In the evening, Chu Hang and two friends who returned to Yuanjiang County together met again in Tongxin Building, and the three of them ordered a table of dishes, and naturally talked about things during the day while drinking and talking.

"So that Confucian is not a spirit, but a human?"

Zhang Yutong said this, Chu Hang nodded while picking up vegetables, for fear that the two friends would look down on a scribe, and even used the case he had just heard about to throw bricks and stones.

"We can drink the wine slowly, and there is a strange anecdote, do you want to hear it?"

"What's the anecdote?"

"Hey, the night trial ghost of Yuanjiang County will avenge him! Hey, don't think about it first, this matter is not fake, it is what happened a while ago, and everyone in Yuanjiang County knows it! Hey, Xiao Er over there, do you remember the county government avenging the ghost a while ago? ”

The first half of Chu Hang's sentence was said to the two people at the same table, and the second half of the sentence was shouted to Xiao Er, who was delivering food at the other table, and the latter glanced back.

"How can you forget that! I've never encountered anything like this in my life, and the damn bad businessman is still in prison! Everyone said they would go to see it on the day of the execution! ”

Hearing Xiao Er's words, Lu Min and Zhang Yu looked at each other, and then looked at Chu Hang.

"Tell me about it!" "Yes, yes, don't sell it!"

With Chu Hang's narration, the two of them were gradually attracted by the bizarreness of the case, and realized that Mr. Na Yi was not a simple scribe anymore.

Lu Min and Zhang Yutong were a little excited when they heard this, and couldn't help but say.

"Then why don't you invite Mr. Na Yi to come and talk? I'm waiting in the mountains, and it's a fate to meet! ”

"Yes! Why don't you go and ask Mr. Yi? ”

Chu Hang shook his head regretfully.

"My uncle said, people, this is not an ordinary and ordinary stream, in the county government to repair the county chronicle is just a place of interest, the calligraphy attainments can be called everyone, we wait for the pleasure of his child's play, tell me not to disturb him, if this hermit is not happy, flick his sleeves and leave the county office, he will ask me!"

"Brother Chu, you are so ......" "I am so unbearable in the eyes of your uncle......"

"Hey......"

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Yi Shuyuan didn't know that someone was talking about him behind his back, it was already night at the moment, he was sitting in front of the bookcase in the library, writing about what happened during the day, this was not a "serious person" writing a diary, but purely recording mysterious and interesting things, while he was writing, he also realized a new problem, and couldn't help but sigh faintly.

"Hey, when you go out on your own in the future, paper is a big problem."

Yi Shuyuan felt that he would definitely meet many people and things in the future, and he would want to record all kinds of wonderful stories, and there would be more and more paper books in the future, and maybe he would drag a big box, which was really inconvenient.

Thinking about it, Yi Shuyuan felt that he was thinking a little too much, but his mind just couldn't stop, and on the paper at this moment, he also happened to write about the disappearance of the tea shed after waking up, and he couldn't help but move slightly in his heart.

Maybe in the future, I can encounter some mysterious things of the immortals and gods, and I can just solve the sorrow in my heart, thinking so, Yi Shuyuan looked at the mountain stone that served as an inkstone.

Yi Shuyuan gradually became sleepy, and he dozed off in a daze, and when he woke up again, it was already dawn, he raised his head to look at the already bright sky outside, couldn't help but rub his arms, and put on the clothes on his body.

"Shhh.......hhh No wonder I slept so cold. ”

Yi Shuyuan looked at the desktop, put away the things he wrote last night, got up and stomped his feet to move his muscles and bones, and was about to ask Wu Minggao for a leave, since he promised to return this stone yesterday, he would not delay until the next rest.

Wu Minggao naturally wouldn't give this face, Yi Shuyuan said hello, went directly to the street outside to buy some food, and hurried to the mountains.

This time, Yi Shuyuan had a clear goal, so he didn't go in the direction of the mountain temple, and he only looked at Gu Song twice.

