Seeing the three people leaving, it seemed to be a little panicked, Yi Shuyuan stood in place and wondered for a while, and suddenly laughed dumbly, could they think that they also regarded him Yi as some kind of mountain spirit?

"These three guys are fun too!"

Smiling like this, Yi Shuyuan lifted the bamboo jar of wine and the bag of pastries on the ground, looked around at the mountain road and left again.

About half an hour away from the ancient pine position, Yi Shuyuan found a mountain temple, which stood on a relatively gentle hill, surrounded by a mountain peak, and an open but unknown few large trees to shade the small temple.

Yi Shuyuan breathed a sigh of relief and walked over, the location of this temple is relatively biased, obviously this mountain god is not too eager for incense, of course, it may also be that the people who repair the temple lack hearts.

Walking into the temple gate, you can see that the inside of the temple is as mottled and old as the outside, and there is a faint scent of sandalwood.

There are incense burners and candlesticks on the offering table, as well as a plate of poured tribute, which are some steamed buns that I don't know when to offer, and they fell on the ground and a few on the table, and I don't know if they were picked up by some small animal.

The statue of the god sits on the high platform, the clay statue is still draped in a cloak, it looks very majestic, there is a yellow flag under the beam in the center of the temple to cover the shoulder of the statue, only to the side of the incense case can see the whole picture of the statue.

There were words on the flag, and Yi Shuyuan read it softly.

"Hold the Kuonan Mountain."

Yi Shuyuan walked to the incense case, picked up a steamed bun and pinched it, it was as hard as a stone, it seems that no one has come to worship this mountain temple for a long time, but the mountain temple is definitely not no one to come, because there are traces of fire in some corners of the temple, and there are some firewood piles.

It is possible that the firewood was put by a woodcutter transformed by the mountain god, but the fire should not have been made by him.

Yi Shuyuan lifted the sealed bamboo jar and placed it on the incense table, straightened the offering plate, and put three rice cakes on it.

"A pot of turbid wine, three pieces of rice cakes, talk about the heart."

After doing this, Yi Shuyuan hesitated for a moment and still didn't kneel down in front of the futon like the believers, firstly, he did not have this habit in his two lives, secondly, he did not come to ask God, thirdly, he and the mountain god had a face-to-face chat, and if he said something that may not be self-conscious, he Yi Someone did not think of the kind of friendship that was inferior.

Yes, after coming to this mountain temple, Yi Shuyuan had a feeling in his heart that he could confirm that the woodcutter before was the mountain god.

So Yi Shuyuan just arched his hand towards the idol, and then left, he was at most here to get close, and since the other party didn't want to show up, he didn't need to stay here.

After all, Yi Shuyuan has all arrived here, how can the god of a mountain not know that he is specially here?

When he was about to go out, Yi Shuyuan looked back at the statue of the mountain god and thought to himself, how long can a mortal live?

In a world where there are no high-speed trains, planes, cars, mountains everywhere, pristine road conditions and no shortage of dangers, how far can he go alone?

But Yi Shuyuan thinks that he also has something special, maybe he can get the mountain god to solve his doubts, maybe he also has the opportunity to get a glimpse of the fairy road? Even if it doesn't work, it's not impossible to get acquainted with some gods and ghosts and even spirits.

Walking out of the mountain temple, Yi Shuyuan smiled slightly, his heart was suddenly interesting, and his lips opened and closed and he sang.

"Logging yo~~Get a salary~Live a life~~~A pot of turbid wine~~~Three liters of rice~~~"

The voice is lofty and tactful, no worse than what the woodcutter sang before, and even that leisurely bearing has never fallen, or Yi Shuyuan also has Yi Shuyuan's own heart.

Because he slept under the ancient pine tree, the time has been delayed long enough, since he didn't see the mountain god, Yi Shuyuan planned to go back, Kuonan Mountain is not small, he also extinguished the original idea of going to Shannangang to walk, from the current position, if you go back, it will definitely be dark when you go back to the county seat.

All the way to the mountain song accompanied by a minor key, Yi Shuyuan passed by the ancient pine again, arched his hand towards the big tree and did not stop, humming the song back.

The bag of pastries was not all placed in the mountain temple, but half of it was still in Yi Shuyuan's own place, which was regarded as lunch.

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At the yamen of Yuanjiang County, a figure ran to a courtyard behind the county yamen in a panic, and ran directly to the official office of Wu Minggao, the chief bookkeeper.

