By the time Yi Shuyuan came out of the City God Temple, it had already been more than an hour.

When he came, two Japanese patrol envoys were waiting at the gate of the temple, and when he left, it was the county god of Yuanjiang County who personally sent him out to Changqing, and the two chatted while walking, until they reached the temple gate.

"Okay, I don't need to send it to Mr. Xiang, thank you all in Yuanjiang County for solving Yi's doubts today, and giving advice to Yi, Yi Shuyuan is grateful!"

Yi Shuyuan sincerely thanked him and bowed to Xiang Changqing, but the latter did not dare to slack off and immediately returned the salute.

"Mr. Yi is polite, if there is anything, Mr. can come here to find me at any time!"

"Definitely! Then I will take my leave today! ”

After saying this, Yi Shuyuan put away his hand and gradually walked away under the eyes of Song Changqing, the old city god.

Watching Yi Shuyuan's back disappear on the street, Song Changqing frowned slightly and slowly stretched, this person is really a mystery......

In the end, Song Changqing didn't ask why Yi Shuyuan came to Yi's house to be such a Yi Shuyuan, maybe it really has another meaning, and it is better not to mention it rashly if the other party doesn't say it.

Thinking so, Song Changqing glanced at where Kuo Nanshan was, and after thinking about it, he decided to meet Huang Hongchuan at night, and after deciding this matter, he turned around and walked back to the temple, but before stepping into the temple gate, he also looked up at the drunken guest building.

At this moment, it is not early, and the streets outside the temple are already very lively, and there are more pilgrims inside the temple.

In the private room of the drunken guest building, last night's wine and food had already been removed, and the hangover friend had already asked someone to carry it to the inn, but there was more light porridge on the table, because Chu Hang was still here.

Chu Hang waited for more than an hour, his patience was almost exhausted, and he really saw Yi Shuyuan coming out of the temple, and after seeing Yi Shuyuan say goodbye to an old man, he was subconsciously attracted by the old man and guessed who the other party was.

Unexpectedly, the old man suddenly looked up at this side, so frightened that Chu Hang hurriedly squatted down from the window, and when he raised his head again, the person was already gone.

After hesitating again and again, Chu Hang settled the bill, came to the City God Temple again, bought three sticks of incense, and entered the temple with other pilgrims, this time he not only paid attention to the other pilgrims, but also frequently looked at the statues of the gods in each hall when he had some kind of guess in his heart.

In the end, Chu Hang came to the City God Hall again, and when he entered the hall, he subconsciously looked up at the City God statue, only to feel that his body was overpowered, and a tingling sensation rushed from his heels to the top of his head.

Chu Hang naturally didn't see the old man's appearance clearly, but his dress and demeanor were like a god in Chenghuang, that is, he didn't wear the conspicuous crown of Tongtian.

Chu Hang swallowed his saliva, sincerely bowed to the statue of the city god, and then put on the incense and left immediately, which had too great a psychological impact on him.

That Mr. Yi is by no means as simple as being able to see ghosts and gods!

At the same time, a sense of excitement rose in Chu Hang's heart, this time he finally met a master with real skills, right?

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On a wonton stall on the side of the road, Yi Shuyuan was eating steamed buns with wonton soup, and he also watched Chu Hang pass by the roadside, watching him step on his feet from time to time to look ahead, probably thinking that he Yi was in that direction.

Yi Shuyuan smiled casually, and didn't stop Chu Hang's idea at all, this thing was evaluated by Wu Minggao as a proper problem child.

Swallowing the steamed bun in his mouth and taking a sip of wonton soup, Yi Shuyuan looked at the clear soup without a single wonton in the bowl and fell into deep thought, the heat rose little by little like smoke, and faintly, the reflection on the soup noodles seemed to become hazy and chaotic as his thoughts changed.

"Whew~"

Yi Shuyuan blew the hot air, and there were ripples in the clear soup, and then he brought it to his mouth and drank the wonton soup, which tasted it.

