The thunder at the mouth of the gorge shook the blue end, and it has been several years since the heap was chiseled! flowed out of the ancient and modern Qin and Han Yue, and asked him if Fulong was cold?

Minjiang Yao came from the sky, and the magic chiseled through the ancient pile. Enbo is vast and even three Chu, and the Hui Ze ointment is moist and moist. The waterfall rain in front of the axe rock, the bottom of the Fulong Pond sounded light thunder. The embankment did not dare to quit the hard work, and the bamboo and stone management was secondary.

Dujiangyan water is Woxi River, and people are rushing to the shore when they open. I like to see the frequent withdrawal of the pestle, and the thunderous sound of plowing the field

Yingying is separated by a water, and there are two mountains in the vultures. The red leaves flow in the broken stream, and the white clouds rise in the empty pool. Out of thin air, the twilight trees float. Where is the dragon girl now, the cliff asked Liu Jun.

Bai Tang admired the literary accomplishment of the ancients, and the four poems exhausted the shocking mood when she first witnessed Dujiangyan; She admired the wisdom and diligence of ancient times, and was able to build such a magnificent water conservancy project under the conditions of low productivity thousands of years ago. The flooded Jedi was transformed into a mother river that irrigated fertile fields.

All the way to Erlang Zhenjun Temple, the incense in the temple is very prosperous, mortals come and go, lively and extraordinary. Yang Jian and the Roaring Sky Dog are not in the temple, nor are the Meishan brothers, and there are only a few ghosts in the temple who are checking the incense at the sorting point: Li Hu's three sacrifices, Zhang Long's promise, Zhao Jia's paperwork for his son, and Qian Bing's good wish to report illness......

Bai Tang sneaked into the temple without using an invisibility charm. The backyard of the temple is Yang Jian's residence, which can not be seen from the outside, and as soon as you enter the inside, you can see that there is something else inside: the backyard is very large, there are mountains and rivers, and it is full of all kinds of exotic flowers and plants - all of them are planted to pass the time when the heart is there, but unfortunately the hostess is not there now. Many of the flowers and plants have withered - Yang Jian's courtyard is built on the mountainside, a simple brick house, not as splendid as the buildings in the Heavenly Palace. Walking into the room, it was as simple as the appearance, with a thin layer of dust on the tables and cabinets, and it seemed that no one had lived in it for a long time. Bai Tang took out the Baolian lamp and put it on the table, as long as someone enters the door, he can see it at a glance. As for when Yang Jian found out-hehe!

Walking out of the Zhenjun Temple, Baitang strolled along the water. The river at the mouth of the Guan River is the Min River. The river rushes down. The momentum is magnificent, and there is a large wood of a person hugging each other in the water, which is cut down by the upper class, because the mountain road is inconvenient for transportation. The locals pushed the cut down trees into the Minjiang River. The river water is used to transport the trees to the shallows downstream. Let people salvage again, which saves time and effort.

After walking for a while, I saw a bamboo rope bridge coming out of the river. The rope bridge is supported by wooden stone piers. With the bamboo cable as thick as the mouth of the bowl to fly across the river, the wooden plank is laid on the bridge deck, and the bamboo rope is used as the fence on both sides, and it is swaying when you go up, which makes people feel afraid. The locals are accustomed to walking on the bamboo rope bridge, and they are walking like flying. Bai Tang is not so calm and calm, although her ability is very strong, but she really has no confidence in this kind of rope bridge that seems to be broken at any time.

"Go back to shore!" Karen couldn't see it, and said loudly. In other words, how can a person who comes and goes freely in the universe be afraid of a small bamboo rope bridge, even if the bridge is broken and falls, he can also use light skills to return to the shore!

"Oh!" Bai Tang obediently followed Karen back to the shore.

There are several stalls selling snacks at Qiaotou, and Bai Tang sat in front of one of the stalls and asked for two bowls of perfume bean curd and a plate of fried spring rolls. The perfume in the perfume bean curd is the fragrance of osmanthus, and the osmanthus is pickled in honey and sprinkled on top of the white and tender bean curd, which is fragrant, beautiful and delicious! After eating a bowl, Bai Tang called for the second night. The bamboo rope bridge is the only bridge that communicates the two sides of the strait, there are a lot of pedestrians coming and going, everyone is tired, they will rest at the bridge for a while, drink a bowl of tea or eat some snacks, and chat by the way. The local people talked about the daily life of the family and the local events, and the merchants exchanged information from all over the world, and by the way, they told some people who had never been to Guanjiangkou about the local scenery and folk myths and legends of Guanjiangkou. The table on Bai Tang's left hand side was telling legends, she thought that this was the territory of Erlang God, and everyone should be telling the legend of Erlang God, but she didn't expect it to be another fairy she was familiar with. And this immortal turned out to be a fellow countryman with Yang Jian!

