"Sir, I heard rumors that this fog ghost is not easy to clean up on this road!" The merchant surnamed Li had palpitations, "It has been in trouble here for more than a few months, before the Nanhua County Ya invited the masters in the temple to come, but it was not able to do it, after the heavy rain, there was a mountain fog, and it happened to be convenient for the fog ghost......"

"yes, and it's dark and the road is slippery......"

"Why don't you wait until tomorrow after dawn and look for it on a sunny day?"

"If Mr. goes, Chen is willing to go with him!"

Everyone said a word, and most of them wanted to persuade Song You not to go.

The meaning of the heart in it, I'm afraid there is also the idea that I don't want Song You to leave easily, but even the latter is human nature. It's just that there are too many words, Song You didn't know how to reply for a while, stared at the fire and continued to look at it for a few seconds, but decided not to reply one by one, and only said to the dart master surnamed Chen:

"The dart head should stay here."

This can be regarded as a manifestation of attitude.

This dart master surnamed Chen is a fastidious person, with reputation and courage, no matter what his ability is, such a person is worthy of respect.

But after saying this, Song You didn't want to say more.

It didn't take long for the drizzle to stop.

Song You stood up directly, pulled a piece of wood from the fire, and walked into the fog alone under the watchful eyes of the merchants.

At this time, the night was lonely, the cold rain had just stopped, the figures in the fog were flickering, the cold wind was whisking, even the weeds were vigilant, and the only one who was not afraid to move forward was the figure.

Everyone admired and worried for a while, but there was no other way, so they had to shrink next to the fire, staring worriedly into the depths of the fog, not knowing whether they were looking forward to the little gentleman's return or afraid that another fog ghost would appear in the fog.

After a while, the fire burst out in the fog.

Then there was a ghostly howl, like a terrible cry, and like a fierce howl, and the scalp of the person was numb when he heard it.

"Shhh

The merchants had goosebumps on their arms, and the hairs on the pimples stood up one by one, and they were a little more worried about the little gentleman in their hearts.

But no one dared to investigate.

The only dart master surnamed Chen who has this guts is not good to leave everyone behind and get into the fog.

Soon, the sound stopped abruptly.

I don't know how long it took, but there was movement in the vicinity again.

Everyone craned their necks and stared at the fog without blinking, their hearts rising to their throats.

I saw that the fog in front of me was so thick that it could not be dissolved, like the early morning in the mountains in winter, suddenly a gust of mountain wind blew, and the mountain fog flowed, and those tiny particles seemed to be seen under the firelight.

The man was young and handsome, dressed in a simple robe, and his expression was as calm as ever, as if he had just done something insignificant.

It was not until he entered the pavilion and sat down again in front of the fire that he said again:

"The night is still long, so rest early."

Everyone glanced at each other, the merchant surnamed Li took the lead, and the rest of the people got up one after another and bowed in unison.

The flames crackled, and the little gentleman had closed his eyes.

The merchants couldn't sleep for a while, looked at each other, and recalled the picture of Fang Cai in their minds - the little gentleman turned back in the fog, and his figure gradually turned from blurry to clear, as if carrying hope, probably some people will never forget this picture in their lives.

……

The night is not long, but it is not short.

The mountain wind was wrapped in fog, the cold was disturbing, and I woke up several times at the end of the night, obviously I didn't sleep well, but I still couldn't sleep. Song You woke up when it was just dawn, and the rest of the merchants were counted as one, and they didn't sleep soundly, and there was no shortage of sleepless people who couldn't sleep all night.

The morning dew is heavy, the air is humid, and you can smell the smell of earth and plants, which is as suitable for practice as dusk.

Although Song You woke up, he continued to sit with his eyes closed.

I can hear the voices around me.

The dew bent the weeds, and then dripped down the arc of the bend, hitting the bluestone slab and shattering. There are squirrels in the ancient cypresses, and birds in the woods are early risers.

The dart master surnamed Chen whispered to the merchant surnamed Li that his junior brother is a good hand at walking darts, with high kung fu, dare to fight and kill, but it is the first time he sees a ghost, and he is worried about his poor performance for a while, and he hopes that the merchant surnamed Li will not care.

