Surrounded by murmuring water and greenery.

I don't know how long the boat is going, and the old man suddenly shouted: "Sit tight, everyone, there is no ghost in front of you." ”

Mo Chuan looked up when he heard the sound.

The river is still turbulent, and the trees on both sides are shady and uninhabited.

After walking a short distance, there were small whirlpools on the surface of the river, and further on, you could see raised reefs.

The old man lifted the spirit of the twelve, and put a long penny, or thorn or brace.

Most of the passengers were silent, clutching the edge of the boat.

For a moment, the ship was silent.

I have to say that this old man really has great skills, and the water is quite urgent when he sees the ghost, and the dilapidated ferry boat is as stable as a turtle under him.

Seeing that the water was gradually calming down, the Sanjing Sword that Mo Chuan was holding in his arms suddenly trembled slightly.

Mo Chuan was stunned.

When I looked sideways into the water, I saw a huge dark spot, which followed the boat, like a shadow cast by a ferry.

"Whoa!"

On the ground, the calm water surface was secretly rippling, and the ferry boat that had never been bumped without a ghost screaming suddenly and violently tossed.

"Don't panic! It's just an undercurrent! ”

The old man's face changed slightly, and he subconsciously comforted the passengers, propped up his hands and stared at the water with a pair of eyes, exploring the water lines.

Although there is a saying of "ten masters and ten thousand laws", the way of water is the way of nature, which remains unchanged for eternity.

Mastering the water meridian, no matter how complex the water potential is, it can be easily resolved like a cow.

The ferry was bumpy and uncomfortable, and Mo Chuan, who was a little heavy in his heart, was relieved for no reason.

- It turns out that there is really a water demon in the Chengye River.

He grasped the Sanjing sword scabbard with an expressionless face, hung it on the side of the boat, tilted the sheath, and let the Sanjing sword slide silently into the river.

"Whoa—"

The river suddenly became fierce.

There seems to be a demon under the water that rolls up a rolling undercurrent, trying to overturn the ferry.

Mo Chuan remained silent and helped the boat.

The hull of the ship was still jolting, but it was much calmer.

The old captain, who was struggling to support the pen, suddenly stopped moving, his face full of surprise.

After a long time, the turbulent water gradually calmed down.

"Boatman, is this sailing over?"

A passenger asked with a look of surprise.

"Drove over."

The old man replied casually.

Without waiting for the passengers to breathe a sigh of relief, Mo Chuan, who was sitting at the bow of the boat, suddenly shouted:

"Hey, uncle, stop, stop, wait, wait!"

"What's wrong, Dao Ye?" The old man hurriedly asked.

"The poor Dao sword has fallen, it's at the bow of the ship, wait for me to catch it!"

Mo Chuan said, and he had already leaned over and reached out to fish into the water.

The passengers on the boat suddenly looked at each other with a strange expression.

"Dao Ye, the ferry was in a hurry just now, and your sword is probably already lagging behind!" The old man hurriedly reminded.

"Poof!"

Looking at the merchant with a belly full of ink, he laughed unabashedly: "I have heard for a long time that I carved a boat to ask for a sword, and I still said that it was arranged by literati, and I never thought about ......it."

Before the words fell, they came to an abrupt end.

The merchant's eyes widened in astonishment.

But I saw that Mo Chuan, who was lying on the bow of the boat, had already turned around, and suddenly there was a cold Tangxi sword in his hand.

"All right, old man."

Mo Chuan let out a long sigh of relief.

His three-view sword was thrown in the water, borrowing the buoyancy of the water, coming and going freely, as if walking against the wind.

Unexpectedly, when he came back, he ran out of Yuan Qi and couldn't rush out of the water.

He has the heart to lead, but he is not good at water law.

It can be described as a hundred secrets!

If the old man doesn't stop for a while, he is afraid that he will "copy the waves and send the sword".

"Oh, Dao Chang is good mana!"

The old man was well-informed, seemed to realize something, and praised him again and again.

"Hey, praise and praise!"

