Talk about the world of mortals in detail

By the time Yi Shuyuan came out of the City God's Temple, it was already more than an hour later.

When he arrived, two Japanese envoys were waiting at the entrance of the temple, and when he left, the city god of Yuanjiang County Xiang Changqing personally escorted him out. The two of them chatted as they walked until they reached the entrance of the temple.

"Okay, there's no need to give it away, Mr. Xiang. I'd like to thank everyone in Yuanjiang County for clarifying Yi's doubts and making suggestions for Yi today. Yi Shuyuan is grateful!"

Yi Shuyuan thanked him sincerely and saluted Xiang Changqing. The latter did not dare to neglect and returned the salute immediately.

"Mr. Yi, you're welcome. If anything happens, you can come here to see me at any time!"

"Definitely! Then I will say goodbye today!"

After saying this, Yi Shuyuan put away his hand and gradually walked away as the old city god watched Chang Qing off.

Watching Yi Shuyuan's back disappear into the street, Xiang Changqing frowned slightly and then slowly relaxed, this person is really a mystery.

In the end, Xiang Changqing didn't even ask why Yi Shuyuan came to the Yi family to become such a Yi Shuyuan. Maybe there was a deeper meaning. It was better not to mention it rashly without the other party telling him.

With this in mind, Xiang Changqing glanced at Kuonan Mountain, and after thinking about it, he decided to meet Huang Hongchuan in the evening. After deciding on the matter, he turned around and walked back to the temple. However, before stepping into the temple gate, he still raised his head. He glanced at Zuibin Building.

It was getting late now, the streets outside the Chenghuang Temple were already very lively, and there were more and more pilgrims inside the temple.

In the private room of Zui Bin Building, last night's food and wine had already been removed, and the hungover friend had been asked to be carried to the inn, but there was some light porridge on the table because Chu Hang was still here.

Chu Hang waited for more than an hour, and his patience was almost worn out. He actually saw Yi Shuyuan coming out of the temple. After seeing Yi Shuyuan saying goodbye to an old man, he was subconsciously attracted to the old man and guessed Who is the other party?

Unexpectedly, the old man suddenly raised his head and looked here. Chu Hang was so frightened that he squatted down from the window with a guilty conscience. When he raised his head again, the man was already gone.

After much hesitation, Chu Hang paid the bill, went to the Chenghuang Temple again, bought three more sticks of incense, and entered the temple with other pilgrims. This time he was paying attention to the other pilgrims, but also had some speculation in his mind. In this case, he frequently looked at the statues in each temple.

Finally, Chu Hang came to the City God's Hall. When he entered the hall, he subconsciously raised his head to look at the City God's statue. He felt as if he was being charged with electricity, and a numbness shot from his heels to the top of his head.

Of course, Chu Hang couldn't see the old man's appearance clearly, but his dress and deportment were similar to the statue of the City God, even though he didn't wear the conspicuous gauze-winged crown.

Chu Hang swallowed, and sincerely bowed to the statue of the City God again and again, then put incense and left immediately. This incident had a great psychological impact on him.

That Mr. Yi is definitely not as simple as being able to see ghosts and gods!

At the same time, Chu Hang felt a sense of excitement again. This time he finally met an expert with real skills, right?

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At a roadside wonton stall, Yi Shuyuan was eating wonton soup and steamed buns. He also watched Chu Hang passing by the roadside. Seeing how he tiptoed to look ahead from time to time, he probably thought that he, Yi, was in that direction.

Yi Shuyuan smiled casually and had no intention of stopping Chu Hang. Wu Minggao judged this guy as a problem child.

After swallowing the steamed bun in his mouth and taking a sip of wonton soup, Yi Shuyuan looked at the clear soup without a single wonton in the bowl and fell into deep thought. The heat was rising like smoke, and vaguely, the reflection on the soup surface seemed to change with his thoughts. , becomes hazy and confusing.

"Huh~"

Yi Shuyuan blew the hot air, causing ripples in the clear soup. Then he brought it to his mouth and drank the wonton soup, savoring the taste.

"Staff, can I add a little salt to this soup?"

The man setting up the stall glanced at Yi Shuyuan and pretended not to hear. Yi Shuyuan didn't take it seriously and said nothing more. After finishing the steamed buns and soup, he left the money and left.

The stall owner went to collect the penny on the table while still muttering.

"Everyone has it. They want a steamed bun and a bowl of soup, but the soup is too bland."

