Towards night, the rain was heavier than during the day, and it was a dull sound of tuk tuk on the oil-paper umbrellas, which sounded very calming.

Song You thought as he walked, walking very slowly.

The technique on this horseshoe mountain is so ingenious, even with his Taoism, he only saw the path and the pavilion, but did not notice the mystery in it.

I just think that the relevant attainments of the arranger must be not shallow.

Of course, it is not necessarily.

All kinds of spells in the world have their own mysteries, just like thousands of knowledge, countless trades, who can do everything?

Especially in this world, the information is blocked, and after learning and hearing a certain realm, if you want to make progress, you can really only see it with your eyes, use time to pile it up, and use your own heart to understand it yourself. The thousand-year-old immortal still doesn't dare to say that he knows everything about the mysteries of the world, not to mention that Song You has only been here for more than 20 years, and there are many means in the world that he doesn't know and that Fulongguan doesn't record.

There is no Tao that can break the truth of all things, Tao is Tao, knowledge is knowledge, seeing and hearing is seeing and hearing, cultivation is cultivation, and the old gods may also be confused by small means that they have not seen.

This is reasonable and self-consistent, and it is also a mysterious mystery.

It's just that Song You still thought of a-

Anqing's "Yan Xian".

A few days ago, I talked to Qingyangzi about Yanxian.

It was he who asked Qingyangzi for advice.

said that this Yan Xian has lived in Anqing for a long time, I don't know how many years, Qingyangzi has only seen him once, but his ancestor has drunk several cups of tea with Yan Xian.

At that time, I also talked about the Yanxian Pavilion outside the city.

In fact, there is a Yanxian temple outside the city.

Said that this Yan Xian was at least in Anqing before he walked Jiaoguan, and at that time he already had a not low Taoism, and he did not live for a thousand years until now, and he lived at least eight hundred, but when everything is exhausted, now the growth of Taoism cannot catch up with his own weakness, and the old Yan Xian who is about to prolong his life has to change his path, so he began to seek incense and fire Shendao.

Although it is difficult to become immortal when you become a god, if you have one day of incense, you can survive for one day, and you can continue your life after all.

Decades ago, there was a great drought in Xuzhou, and there was no harvest of grains, and Yanxian practiced to protect the people's livelihood in this Anqing place. Although it is not smooth, it is much better than the surrounding counties. Later, the food was not enough, so he turned into countless swallows and brought grain and rice from other official warehouses and saved many people.

The Anqing people were grateful for his merits and erected a temple statue for him.

This is the Yanxian Temple outside the city, which is now the Datong shop of the Jianghu people.

There is a lot of incense in this temple, and there is also sesame oil money, but Yan Xian asked the abbot of the temple to buy less sesame oil, and took the money to repair the road, let everyone go, and built a pavilion to shelter passers-by.

It can be said that I am really trying to absorb the incense.

It's a pity, it's a pity......

Yan Xian took grain from the official warehouse at the beginning, but he didn't say that he must have offended the court, but after all, the court didn't like it, and this kind of example couldn't be opened no matter what, so he never got the imperial court's edict.

After all, it is an anomaly, and it is not tolerated if you want to come to the Heavenly Palace.

One is in charge of the mortal world, and the other is in charge of ghosts and gods, and the addition of the two causes the name of Yan Xian to always be limited to Anqing, and even Ling Bo, who is not far away, does not have a temple for him.

If he hadn't practiced for thousands of years and had to calm the hearts of the people, I'm afraid he would have already been named an obscene shrine.

"Millennial Demon, ......"

Song You was also a little emotional.

How many thousand years of demons are there in this world?

Don't take the word millennium lightly.

There are often rumors in the world that there are shadows of thousand-year-old demons, but except for a few animals and plants that can live for thousands of years by chance, the others are mostly false rumors and exaggerations. Just like the immortals and gods in this world, it is rumored that they have thousands of years of age, but in fact, most of them have only eaten incense for a few hundred years. You must know that if Dayan is pushed forward for another one or two thousand years, there is no history recorded in the book, and most of the gods and spirits believed by the people in the world have disappeared into history.

The gods that people worship now, not talking about divine power and skills, only talking about age, most of them are not as good as this Yan Xian.

Song You also felt pressured when he thought of this.

It's not Taoism or mana skills.

First of all, the millennium does not mean a millennium of cultivation, nor does it mean a millennium of Taoism. Secondly, cultivation and Taoism are not all for the service of force, even the gods of the Heavenly Palace, in fact, they are mainly civil officials.

It's the weight of the millennium itself.

Human beings have come to the present by supporting each other, and have the instinct of respecting the old and loving the young. Even if the virtuous emperor travels, and when he meets an eighty-year-old man, he has to call his husband respectfully. It is the ancient cypress that has been planted on Jinyang Road for thousands of years, and after living for a long time, many people will subconsciously give a little more respect, and even the government has legislated to protect it. Not to mention an elder who has witnessed the ups and downs of a thousand years of history.

This kind of pressure is essentially a kind of respect.

And this Yan Xiantai is probably also related to him.

It's just that since Anqing has this here, why hasn't Lingbo's water demon been eliminated for a long time?

As he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard someone shouting behind him:

"That Dao Master!"

It's a rough female voice.

A man and a cat suddenly stopped, and at the same time turned their heads to look.

A figure came in the smoke and rain.

He was dressed in linen, with his hair scattered, and with a long knife in his hand, and he did not wrap his face anymore, revealing a somewhat round goose egg face, and his eyes were black and white.

"Wu Nuxia, polite."

"That's a coincidence."

"It's a coincidence."

"Are you here? I thought you didn't come, but I didn't find you for a long time. ”

"We're far away."

