Talk about the world of mortals in detail

For Wang Xingfu, seeing the abbot of Gaochang Temple open the door was tantamount to seeing hope.

Perhaps due to the pain of kneeling for a long time, or perhaps more due to excitement, Wang Xingfu pleaded again with tears in his eyes and a slightly trembling voice.

"Master Jinguang, Mr. Wang is willing to donate ten thousand taels of silver and renovate the temple. Please save my son and my Wang family."

"Donor, please get up and speak! I promise you to go to Pingzhou and have a look!"

As soon as the old monk said these words, Wang Xingfu and the servants around him suddenly became excited.

"Thank you, Master, thank you, Master."

Several people knelt for too long and could no longer stand up. A monk immediately came over and helped several people stand up——

The early morning sunshine illuminated Pingzhou City, and many ferries on the Zhuoyang River also started ferrying. Yi Shuyuan also carried things into Pingzhou City on a pole.

Even though the examiner of Gongyuan is still temporarily staying in Pingzhou Yamen due to injuries, after all, the imperial examination has ended and Gongyuan has been quiet for the time being.

But even so, the area near Gongyuan is still the place with the strongest literary and artistic atmosphere in the entire Pingzhou City. Not only ordinary study utensils, but also various items related to music, chess, calligraphy and painting can be easily found here.

Yi Shuyuan arrived quite early. The doors of various shops on the street were either not open or had just opened, but his bookstall had already been set up in its usual place, spreading out books one by one.

"Meow~~"

Hui Mian lay lazily on the ground with no intention of helping. How could we, just a cat, help?

An interesting point is that there may be some exceptions for students in the academy, but most scholars generally wake up late. Maybe it is more common to stay up late to study, which coincides with the ordinary "scholars" in Yi Shuyuan's impression in his previous life. .

Of course, Yi Shuyuan does not set up a bookstall here to make money. There may be a lot of scholars who come to him to browse books, but not many people actually buy them. But even so, Hui Mian still said that making money is better than reading books. Because the books at the bookstall are indeed not cheap.

However, the situation has changed recently. As soon as Yi Shuyuan's stall was set up, several early-rising scholars came over.

There was no need for Yi Shuyuan to greet him. Anyway, this stall owner never solicited customers as much as other vendors.

Several scholars seemed to be looking for something and soon saw what Yi Shuyuan had just laid out.

"This is it!"

Someone shouted in surprise, and others also looked happy, and then they all looked at Yi Shuyuan.

"Sir, this is a manuscript. What's the price?"

Many scholars who still come to the bookstall frequently today have figured out a way to do it. The people who opened this bookstall are not ordinary vendors who want to make a living. When communicating with them, you need to be respectful, otherwise they will not bother to talk to you.

Yi Shuyuan glanced at it and nodded. As for the price, Zheng Yiming decided it himself.

"Two taels of silver!"

Hearing what the gentleman at the stall said, several scholars suddenly beamed with joy. The one who had just asked the question quickly took out a money bag from his arms and poured out all the broken silver in it.

Several people had collected the money two days ago, and it turned out to be twenty taels. After pouring out the money, they handed it to the gentleman behind the stall.

Yi Shuyuan reached out and took it. He didn't use the small scales that ordinary shops and vendors would prepare to weigh it. He just nodded and put the money into the box behind the stall.

"take it."

"Oh yes!" "Thank you sir!"

"Thank you sir!"

Several scholars held the books in their hands and saluted Yi Shuyuan, and then left happily. As they walked on the road, they couldn't wait to start passing the books around to each other.

The handwriting of this manuscript is neat, clear and has its own charm. The content may be missing some pictures, but the text is no less than the original, and the price is much cheaper.

It's just that Zheng Yiming works slowly and carefully when copying books. The time when the stall will have handwritten copies is not certain. In many cases, he has to take a chance.

This bookstall has even become a little secret among some scholars, including how to communicate with the stall owner, and the manuscripts that occasionally appear in the bookstall, etc. They will not tell others easily unless they are really good friends. .

A while after the previous group of people left, two more scholars came together. They first bowed to Yi Shuyuan who was drinking tea there, and after seeing his nod, they searched around the bookstall. No manuscripts were found.

Yi Shuyuan didn't say that someone had already arrived first, and just drank tea while reading. The scholar in front of the stall just browsed the books on the stall for a while and then left.

In fact, Yi Shuyuan never said that he was not allowed to stay in front of the stall and read all the time, but the scholars seemed to think that he, the stall owner, would not allow it. They always read for a while and then left, never reading more.

Later, Yi Shuyuan understood, because other literary stores and bookstores in the city were like this. People were never allowed to read too much. You could read a few pages, but if you wanted to read more, you had to pay for them.

But in Yi Shuyuan, these scholars don't dare to go too far for fear of offending the stall owner. Occasionally, many scholars will pool money together and spend huge sums of money to buy the only copy in their hearts. Well, in Pingzhou, Guizhou, it is said that It cannot be counted as a single copy.

When there are more people on the street, most of Yi Shuyuan's stalls are relatively deserted.

At the intersection a little further away, a servant of the Wang family came here with Wu Sunheng. The former stretched his neck and put his feet up to look at it for a while, and then pointed to a direction a little further away.

"Master Wu, look, it's over there."

"Okay, you can go back!"

"Yes, then I'll leave first!"