I also heard the merchant surnamed Li whispering with other merchants, discussing how to make up money to thank Song You, but he was entangled in how much money he should pay, and he wanted to be generous and calculating.

Mud flowers and grass dew, the world and people's hearts, are all cultivation.

When they opened their eyes again, the merchants had already raised the fire again, boiled water in a small pot, and respectfully brought a bowl to Song You.

Song You did not shirk.

In the past, he went down the mountain in the Taoist temple to solve problems for the nearby villagers, and the villagers were so respectful, and he understood a truth many years ago-

Sometimes accepting kindness from others is actually a sign of generosity, let alone gratitude.

"Hoo ......"

The morning in the mountains is cold, and when you blow a breath into the bowl, a layer of white mist suddenly swings along the edge of the bowl. The biscuits were so dry that they had to be served with water, and it was also comfortable to have a bowl of hot water after a night in the mountains.

One bite goes down, and it warms from the throat to the heart.

The businessmen were talkative, and they talked a few words over breakfast, and Song You also got to know them a little more.

I knew that they were Yizhou tea merchants, and also knew that Yizhou was an important node of the tea and horse market, but now I know from their mouths that in recent years, although the guide price of the imperial court to purchase tea in various places has not changed, but in the specific locality, it is getting lower and lower year by year, so many tea merchants are forced to helpless, some people choose to transport tea to Yidu and then sell it to tea and horses, and some people take the risk to sell it to Yidu to sell tea to dealers who specialize in collecting tea for the western countries.

As for what kind of person they were, they didn't say, and Song You didn't ask.

This group of merchants also wanted to invite Song You to go to Yidu with them, probably to repay the grace of saving their lives last night. But the Song parade has always been freewheeling, stop where you want, go when you want, if you have to walk with them, it is not only a drag on them, but also a drag on yourself, so they directly refused, only let them be careful all the way, don't spend the night in the barren mountains and mountains.

After drinking water and eating dry food, it was time to separate.

Interestingly, after eating, the dart master surnamed Chen also took his junior brother to the forest to turn over some less wet firewood, cut it into pieces and put it in the corner of the pavilion, which can be regarded as making up for the amount burned last night, and it will dry for two days.

Song You watched thoughtfully.

Then the merchant surnamed Li took out a small money bag and respectfully handed it to him, saying that it was a thank you gift.

It's not so much respectful as exquisite.

Demons and ghosts are not uncommon in this world, and there are many people who hunt demons and exorcise ghosts, and some temples also undertake this kind of business, which is not a rare industry, so it has become a normal thing to pay.

Those who are calm are not informal.

And seeing Song You take the money bag and put it in his arms, the merchant surnamed Li and the people behind him breathed a sigh of relief.

"We Wushan tea merchants have shops in Yiyi, just in Xicheng, just ask about Wushan tea shops. When Mr. arrives in Yidu, if you have a useful place, whether you want to find someone to lead the way, or do something, please feel free to come to us. ”

"Walk slowly."

Song You's tone was soft and cold.

"Don't sir."

"Don't ...... Sir"

The merchants loaded their goods and hurried away.

Yesterday I walked a little less, and today I have to make up for it.

For a while, only Song You was left in the pavilion.

At this time, the sun came out, and suddenly the blue of the sky shone out, and the light slanted from under the clouds, as if it had a shape, a wisp of it, which at first hit the face without temperature, and soon became warm.

It seems to be a good day again.

"Yidu ......"

Song You looked up at the sky, muttered in a low voice, also packed his bags, and continued to set off.

Don't worry about thousands of miles, there is a wind of arrival.

I saw that the ancient cypress trees on the road were washed in water, and there were water droplets hanging on the branches, which were crystal clear, and they would drop down from time to time. There is still morning fog in this morning, and from a distance, it is seen that the clouds are quietly accumulating in the recesses of the mountain, and the green cloud corridor is confused up close, so that the ancient road can not be seen at a glance, and they all gradually dissipate in the morning light.

This stretch of the road won't be haunted anymore.