Tiangong is beautiful and has good foot strength, and before noon, Yi Shuyuan has already arrived at the edge of the mountain stream.

Yi Shuyuan first drank some mountain spring water in this trickling stream, there was still spring water dripping from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were already dragging up and down the stream, and he didn't find the little strange fish, but there were some crabs moving.

"Forget it, let's give you back the house first, well, I remember this place!"

Yi Shuyuan looked around, came to the drop of a stream, put down the oil-paper umbrella and baggage, turned out the yellowstone that he had used as an inkstone for a period of time from the bag, and placed it in the position where the stream fell.

The stone is roughly the same as it was at the beginning, except that there is always a circle of ink in the center of the dent that cannot be washed off.

When the stone was placed by Yi Shuyuan, suddenly a clear spring hit the depression of the stone inkstone, stirring up a circle of splashes, and even more waves of layers of ink halos, the sun shined, and a shallow rainbow appeared from time to time.

Yi Shuyuan stared at it stupidly for a moment, then stood up on his knees, thinking back to the words of the old man under the ancient pine, he smiled and shouted into the stream.

"Doll~ Your baby house will be put back in its place for you!"

Yi Shuyuan waited expectantly for a while, but there was no response.

There were no special small fish coming out of the stream, Yi Shuyuan suddenly felt bored, and stood for a while before picking up his umbrella and baggage, and walked in the direction of Shannangang.

After Yi Shuyuan left for a while, under the dead branches and rotten leaves somewhere in the stream, a small fish in the shape of a light yellow loach quietly came out, spit out two bubbles on the surface of the stream, and when he saw the rainbow, his tail shook and brought a piece of silt and ran over.

Under the yellow stones, the splashing stream was inky, and the little loaches looked very pleasant when they breathed in.

At this moment, a voice suddenly appeared at the water's edge.

"Ink presses the spiritual platform, wisdom is born...... Providence, creation, you doll is good luck! ”

A man with the appearance of a woodcutter with a weathered face was standing there looking at the yellow stone in the stream and the small fish under the water, the latter retracted back into the stone at once, and the woodcutter looked in the direction of Shannangang.

On the other side, Yi Shuyuan is approaching Shannangang, and he hasn't been here for a while, so let's take a look at his father's tomb today.

But Yi Shuyuan just stepped on Shannangang, but found that someone was already here first, and the woodcutter who was still at the water's edge just now was sitting on a bundle of firewood waiting for him at the moment.

Yi Shuyuan was overjoyed, and walked over to salute with his hands in his hand.

"Yesterday, I was thinking about when I would be able to see you again, and today I will be able to see you, Yi Shuyuan is polite!"

The woodcutter nodded slightly and stood up, only then did Yi Shuyuan realize that there was a bamboo tube at his feet, which was the one he had put in the mountain temple yesterday to fill the wine.

Yi Shuyuan's joy is beyond words, and compared with those believers who pray to God and worship Buddha, he can be regarded as being able to talk to the mountain god face-to-face.

The woodcutter looked in the direction of the mountain stream, moving his muscles and bones, and said slowly.

"You must already know that Yellowstone is a treasure, right?"

How could Yi Shuyuan not know, he walked closer, and his words were very frank.

"I really already know, yesterday there was an old man in the tea shed who told Yi with an anecdote, and because he knew, he returned to his place today, if it was just an ordinary mountain stone, I would have used it directly."

The woodcutter smiled again and sat down.

"You don't just talk about it, you do it, it's rare for a mortal to have such a mind, but what if I tell you that it's not necessarily a good thing?"

Yi Shuyuan frowned and looked at the woodcutter with a puzzled expression.

"Why? Is that doll still holding a grudge against me? ”

"No, as the doll is wise, he will understand that you have great kindness to him in the future."

The mountain god looked in the direction of the mountain stream and continued to speak.