Mo Chuan waved his hand, put away his sword and returned it to its sheath, and asked, "Uncle, dare to ask this Chengye River, what is the Dragon King Temple?" ”

The old man said fairly: "[The prince will] built a dragon king temple in Fengchao City, and the Taoist asked what is this?" ”

Mo Chuan said: "On weekdays, I see that the tooth people will go to business, and they will always worship the gods from all walks of life, so when I look at the undercurrent on the river, I suddenly remembered to ask." ”

Old man: "That's it! Speaking of which, in the Chengye River to seek a living, there are many gods to worship, in addition to the prince will be, there are also Bodhisattva clubs, God of Wealth, river shrines, Qiao Shengxian Master Hall......"

"Qiao Shengxian Master Hall?"

When Mo Chuan heard this, his eyes showed a look of surprise.

What is Qiaosheng Immortal Master Hall?

It is the public loser, Lu Banye.

It turns out that under the draft of the mountains and the water, a large number of ship transportation services have naturally been derived from both sides of the Chengye River.

Among them are shipbuilders.

What he believes in and worships is the grandfather's lost son.

This belief even spread to ships.

Anyway, it is to put one more clay elephant and burn three more pillars to offer incense, and it will not be wrong to say goodbye.

In the introduction of the old man, the ferry traveled for another hour, and Kemao City finally arrived.

"Come on, go steady—"

When the ferry docked and the passengers rushed down, the old man was shouting, but quietly called out to Mo Chuan: "The little old man doesn't know the true face of the immortals, and please take care of the immortals, but I don't dare to collect the fare." ”

As he spoke, he took out thirty copper coins and handed them over.

"Uncle, what does this mean? How can you not pay the boat fee when you take a boat on a poor road? Isn't this a poor road? ”

"Don't dare, don't dare! It's just a little money to support the three clear incense, and I ask the true immortal to accept it. ”

Mo Chuan looked at the old man with a rather panicked look, then reached out to take the copper coin, and handed over a porcelain bottle and said: "The water is damp and heavy, this Dan Kekang fitness body, this is the blessing of Sanqing, don't refuse." ”

After speaking, without waiting for the old man to say more, he stuffed the porcelain bottle into his hand and turned to leave.

I thought to myself, this old man is quite discerning!

……

At this time, the old man looked at Mo Chuan's back, and then looked at the pill in his hand, with a tangled look on his face.

He really didn't dare to take this pill.

The older the rivers and lakes, the less courageous they are.

Many people think that boats and water are most afraid of eddy reefs, but they don't know that the bandits are the real tigers on the water.

God knows, did this Taoist priest deliberately "manifest the saint" and deceive him?

After thinking about it, he walked around the ferry to see if anyone had carved a code and tied a red rope.

When nothing was discovered, he breathed a sigh of relief.

I thought maybe I was overthinking.

He uncorked the bottle again, looked at a black ball inside, sniffed it lightly, and could smell a sweet smell.

After thinking about it, he still stuffed the pill in the secret compartment of the ferry, so that one day the little grandson would come on the boat to play and eat it as a sugar pill.

After hiding the elixir, he took out another piece of flatbread and nibbled it, and when he had filled his stomach, he drove the empty boat back.

When it came, it went down the river, even if it carried a dozen passengers, it was still like a shuttle.

Now that I am swimming against the current, I can only swing slowly.

I don't know how long it has been, the boat has not screamed, and suddenly I saw the big boats and small boats on the shore gathered together, hooking up like an embankment.

"It's broken!"

Seeing this scene, the old man chuckled in his heart, and hurriedly swayed away, thinking that it was probably a sunken ship.

Otherwise, there would not have been so many ships.

When the rocking oars approached, he hurriedly tied the boat and followed the crowd gathering place, pulling his feet away.

Before he could get closer, he smelled a pungent fishy odor.

When he got closer, the scenery in front of him made his face change greatly.

I saw that surrounded by several sampans, a huge mountain of meat floated on the water, sword marks, cutting through the flesh and blood, and the gurgling blood stained the river black, emitting a thick stench.

(End of chapter)