be too kind! There are many disasters in it. If it cannot be overcome, it is lucky that the Taoist conduct will regress. If you are not careful, the body will die and the Taoist will disappear. .”

"Then there are also people with extraordinary talents who have achieved profound Taoism at a relatively young age?"

The woodcutter smiled.

"There are high and low trees, good and bad, just like someone who is called a child prodigy. His writing skills are far better than those of ordinary people with the help of gods. All things can also follow this way."

Yi Shuyuan secretly wrote it down while the woodcutter was still talking.

"When a baby turns into a dragon, the mountain streams are not enough. The water needs to be strong enough to rush into the rivers and swamps where there is plenty of water."

Yi Shuyuan's heart moved.

"Are you saying that there might be a flood when the baby goes down the mountain, causing disaster to the people nearby, and that I am responsible for what happened today?"

"It is true that he will bear some karma, but it is not when he goes down the mountain. If he can cultivate to that point, he will not be allowed to mess around in Kuonan Mountain. Besides, the E River is so close, there is no need to go to war, a mountain torrent can enter the river."

"But I can't control him at that time. Whether it's a blessing or a disaster, a virtue or a sin, it's hard to predict. You didn't just return the rocks, but you left wisdom on them. The relationship with you is not that big!"

This was a bit far-fetched, and Yi Shuyuan couldn't laugh or cry when he heard it.

"Sir, Lord Mountain God, let's talk about this matter at least a few hundred years later, right? I, Yi Shuyuan, am an ordinary person, how can He De live until then, and why should I worry about it? Why don't you go to the stream and get it back now? I can't do such a thing!"

Yi Shuyuan relaxed a lot now. While chatting with the woodcutter, he actually started to take out snacks from his bag, and he was talking while flipping through the cakes.

"Human beings are born ignorant, and so are all living beings. Good and evil may sometimes be separated by a single thought, but this thought comes from education. After all, a doll is just a doll. It does not yet know right and wrong, good and evil. If you learn evil, you will become evil, and if you learn good, you will become evil. good!"

After hearing this, the woodcutter finally stood up again. When Yi Shuyuan looked up, he saw the woodcutter standing in front of him with a smile and bowed to him.

"The God of Kuonan Mountain, Huang Hongchuan."

Yi Shuyuan was slightly surprised and then looked happy. He quickly put down the pastry, clapped his hands and returned the favor.

"The county official, Yi Shuyuan, Lord Shan Shen must know my details."

"Hey, just in time, I borrowed flowers to offer to the Buddha. I brought the wine you gave me. Do you mind having some lunch together?"

"Hahahaha, I wish I could have asked for it!"

The mountain god is extremely free and easy at the moment, and the relationship between Yi Shuyuanneng and Kuonan mountain god has taken a further step, so it is natural that he can't hide his excitement.