"I've got a good look."

"It's farther away."

"How? Is it good-looking? ”

"It's an eye-opener."

"Hehe...... the woman grinned and walked side by side with them, "I knew you were watching, and I would go up and play with it, so that I could show you what I could do." ”

"I have seen many brothers and sisters under my feet, all of whom are masters of the rivers and lakes, and I can already imagine the demeanor of my feet."

"They're a little worse than me."

"Awesome."

Song You complimented, paused, and asked again: "This bluestone vacant land is very well repaired, and there is a yin and yang fish diagram in the middle, I'm afraid it took a lot of manpower and financial resources, right?" But why is it called Yanxiantai? ”

"Hey! I just asked Master today! ”

"I want to hear about it."

"Isn't this human-cultivated?"

"That's ......"

"It is said that in the past, when the Jianghu people located the address of the conference and came here to participate in the conference, this was still a flat land. To the second time, there was a person, claiming to be the descendants of Yan Xian, saying that he was moved by the heroic spirit of the predecessors of the rivers and lakes, and was willing to build a platform for them to use in future exchanges and competitions. The woman said and looked back at the platform at the foot of the riverside mountain, "As soon as the seniors of the rivers and lakes heard that there was such a good thing, they agreed to come down with half a doubt, so this place changed once a night, each time it changed one layer, and it took seven seven forty-nine days to have this Yan Xiantai." ”

"Magical."

"I think it'...... too"

The woman suddenly frowned:

"Oh yes! Do you Taoist priests have a soft spot for the numbers of seventy-seven forty-nine and ninety-eighty-one, why do you always take so long to do anything? ”

"Most of us do whatever we want, we don't stick to that, we can do as long as we want, as much as we want. It's just that when the world hears it, they think that these numbers are nice to say and full of mysteries, or the Taoists themselves want to use these numbers to tell the world, or they follow the habits of their predecessors, or something else, so they ......"

Song You said with a smile.

"Oh......"

The woman dragged a long tail note and nodded her head again and again.

The rain in the sky did not break, her hair was already wet, sticking to her face, and her clothes were also soaked, sticking to her body, but she didn't realize it at all, she just walked forward, neither felt that it was bad to be drenched in the rain, nor did she think that there was anything wrong with Song You playing an umbrella, but when the rain provoked herself, she either shook her head, or wiped her face, or crooked her mouth and blew a breath, and solved the trouble, and that's it.

Seeing this, Song You couldn't help asking:

"Do you want an umbrella?"

But I saw that the woman waved her hand and said with a smile: "People in the rivers and lakes, they are the sky, what kind of umbrella do you ......?"

The chic of that moment made Song You look at it several times.

I couldn't help but slow down a little.

……

Qingwa ancient view, rain hit the bamboo forest.

Song You handed the umbrella back to the little boy and respectfully: "Thank you for the flowers." ”

"Brother Dao said thank you......" The little boy put the umbrella away, although he was small, he spoke very maturely, "Master is old, he loves to stay in the Taoist temple to make tea and drink, we don't go out on rainy days, this umbrella has been useless for a long time, it is about to break, Brother Dao took it for a use, and I saved me from taking it out and drenching it again." ”

It sounds so comfortable.

Song You couldn't help but smile and said, "That's my fate with it." ”

"Yes......"

The little boy also smiled, where is the cold face in front of the Jianghu people a few days ago.

It's just that halfway through the umbrella, he suddenly remembers:

"Brother Dao won't go out tomorrow?"

"I'm going to go out."

"Don't you need an umbrella?"

"I guess it won't rain tomorrow."

"That's the best, you can go to the mountains tomorrow to look for mushrooms, it's February, I don't know if it's out." The little boy was not suspicious, he just put away his umbrella and walked into the house, "Brother Dao is coming to eat." ”

After dinner, Song You went back to his room.

Light an oil lamp and spread out hemp paper.

Song You wanted to ask Sanhua Niangniang to help grind again, but it can be seen that she was fighting wits and courage with the air alone on the bed, just for a short while, she had been so carried away that she couldn't bear to disturb, so she took the inkstone out and picked up some rain under the eaves, took the ink strip and patiently grinded it.

Dip the pen in the ink, think about it before putting it down.

The ink used is also incense.

Although the ink is of the highest quality, and the price is higher than that of gold, he has no intention of using it for collection, and still uses it as usual every day, or should it be said that he collects it elsewhere.

Suddenly, the cat jumped on the table.

"Taoist, what are you writing?"

"Remember something."

"What's that?"

"At the beginning of February of the second year of Mingde, I went to Anqing County, Xuzhou County, and happened to encounter a grand event in the rivers and lakes, and the Liujiang Conference was ......"

"What is this?"

"Something written."

"What do you write it for?"

"I know that I have come to this world once."

"Hmm......"

The three-flowered cat only leaned closer to the paper to look.

Obviously illiterate, you still have to watch, just watch, and pull Song You's hand with your paws, don't block her.

There's really no way to write about that.

But what can be done?

……

I finally finished writing, and I wanted to blow out the lamp, but I found that the oil in the oil lamp had bottomed out, and I didn't want to use it so much.

It's just that oil lamps are expensive, but if they are used in these places, they are still worth it.

"Sanhua Niangniang."

"Do what?"

"Go to bed and wake up early tomorrow."

"Do what?"

"To Horseshoe Mountain."

"Or do you want to watch those people fight?"

"Go and meet An Qing Yanxian for a while."

"Is it a swallow?"

The three-flowered cat suddenly came up to him, so close that his mouth and nose were about to poke his face.

"It's a thousand-year-old demon."

"A thousand years?"

"Yes."

“……”

The three-flowered cat gradually calmed down.