"Shopkeeper, can you add a little more salt to this soup?"

The man who set up the stall glanced at Yi Shuyuan, pretending not to hear, Yi Shuyuan didn't care, didn't say anything more, finished eating the steamed buns and drank the soup, left the money and left.

The stall owner went to collect the penny on the table while muttering.

"Everyone has it, buy a steamed bun and ask for a bowl of soup, but the soup is too light......"

Yi Shuyuan in front of him just didn't hear it, and walked quickly in the direction of the county office, and suddenly smiled as he walked, whether his skin had become thicker, or his mentality was different when he entered the Immortal Dao, maybe it was a little bit wet!

Maybe it's because although the doll's matter is troublesome, at least it can be regarded as eyebrows, Yi Shuyuan is obviously in a good mood, and he has a faint smile on his face when he goes back.

As he was walking down the street, a shout attracted Yi Shuyuan's attention.

"Sell fans, sell fans, group fans fold fans and pu kui fans, it's hot after a while, and everyone who walks by comes to see it~~~"

Fan?

Yi Shuyuan's heart moved, and he walked to the street vendor over there, and when he saw someone coming, the vendor greeted him warmly.

"Hey, this son, look at the fan, there is a good folding fan here, you see this, the red sour branch is the bone, the special rice paper is the fan surface, there are famous calligraphy and paintings on it, it is definitely the first choice for literati!"

Yi Shuyuan picked up the fan and smelled it, and slowly unfolded it, the fan was done decently, but the so-called famous calligraphy and painting are obviously exaggerated, and it can only be said that the writing is neat and the painting is decent.

"Well, look at this again, the bamboo is the bone lacquer paper for the surface, thick and elegant!"

The vendors are very eloquent.

Yi Shuyuan picked up the fan, looked at it in his hand, and turned it around, then unfolded the fan, and a little black paper scum actually fell from the pitch-black fan, and the black of the fan was also mottled with a little white......

The vendor quickly took a fan with no paper.

"This handful, made of fragrant wood overlapping, exquisite workmanship, lingering fragrance, you can use it yourself or give it to your favorite talented woman! Oh yes, if you want to give it to a beautiful woman, you can also take a look at the group fan here! ”

The fan has no paper, it is all thin pieces of wood, and it is also very small, but the aroma is more like the smell of fat powder.

"This son, which one can you like?"

Yi Shuyuan put down the small folding fan in his hand and shook his head, he thought these fans were good, but they all felt almost meaningful.

"I haven't seen anything I want to buy yet."

"Here, what kind of fan do you want, guest officer? I'll help you find it next time! ”

Yi Shuyuan's eyes were slightly closed, and his eyes flickered, and he vaguely sketched the shadow of a fan in his heart while thinking, but he couldn't depict it, so he could only shake his head again.

"I can't tell......"

"This ......"

The vendor was speechless, and he wasted so many words, if he hadn't seen the person in front of him who was dressed plainly but had an extraordinary bearing, he would definitely not give a good face.

Yi Shuyuan also knew that he was wasting other people's time, so he picked up the fan at the beginning and said.

"How much is this one?"

The stall owner immediately smiled.

"The guest officer has a good eye, I think the guest officer is also a gentleman who knows how to fan and recognize the fan, and this red sour branch fan is two hundred ......."

Before the stall owner finished speaking, Yi Shuyuan had already put down the fan.

"I still feel that the weather is still cold, and it is not appropriate to use a fan, forgive me!"

Yi Shuyuan said sorry and then turned around and left, what are you kidding, ten or twenty wen, you can barely support it, even if you have two hundred wen, it is not satisfactory.

As soon as he left, the smile of the fan stall owner froze on his face, it didn't have to be two hundred yuan, he could bargain......

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The sky was getting dark, the sunset was thin, and a guest from outside the mountain temple of Kuonan Mountain surprised Huang Hongchuan, so that he immediately appeared and walked out of the mountain temple quickly.