"As the saying goes, the spirit of the water tribe, all those who have aspirations want to turn into dragons, although the doll is shallow, but the spirit is wise and wise, after all, it is a greater opportunity."

"Could it be that if you really cultivate a monster, you will harm people?"

Yi Shuyuan walked closer and looked at the scene in the mountains, and waited for the woodcutter to say the following.

"Naturally not, there are many monsters and spirits in the world, and there are many harmfuls, but in this corner of Kuannan Mountain, I still know it well, and there are few such evils."

In other words, is there actually one here? Of course, Yi Shuyuan hid this in his heart, and he was not so uninteresting to ask it now, and the woodcutter continued to say it.

"Cultivate five hundred years to turn Jiao, Cheng Jiao and then five hundred years of hard work, before you can expect to turn into a dragon's dream, once you jump over this hurdle, the world is vast!"

Yi Shuyuan's interest increased greatly, and he couldn't help but blurt out.

"Is these 500 years a good 500 years, or can there be some discrepancies?"

The woodcutter was slightly stunned, as if he didn't expect Yi Shuyuan to ask such a question, and replied with some tears and laughter.

"This naturally refers to the Tao, if it is really five hundred years to turn into a Jiao, the Heavenly Dao is too merciful! Among them, there are many disasters, if you can't get through, the way is still lucky, and if you are not careful, you will die. ”

"Then there are also talented people who have cultivated profound Taoism at a relatively short age?"

The woodcutter smiled.

"Trees have high and low jade good and bad, just like someone is called a prodigy, Xi Wen is written by such a god as God helps far better than ordinary people, and all things can also follow this way."

Yi Shuyuan secretly wrote it down, while the woodcutter was still talking.

"The doll turns into a Jiao, the mountain stream is not enough to toss, and it needs to be rushed into the place where the water is abundant in the river and Daze."

Yi Shuyuan's heart moved.

"Are you saying that when the doll comes down the mountain, there may be a flood that will cause disaster to the people nearby, and my incident today can be regarded as cause and effect?"

"It is true that he will bear some cause and effect, but it is not when he goes down the mountain, if he can cultivate to that step, he will not be allowed to come to the Koonan Mountain, and the water is so close, there is no need to make a big move, a mountain flood can enter the river."

"But at that time, I couldn't control him, whether it was a blessing or a curse, a virtue or a sin, it is unpredictable, you did not just return the mountain and stone, but left wisdom on it, and what to do with you is not ordinary!"

This is a bit far away, Yi Shuyuan couldn't laugh or cry when he heard it.

"I said, Lord Mountain God, if you don't talk about this in the past, it will be at least a few hundred years later, right? I am Yi Shuyuan and a mundane, how can He De live until that time, and what capital do I have to worry about it? Why don't you go to the stream now and get it back? I can't do that! ”

Yi Shuyuan relaxed a lot, and while chatting with the woodcutter, he actually began to take out snacks from his baggage, rummaging through the pastries while talking.

"People are born ignorant, and so are all living beings, good and evil may sometimes be between a thought, but this thought comes from education, the doll is still just a doll after all, and it does not know right and wrong, good and evil, and learning evil is evil, and learning good is good!"

Hearing this, the woodcutter finally stood up again, and when Yi Shuyuan looked up, he saw the woodcutter standing in front of him with a smile and bowing his hand to him.

"Kuonan Mountain God, Huang Hongchuan."

Yi Shuyuan was slightly stunned and then looked happy, and quickly put down the pastry, clapped his hands, and returned the gift.

"The county official, Yi Shuyuan, Lord Mountain God must know my details."

"Hey, that's right, borrowing flowers to offer Buddha, I brought the wine you gave, don't you mind having lunch together, right?"

"Hahahaha, I can't ask for it!"

The mountain god is extremely free and easy at the moment, and Yi Shuyuan can further develop a relationship with the mountain god of Koonan, so it is naturally difficult to hide his excitement.