In the evening in the mountains, the sky is dim.

It's dark and yellow.

There was a pond in front of the master's house, and there were fish in it, so today they went to catch fish, and took sausages and bacon, and went to the neighbor's house to borrow some vegetables, and the women were busy in the stove house.

The people entertained the guests in the halls.

Including the old gentleman invited from the next village, the relatives and neighbors who came to help spontaneously, and the little gentleman who brought the baby's soul back by the way.

Mostly two gentlemen.

"My baby has suffered this disaster, and I don't know if it will have an impact on the future."

The host looked at Song You and the old gentleman.

Everyone else listened intently.

Interestingly, some of the neighbor's children also came, leaning silently against the door, quietly staring inside, as if they were born with great attraction to them.

The old gentleman aimed at Song You and didn't dare to speak first for a while.

Song You also aimed at the old gentleman.

There was no one in the room for a moment, and there was silence for a moment.

"It's not a secret." Song You spoke first, and his posture was very low, "I have been cultivating on the mountain all the time, and I only traveled down the mountain last year, not to mention my age, I really don't see many such things, and today is also lucky to meet Ling Lang's soul, it's just a coincidence." The old gentleman is the experienced person, and the host only asks the old gentleman."

The master looked at the old gentleman.

The old gentleman pondered for a moment, and then spoke:

"This kind of thing is definitely not good for the baby's health, and it must be taken care of for a period of time after that, and remember not to be frightened again. As for what will happen in the future, I can't say for sure, it depends on how well it is raised."

Obviously, what he said was also the truth, not nonsense, but in front of this little gentleman who obviously had a true way, he couldn't help but feel weak, and after he finished speaking, he had to look at him quietly.

In the dimness, I could only see him nodding slightly, thoughtfully, as if he only knew it today.

"The most important thing." The old gentleman continued, "It is you who have to find out how the little baby lost her soul, so that you can avoid this kind of thing in the future."

"How do we know......

"Think about it, if he was frightened, either a rooster or a dog, or a sudden shout, or he entered some temple, or accidentally broke into a ghost at night."

"How do you know......

The host was also a little at a loss: "I only know that the day before yesterday he ran back from outside, and suddenly lay on the bed, and he couldn't wake up."

Only then did the people around him begin to talk in a few words.

All of a sudden, the voice became jabble.

Some people say that the tree at the entrance of the village has grown for hundreds of years, and I don't know how many people worship it as a protector, I am afraid that it is spiritual.

Some people say that children are naughty and often run to the mountains, for fear that they will accidentally meet something that becomes a sperm.

Some people say that before the village entrance who the old man died, buried on the opposite slope, the day before yesterday was exactly the first seven, maybe the children were running around in the morning and evening, accidentally saw it.

Some people say that children play like crazy, and they like to hide in the shadows, jumping out from behind to scare each other.

Song You turned his head and looked out the door-

Separated by a few fields and a weir pond, in the dim skylight, you can vaguely see that there is a new grave on the opposite mountain, and the spirit flag is still inserted, according to local customs, and a bell is tied.

….

Before, there was a wind blowing and clanging when passing by.

The bell carries the thoughts and comfort of the living to the dead, so the ghosts that have not yet dispersed are attracted to it. At this dusk, a faint shadow can be faintly seen, sitting on the hillside and distracted, maybe just listening to the wind blowing the bells, maybe reminiscing about this life, and not wanting to leave for a while.

"What is the little gentleman looking at?"

There was an inquiry from the owner's house.

"Nothing."

Song You retracted his gaze and replied with a smile, "It's getting dark now and getting later every day."

"Why not!"

The host only thought that he was hungry, and reminded himself in disguise why he didn't start the meal when it was dark, so he hurriedly got up again: "I'll go to the stove house to urge, and I'll start eating soon."

Song You pursed his lips and looked out of the door again.

Although the kid did almost lose his soul because of this incident, it was actually just a chance encounter, and such coincidences are rare in the world, so no one is to blame.

It was just an ordinary dead person, who stayed for the time being, and then disappeared naturally in two days.

There is no other benefit in speaking out.

After a while, the meal was served.

The host's family cooked a pot of tofu fish, fried bacon, cut sausages, and cooked white rice, which was naturally not as good as in the city, but it was also a good meal that the village farmers worked hard to come up with, and it was many times better than the cold steamed buns that Song You ate along the way.

Thick bucket bowl, big white rice.

The rice is fragrant.

To his surprise, this pot of tofu fish doesn't look good, it looks like it's boiled casually, but it hides a mystery-

It's actually sour.

When you taste it carefully, the sourness is neither vinegar nor kimchi, but from preserved fruits such as umeboshi, which is very special to eat, and the sour taste is strong, and it is easy to coax rice into your stomach.

Song You was calm in his heart, he only picked up vegetables at will, took a big bite of rice, and added more if it was not enough, which was not polite at all.

It was a joy for the hospitable host, who felt a light on her face as she watched the cooking.

"This fish really eats!"

"Dirt method, earth method, people on our side do it." The woman smiled, "It's sour, you can eat a bowl of rice with soup alone, it's the way of the poor."

"Good craftsmanship."

"Don't you dare ......?"

There are not many houses in the owner's house, and only one room has been vacated.

Song You wants to sleep in a room with the old gentleman.

Fortunately, you can make a floor.

It's inevitable to be away from home.

Don't be too squeamish.

But this kind of thing is wonderful—

At first, although I accepted it in my heart, there was no resistance, but I also felt that it was a little unbeautiful, after all, it was not as good as a single room. But when I entered the house and lay down, I quickly felt that there was no difference. Even if the old gentleman snores loudly at night, it is only an inconsequential trifle, or even a trivial matter. When I think about it, it's completely different from when I didn't enter the house.