Yi Shuyuan in the front just pretended that he didn't hear anything and walked quickly towards the county government office. As he walked, he suddenly smiled again. Was it because he had become thicker-skinned or because his mentality was different after entering the immortal world? , maybe a little bit of both!

Perhaps it was because although the baby's matter was troublesome, it was at least clear. Yi Shuyuan was obviously in a good mood and had a faint smile on his face when he went back.

While walking on the street, a shout attracted Yi Shuyuan's attention.

"We are selling fans, we are selling fans, round fans, folding fans, and palmetto fans. It will be hot after a while, so everyone who passes by comes to take a look~~~"

fan?

Yi Shuyuan's heart moved and he walked towards the street vendor over there. When he saw someone coming, the vendor greeted him warmly.

"Hey, sir, let's take a look at the fan. There is a good folding fan here. Look at this one. It has red rosewood as the bones and special rice paper as the fan surface. It has famous calligraphy and paintings on it. It is definitely the first choice for literati!"

Yi Shuyuan picked up the fan, smelled it, and slowly unfolded it. The fan was quite decent, but the so-called famous calligraphy and painting was obviously an exaggeration. It can only be said that the writing was neat and the painting was decent.

"Well, look at this one again. It has strong bamboo as bone and lacquered paper as the surface. It's thick and elegant!"

The vendors were very lively and eloquent.

Yi Shuyuan picked up the fan and turned it around in his hands, then unfolded the fan. A bit of black paper fell from the dark fan surface, and the black surface of the fan was also mottled with white.

The vendor quickly took out a fan without paper.

"This one is made of overlapping fragrant wood. It is exquisitely made and leaves a fragrance after the wind. You can use it yourself or give it to the talented woman you like! Oh yes, if you want to give it to a beautiful woman, you can also take a look at the round fan here!"

This fan has no paper surface and is made of thin pieces of wood. It is also very small, but the aroma is more like the smell of powder.

"This young master, which one do you like?"

Yi Shuyuan put down the small folding fan in his hand and shook his head. He thought these fans were good, but they were almost boring.

“I haven’t seen anyone I want to buy yet.”

"Here, sir, what kind of fan do you want? I can help you find it next time!"

Yi Shuyuan closed his eyes slightly and flashed with light. As he thought, he vaguely sketched the shadow of a fan in his mind, but he couldn't describe it and could only shake his head again.

“I can’t tell”

"this"

The vendor was speechless. He wasted so much time. If he hadn't seen the man in front of him who was plainly dressed but had an extraordinary bearing, he would definitely not have a good look on him.

Yi Shuyuan also knew that he was wasting other people's time, so he picked up the fan at the beginning and said.

"How much does this one cost?"

The stall owner immediately smiled.

"Your guest has good taste. I think your guest is also a refined scholar who knows how to use fans. This red rosewood fan only costs 200 yuan."

Before the stall owner finished speaking, Yi Shuyuan had already put down his fan.

"I still think the weather is still cold, so I shouldn't use a fan. I'm sorry!"

Yi Shuyuan apologized and turned around to leave. Are you kidding me? Ten coins and twenty coins can barely support me. Two hundred coins is not enough. It's not satisfactory in the first place.

As soon as he left, the smile of the fan seller froze on his face. It didn't have to be two hundred coins, he could bargain...

The sky was getting dark, the sunset was hanging thin, and Huang Hongchuan had an unexpected guest outside the mountain temple in Kuonan Mountain, so that he appeared immediately and walked out of the mountain temple quickly.

"Xiang Chenghuang?"

The figure outside the temple turned out to be the City God of Yuanjiang County. Strictly speaking, less than half of Kuonan Mountain is within the territory of Yuanjiang County. However, these two earthly gods are responsible for their own affairs. Even the ghosts, gods and mountain monsters under their command cannot be seen once in a hundred years, let alone Needless to say, I paid a visit in person.

At this moment, the city god was bowing his hands to Huang Hongchuan, and he was also looking at the damaged mountain temple. Not only was there a big hole in the roof, but even the statue was split into half and was scorched black. This mountain god didn't take his priesthood seriously.

"Huang Gong! Your mountain temple seems to be in trouble?"

Huang Hongchuan also sighed after hearing Cheng Huang's somewhat teasing words.

"Hey, it's a long story, please come in quickly!"

After Huang Hongchuan returned the gift, he asked Chang Qing to go in. His mountain temple did not have the style of the City God's Temple, and now it was completely like a broken temple. However, the two of them obviously didn't really care about this, so they entered the temple and asked Chang Qing. Then he spoke.