When the servants of the Wang family heard what the Master said, they hurried away without waiting for a response.

Wu Sunheng looked at the bookstall in the distance, then looked to his side.

"Master, look"

The sword cultivator raised his hand.

"Don't move, I'll go over and see for myself!"

As soon as the words fell, Jian Xiu had already walked into the street and strode towards the bookstall. The blindness was dispelled unknowingly, just like a normal person walking on the street.

Yi Shuyuan was still sitting behind the bookstall reading a book, only glancing at the street with the corner of his eyes.

"Oh, this has somehow disturbed me."

Yi Shuyuan murmured, and Hui Mian seemed to have noticed it. He opened his eyes and looked at the street. When he realized it was the sword fairy last night, he subconsciously ran away.

But before his body moved, Hui Mian reacted immediately.

Damn it, why should I run? If he ran away, wouldn't it mean that I was afraid of him? I won last night! And it’s right next to my husband, am I afraid of him?

Besides, he has already come here, and leaving is just a fool to himself!

Yi Shuyuan glanced at Hui Mian again. The cat that was just about to move fell down again and turned into a cat. This guy's competitiveness became a little bit stronger.

The sword cultivator had already walked close to the bookstall. When he actually arrived in front of the bookstall, the pupils in his eyes could not help but dilate slightly.

At the feet of the bookstall owner who was reading a book, a black and white cat was lying there.

There was no demonic aura at all, and it looked like an ordinary cat. Even the swordsman walked to the stall without noticing its aura.

But with just one glance, Jian Xiu understood in his heart that the monster lying there was definitely the monster from last night!

What a monster!

This is not to say that he smelled evil spirits or something, but an intuition he had in his heart after yesterday's fight.

To be honest, being stared at by the sword cultivator felt like being pointed at close range by an unsheathed sword. Hui Mian couldn't pretend to be okay anymore, so he opened his eyes and glanced at the other person.

"Meow~"

Well, the cassock that was damaged last night seems to be intact. I don’t know if it was replaced with another one, but the color is almost the same.

Hui Mian thought so, the cat raised its head and looked directly at the other person.

The general is defeated!

Neither side knows what the other is thinking, and they will be on guard, but they obviously won't take action right away.

Without relaxing, Jian Xiu also looked at the stall owner of the bookstall. He was dressed in simple clothes and well-groomed. His clear beard swaying slightly in the wind and the occasional turning of pages could not destroy the peaceful and leisurely feeling.

This is a mortal Confucian scholar, but he is obviously not an ordinary Confucian scholar. He must have a great education.

The sword cultivator had doubted whether the stall owner was evil, but the bookish and humanistic aura in him denied this.

Even if demons and ghosts can change, except for the transformation of the original body and the transformation, they are all illusions. Sometimes they are the simplest breath characteristics of the human body. They can never imitate them, at least there must be flaws and they cannot be natural.

"Stall owner, does this cat belong to you?"

Yi Shuyuan glanced at Hui Mian and smiled.

"That's right, but it will find food on its own. In fact, it's not really raised by me. It should be said that it keeps it company as a friend!"

"Meow~~~"

The cat meowed and rubbed its head against Yi Shuyuan's calf.

Compared to sword cultivator, Hui Mian is obviously more relaxed. Do you dare to touch me in front of my husband?

Jian Xiu sneered in his heart, if you saw the things it eats, it would scare you to death!

"Where is the stall owner from? How long have you been in Pingzhou? Isn't it easy to choose so many books to sell?"

Yi Shuyuan put down the book in his hand.

"I came from the north, probably from Pingzhou before Qiu Wei. As for this stall, selling books is secondary. Walking around and writing down what I see and hear is my hobby."

“It’s quite elegant”

Jian Xiu made a detour and looked at the black and white cat again.

"Walking around and looking around, it is inevitable that you will pass through the wilderness, mountains, forests and valleys, and you may even meet a charming and beautiful concubine to throw yourself into your arms. However, you are afraid that evil spirits will take advantage of the loopholes. However, all the ways of heaven and earth are in their proper place. If evil spirits cross the boundary, they may be able to gain some control for a while. You try, but you can’t hide it forever!”

Are you talking about me?

The cat who was originally lying on his stomach stood up and faced the sword cultivator head-on. One looked down, and the other raised his head, as if there was an invisible sharp aura intertwined with each other.

"Ding~"

A crisp sound came from afar, which also attracted the sword cultivator's attention. This sound actually came from a very far away place, so far away that it was still on the edge of Pingzhou City, but it was clearly transmitted here.

This is the sound of the Buddhist Yinpan striking.

Jian Xiu's face was thoughtful, and then he looked at the bookstall again. The stall owner had picked up the book again and started reading, obviously not hearing the voice.

However, Jian Xiu was immediately shocked. The cat just now disappeared! And he didn't even notice it!

"Stall owner, where is your cat?"

Yi Shuyuan looked down and seemed to have just realized that the cat was missing. He was slightly surprised, and then smiled again.

"It often runs out to play, maybe to watch something exciting."

Jian Xiu nodded, then turned and left. He was obviously not interested in the books on the stall, but his heart felt a little heavy.

Although if the monster attacks the sword cultivator or shows murderous intent and demonic aura, he will definitely be able to sense it immediately, but it really shouldn't be allowed to escape silently. This beast's behavior is becoming more and more unfathomable!