There are not many such things-

You have to be in the present of it for you to see it clearly, to know how you really feel about it.

But how can such a thing be figured out? And how can you learn from other places? But you have to experience it yourself, so that you can have some understanding and gradually understand.

….

There's something good about it.

……

Early the next morning.

Song You didn't wake up early, just in time for breakfast.

Although it was breakfast, the host tried their best to prepare it richly, boiled the fish, cut the bacon, and made the oil moist.

The people in the mountains don't care if they are greasy or not, they are good things that are rarely eaten, how can there be greasy, they only take out everything that can be taken out, and only hope to give the guests a good meal.

Song You thanked him and started eating.

The old gentleman from last night was still there.

The old gentleman took the initiative to talk to him: "Mr. Xiao is going to go to Yunding Mountain in Pingzhou to look for immortals?"

"Have you heard of it, old gentleman?"

"I've heard of it." Although the old gentleman was at the dinner table, he would stop his chopsticks to empty his mouth when he spoke, "I heard that there are immortals on it, and many people go to the mountains every year to look for them, and some people who are big officials in the court also go there."

"Did you find anything?"

"You have to be fated to do it."

"I'm also here to see it." Song You paused, "I heard that the scenery of Genting Mountain is also good."

"It's very high!"

"Can you climb it in one day?"

"I didn't climb."

The old gentleman replied honestly, and then said, "I don't know if Genting Mountain is easy to climb, but I heard that it is not easy to walk from here to Pingzhou."

"How?"

"From here, you must have gone to Xiangle County, right?" The old gentleman's eyes were like beans, staring straight at Song You.

"Hmm."

Song You didn't actually know what county was in front of him.

The host couldn't interject, just listened to the side, so as to gain some knowledge.

I just heard the old gentleman say:

"From Xiangle County to Pingzhou, that section of the road is very difficult to walk, in ancient times, I didn't want to take this road when I was fighting, and there are mountains for hundreds of miles, all mountains, and few people." The old gentleman paused, then lowered his voice and said to Song You mysteriously, "I know that you have the true way, and you are much more powerful than Xiao Lao'er, but on that part of the road, Xiao Lao'er heard that there are many goblins and ghosts!" You see, usually no one walks on a road for a long time, and within half a year the grass will be full, but the road over there has not been long, who do you say is walking?"

"Thank you, sir......

The old gentleman is undoubtedly well-intentioned.

In these years, there are indeed some people who have true ways to act, but it is one thing to have a way to do things, and they do not necessarily have to be rampant in this world. No matter how high the road is, it only means that they have the ability to walk at night, but it does not mean that they are willing to walk at night. A road that is not easy to walk, even if it is just muddy and dirty feet, is annoying.

Song You didn't want to go often, but he was still willing to give it a try if he walked occasionally.

Then I heard the old gentleman say:

"Haven't you asked where the little gentleman is practicing?"

"It's the juniors who are rude." Song You put down his chopsticks and arched his hand, "In Lingquan County, Yin Yang Mountain."

"I'm afraid it's the Immortal Cave Mansion."

"I can't talk about it, I don't dare to do it."

"Mr. Little...... But there have also been cases of children losing their souls?"

"I've heard of it, too."

"Is it also a soul calling over there?"

「……」

Song You stopped and thought about it-

Yizhou is actually also called a soul, but the shouting method is different, the details are different, and it is essentially the same truth.

….

It's just that the old gentleman specially asked like this, and only asked after telling himself the way to Pingzhou, obviously not wanting to know if he also has a local method of calling souls.

In fact, this kind of folk gentleman does not practice spiritual law, does not know magic, and solves such things by relying on the experience and knowledge passed down from generation to generation, which is the ability they rely on to survive. Don't be disgusted. This kind of skill is naturally not as powerful as orthodox magic, but it is easy to learn and obtain, simple and useful, and I don't know how many things I have helped the people solve, and it can be called a sentence of immeasurable merit.

A cat that catches a mouse is a good cat.

So Song You really thought about it.

"I don't know much about it, but in addition to calling souls, I have indeed heard that there are folk gentlemen in my hometown who use other methods."

"Can you tell me about it?"

"I wonder if there is a small temple here? The mountains and fields are idle, and they must be sealed by the court."

"They don't have it in their village, and we don't have it in our village."

"Is there one in the county?"

"There is a Taoist Buddhist temple in the county, and there are many gods worshipped."

"That's not going to work."

"How?"

"Great gods are hard to find, and they can't be found. The wild gods are unreliable, risky, and impossible to find. The minor gods are mostly empty images, and they are useless. It's best to find a local god who is famous in only one county, and who has been rewarded by the imperial court." Song You said to the old gentleman, "We have a gentleman in Lingquan County who does this, and builds a small temple for this god in the village, which is not too big, three feet high, and calls the villagers to worship every New Year's holiday, but the gentleman himself goes to a stick of incense every three or five days, and every time he says a few more words, he is familiar, and the next time he asks for something, it will be much more convenient than ordinary villagers."

"This is ......"

"It's a bit of work, but it's a good thing. After raising, every time

Whether it's a lost soul, or a little ghost, or an evil thing or monster in the house, you don't need to do anything else, just go to the temple and put incense on it, and wait for the other party to manifest the spirit, and you can be cured."

Song You paused: "And if it doesn't work......

"What if it doesn't work?"

"It's not easy for villagers to farm land, how can incense support idle spirits?" Song You said with a smile, "This kind of thing should still be explained to the Divine Monarch Master, and I think the Divine Monarch Master will understand it."

"Still doesn't work?"

"Smash him."

Say it casually, loudly.

The host of the auditors was shocked.

The old gentleman also took a breath, his eyes widened, and then he pulled his beard, but fell into thought again.

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