"Mr. Huang, does he know why I'm here?"

Huang Hongchuan probably guessed the reason at this time.

"Mr. Yi must have been to Xiang Chenghuang's place, right?"

The old city god nodded.

"Yes, Mr. Yi discussed with me the matter of the mountain stone reincarnation, but that is not what I want to say. May I ask Mr. Huang if he knows the origin of this immortal master?"

Huang Hongchuan smiled.

"An expert is indeed an expert, but after all, how could Lord Cheng Huang not know that the tombs of Mr. Yi's parents are still on the mountain, and they belong to the Yi family in Xihe Village."

"Hey!"

Huang Hongchuan frowned.

"Why is Xiang Chenghuang laughing?"

The old city god smiled and shook his head.

"I also know that you know Mr. Yi's origin. It's hard to imagine or understand."

"how do I say this?"

Huang Hongchuan asked immediately, while the old city god looked at the mountain scenery outside the temple.

"There is no mortal like Yi Shuyuan in Xihe Village. He doesn't even exist in the book of life and death!"

Huang Hongchuan's eyes widened for a moment, his face full of disbelief, but when he recalled what Yi Shuyuan said, it didn't look fake at all, and his thoughts were confused for a moment.

"But he doesn't even know some of the basics of immortality."

The old city god looked at Huang Hongchuan.

"I really don't know? That Mr. Yi was meditating in the Yuanjiang County Government Library, which inspired the aura of the heaven and earth in Yuanjiang County, the sun and the moon. If I hadn't known that he was there, I would have thought that a big demon had come from somewhere!"

"Mr. Yi has shown himself to be extraordinary since he entered Taoism. Perhaps he has some miraculous qualities. When talking to him, one can feel his sincerity."

Huang Hongchuan came back to his senses with some hindsight and looked at Xiang Changqing, who also had a serious face.

"And Mr. Huang dares to say that Mr. Yi's heart is naturally free and he must be cultivating correctly!"

"It's natural!"

After meeting Yi Shuyuan, of course I can feel something from his state and conversation. I can't be wrong about Zhengxiu. It's just that the City God was originally here to seek answers. Unexpectedly, the doubts became even greater. The two discussed for a long time and also talked about it. Things like the memories of people and ghosts in Xihe Village.

At this moment, Huang Hongchuan suddenly thought of a possibility, his heart jumped suddenly, and an electric feeling made him tremble slightly. He looked at Cheng Huang who was frowning and thinking.

"Xiang Chenghuang, tell me, is there a possibility that Mr. Yi is the son of Yi Sheng and the brother of Yi Baokang. He is originally from Xihe Village."

"It's absolutely impossible. I can be wrong, but the book of life and death can still be wrong."

The Cheng Huang's words stopped abruptly. He seemed to understand what the Mountain God was saying. He looked at the incomprehensible expression on Huang Hongchuan's face, and the latter nodded slightly.

"If, if the book of life and death cannot bear it."

"Yi Shuyuan once said that he aspired to be free in the world of mortals. He also said that madness is like a dream or an illusion, and the before and after of a dream is like a lifetime. When he seeks to enter the Tao, heaven comes to stop him, and maybe he is already in the immortal Tao."

Huang Hongchuan recalled all his contacts with Yi Shuyuan and murmured these things.

"Is it the world of games? Or is it forgotten in a dream, or..."

The old city god was also thinking about it at this moment.

The two gods were silent for a long time at this moment.

"Hey, don't think too much about it! Go look at the rocks and see if they have any hope with the eyes of the God of the Netherworld."

Huang Hongchuan said with some sadness, no matter how much they thought about it, there was no result.

The city god nodded and followed the mountain god to the stream with some excited and complicated thoughts.

When the two gods finally arrived at the stream and watched the trickling water falling on the rocks, Xiang Chenghuang finally sighed after looking at it for a long time.

"This ink shape does not fade and its color does not disappear. It cannot be retained unless it has a vast charm. We cannot measure it!"

The city god was talking about the ink on the stone, not the vitality of the doll, because there is no need to say more. In such a short time, the stone watered by the spring actually sprouted a little bit of ink in the rhyme. An almost invisible aura.

Huang Hongchuan smiled, not as confused as before.

"Isn't it a good thing that there is such a mysterious and unpredictable righteous master in the world?"

Xiang Changqing was stunned and looked at Huang Hongchuan.

"Huang Gong's words wake up the dreamer. Indeed, the prosperity of the righteous path is the blessing of the common people. Why bother to make people unhappy by asking for the bottom of it!"