Before anyone arrived, the voice entered the room first.

"Uncle, uncle, I'm ......"

"Panicked, what kind of system!"

Wu Minggao raised his head and glanced at the person who came in and interrupted him, the person who came cringed for a moment, slowed down and walked to the table, and said in a low voice.

"Uncle, it rained before, and two friends and I met with strange things in Koonan Mountain!"

"It's raining?"

Wu Minggao glanced outside the door, there seemed to be no rain in the county, it seemed to be a mountain rain, he continued to write the book, and asked casually.

"What's weird?"

"Uncle, let me tell you, not long after my friend and I went up the mountain, it suddenly began to rain in the mountain, and then I met a Confucian student, he took us to a tea shed, the tea was fragrant and refreshing, it seemed to be called Songwu ......"

It turned out that the person who called Wu Minggao his uncle here was Chu Hang, and as he continued to tell, Wu Minggao gradually stopped writing.

Then we were pushed awake, only to find that the tea shed and the old man were gone, and there was only a barren mountain around us, and only the Confucian was still there! At that time, we were a little panicked and invited Confucian to go down the mountain together, but he smiled and didn't come...... Fortunately, I reacted quickly and understood that he must not be human! ”

Wu Minggao looked at his nephew inexplicably.

"Have you really encountered such a strange thing? Could it be that you have been studying outside for a few years and have learned to find your uncle happy? ”

"Oh, uncle, how dare I! By the way, the scholar said that his name was Yi Shuyuan, and he was also from Yuanjiang County, but that must be a reassuring rhetoric for us, he talked and laughed with the old man and talked about tea and poetry, and also talked about the shortcomings of his parents, how could he be a person! Ay? Could it be because of ......"

Chu Hang suddenly exclaimed, he was reminded of his childhood by this incident, he only felt that he had recruited demons, and the more he thought about it, the more terrifying he felt, so that he was a little uneasy.

Wu Minggao was already in a state of distraction at the moment, and his heart was even more wavy, but looking at his nephew's uneasy appearance, he felt like he couldn't cry or laugh.

Chu Hang looked at his uncle with a strange expression, thinking that he didn't believe him, and hurriedly said.

"Uncle, I really didn't lie to you, I don't dare to lie to you!"

"Hehe, I know you didn't lie to me...... Well, you come with me. ”

Saying that, Wu Minggao left the book case and walked out of the door, Chu Hang didn't know why but still followed, and the two walked through the courtyard and corridor in the county office, during which some officials also saluted respectfully.

Soon the two of them came to the location of the library.

Wu Minggao knocked on the door first, but there was no response inside, he gently pushed the door in, and Yi Shuyuan was really not inside.

"Mr. Yi really went to Koonan Mountain......

"Uncle, what are you muttering?"

Wu Minggao had a smile on his face, sighed and shook his head to look at Chu Hang.

"What you met was not a Confucian or a mountain goblin, but a gentleman who helped revise the county chronicles of this county, it was Mr. Yi Shuyuan Yi!"

Wu Minggao deliberately did not say that Yi Shuyuan was a scribe, but used a variety of other words to summarize his work, which made Chu Hang stunned.

"Huh? This...... Is this true? ”

"Am I still lying to you? It's also that you don't know anything from outside, this Mr. Yi is a strange person, his eyes can see ghosts and gods, if what you see in the mountains is indeed him, then the strange thing in the tea shed should be true......"

Chu Hang's expression was inexplicable, people who could see ghosts and gods?

"No, uncle, why don't you seem to believe me! I'm not as good as an outsider ......."

Chu Hang's voice was choked in his throat as he spoke, and his eyes widened as he looked at a corridor where Yi Shuyuan was walking slowly.

"Uncle, uncle, it's him, he's the Confucian student!"

Wu Minggao ignored his nephew's fuss, and smiled and bowed his hand to Yi Shuyuan.

"Mr. Yi is coming back from Koonan Mountain?"

Yi Shuyuan returned the salute as he walked, and when he saw Chu Hang like this, he couldn't help but smile on his face.

"It's from the mountain, Brother Chu, we meet again! Well, I'm neither a mountain ghost nor a monster, hahahahaha......"

"Uh, Brother Yi...... Uh-hehe, hahahaha......"

Chu Hang finally reacted, he didn't know that he had made a big fuss, and he couldn't help laughing out loud while being embarrassed, and he couldn't help but feel very relaxed in his heart.