"The immortal I am talking about is one of the eight immortals. Legend has it that one of them was a great rat since the beginning of the world before he became one of the Eight Immortals. I don't know why, this rat is no better than other mice, since it was born, it has never damaged other people's utensils, and it can worship the stars and practice diligently. Although it is a small animal, it has become an immortal body. Four or five thousand years have passed, just when the Three Emperors ruled the world, the flood in that place was a disaster, and countless people and animals were submerged. This rat drifted from the Central Plains to our mouth of the Guan River, because he had been cultivating for a long time and his Dharma body was solid, and although he had been blowing three or four thousand miles in the torrential waves, he had actually saved his life. ”

Bai Tang pricked up his ears to listen to other people's stories. The one who spoke was a white-bearded old Confucian who was approaching the age of sixtieth. He was the director of a nearby academy, and every morning when he left home to work at the academy, he would eat breakfast at a stall at the bridgehead, and by the way, he would popularize various local legends of Guanjiangkou to foreign merchants. Old Confucian students were born and grew up in Guanjiangkou, and they knew the folklore of Guanjiangkou very well, and some collected all the stories together and wrote a collection of Guanjiangkou myths and legends.

"The mouth of the Guanjiang River was originally a very low piece of land, but since the flood, the water has become a reservoir and the ocean is thousands of miles away. When the flood first arrived, there was a village with a population of more than 2,000 people, helping the old and the young to take refuge in high places. Passing through a place, there is a river three zhang wide in the middle, which usually holds water very deeply, not to mention that it cannot be waded through under any circumstances. There was a single-plank bridge on the bridge, which was soaked in heavy water and was more rotten. When the group was halfway through, the bridge broke in two, and many people who were scrambling to get on the bridge fell into the water, and suddenly chased the waves away, and disappeared. At this time, the water became stronger and stronger, and everyone on the shore was in a dilemma, and they couldn't help but cry. ”

A child asked, "Grandpa Zhuang, is the village you are talking about our current village?" ”

The old Confucian touched the child's head: "Yes, our entire village was saved by the gods." ”

A young merchant shouted, "What happened later? Sir, speak quickly! ”

"Okay, I'll talk about it." The old Confucian took a sip of soy milk and continued, "That mouse happened to be in the crowd, hoping to follow everyone across the water to escape." At this time, seeing that the bridge was broken, the situation was very tragic, he was so good that he forgot about his danger, and only thought about how to save so many people from escaping their lives. After thinking about it for a while, I really let it come up with a solution. I saw that it boarded the broken bridge and walked towards the broken place, the bridge body was not completely broken, and there was a slight connection in the middle, but it sank into the water, and it was categorically uncrossable. The rat was so powerful that after careful observation, he swam hard, and in a few steps he climbed up to the broken bridge over there, and in an instant he was ashore. After the rat came ashore, it turned around and squeaked to the people here, as if to comfort everyone not to be discouraged, and it would definitely find a way to save them. Although everyone on the shore did not understand the language of rats, when they saw the eyes of the rats, they seemed to understand that the rats were trying to save everyone, and their morale was boosted, and they no longer only stayed on the shore and cried, but arranged the question of how to cross the river in an orderly manner. ”

"When the rat had crossed the river, he got a very long trunk from somewhere, and he bit it with his teeth, dragged it into the water, and led it along the broken bridge. When everyone saw that it had really come to its rescue, a chorus of cheers and thanks shook the valley. But a single piece of wood still won't help. The rat nodded to the crowd, and still swam across the other bank, dragging another trunk with him, which was no different from the previous one. By this time, the intention was already known, and everyone worked together to tie the two logs to the original bridge piles. The rat also exerted its magic power on the other side of the bank, digging two large holes with its mouth, and stuffing the ends of the two logs into the holes, so that it became a bridge between two logs. Everyone supported each other and pulled each other across the bridge one by one. It took a few hours to finish. It just so happened that the upriver rushed in, and several large waves rushed the rat into the water, and in an instant, it drifted hundreds of miles away, until a rat who was anxious for justice and righteousness was drowning out of breath. Because it is a small animal after all, it has been tired many times, and its strength has run out early, and it can be supported again, and before I feel that my eyes are rolling, a huge wave hits, and it is driven deep into the water, and the mouse disappears as if it were dead......"

Everyone felt sorry for the mouse in the story.

The young merchant sighed: "I didn't expect a mouse to be so benevolent, but it's a pity, it won't die, right?" ”

Bai Tang followed and discussed: "Didn't you say that this mouse was the previous life of a certain immortal among the Eight Immortals?" Even if it's dead, it's a good thing, with its function, it can be reincarnated as an adult, and then cultivate into an immortal. That's good deeds, right? ”

The old Confucian laughed: "This girl guessed wrong, the mouse had another strange fate, but he didn't die." ”

"Oh? What kind of fate is it? Tell me about it, old man! Bai Tang became more interested in the follow-up of the story, and others also urged the old Confucian to tell the development of the story.

"I don't know how long it took, but the mouse finally woke up, and found himself slumped on a large rock, and an old fairy stood next to it. The mouse knew that it was the fairy who saved him, and hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed to the old fairy. The old fairy said to the mouse, 'Although you are different, you have good roots and have cultivated so great deeds, I can't bear to drown you in the river, so I will save you up the mountain.' Although you have cultivated for thousands of years, you have never achieved the right result, and you have not even cultivated to the human body, because your background is too low and you have no fate to become a true immortal. You will be a guard boy in my cave, and when the time comes, I will guide you to the opportunity to make you finally become a great road! ”

"The mouse was blessed by misfortune, and he was able to enter the door of the immortals, and he was overjoyed, and he kowtowed thousands of heads to the old immortals again and again." (To be continued......)