"Xiang Chenghuang?"

The figure outside the temple turned out to be the city god of Yuanjiang County, strictly speaking, a small half of Kuonan Mountain is in Yuanjiang County, but these two great gods are in charge of their own affairs, and even the ghosts, gods, mountain monsters and the like under their hands can't be seen once in a hundred and ten years, let alone visit in person.

At this moment, the city god was arching his hand towards Huang Chongchuan, and he also looked at the broken mountain temple at this moment, not only the roof was opened, but even the statue of the god was split to half of his body and blackened, and this mountain god didn't take his priesthood seriously.

"Huang Gong! Your mountain temple seems to be in great trouble, right? ”

Hearing Chenghuang's somewhat ridiculous words, Huang Hongchuan also sighed.

"Hey, it's a long story, please come in!"

After Huang Hongchuan returned the salute, please Xiang Changqing to enter, his mountain temple did not have the style of the City God Temple, and now it is completely like a broken temple, but the two of them obviously don't really care about this, so they entered the temple and spoke to Changqing.

"Does Huang Gong know why I'm here?"

Huang Hongchuan probably guessed the reason.

"Mr. Yi should have been to Xiangchenghuang, right?"

The old man nodded.

"Yes, Mr. Yi and I discussed the reincarnation of the mountain stone, but what I want to talk about is not this, dare to ask Huang Gong if he knows the origin of this immortal master?"

Huang Hongchuan smiled.

"The master is indeed a master, but the origin, how can Lord Chenghuang not know that the tomb of Mr. Yi's parents is still on the mountain, and it is the Yi family in Naxihe Village......."

"Hey!"

Huang Hongchuan frowned.

"Why are you laughing at Chenghuang?"

The old city god smiled and shook his head.

"I also said that you know Mr. Yi's origin, and I don't know if I don't think about it."

"What do you mean by that?"

Huang Hongchuan immediately asked, and the old city god looked at the mountain scenery outside the temple.

"There is no mortal like Yi Shuyuan in this Xihe Village, and it doesn't even exist in the book of life and death!"

Huang Hongchuan's eyes widened for a moment, his face was full of disbelief, but when he recalled that Yi Shuyuan's various things didn't seem to be fake at all, his thoughts were confused for a while.

"But he doesn't even know some of the foundations of the Immortal Dao......"

The old city god looked at Huang Hongchuan.

"I really don't know? Mr. Yi meditated in the Yuanjiang County Yawen Library, attracting the aura of the heaven and earth in my Yuanjiang County, the sun and the moon, if I didn't know that he was there, I thought there was a big demon! ”

"Mr. Yi is extraordinary when he enters the Tao, maybe he has his own miracles, and he can feel his sincerity when he talks to him......"

Huang Hongchuan will have some hindsight, and look at Xiang Changqing, who also has a serious face.

"And Huang dares to say that Mr. Yi's heart is naturally at ease, and he must have a way to cultivate!"

"It's nature!"

After contacting Yi Shuyuan, of course, I can feel a thing or two from his state and conversation, and it is impossible to be wrong about this point of cultivation, but Chenghuang originally came to solve it, but I didn't expect the doubts to be even greater, and the two discussed for a long time, and also talked about things like the memories of people and ghosts in Xihe Village.

At this moment, Huang Hongchuan suddenly thought of a possibility, his heart jumped suddenly, and an electric feeling made him tremble slightly, and he looked at Chenghuang who was frowning and thinking.

"To Chenghuang, you say...... Is there a possibility that Mr. Yi is the son of Yi Sheng, the brother of Yi Baokang, and he was originally from Xihe Village......

"There is no way, I can be wrong, and the book of life and death can still ......"

Cheng Huang's words came to an abrupt end here, he seemed to understand what the mountain god was talking about, and looked at the inexplicable expression on Huang Hongchuan's face, who nodded slightly.

"If, if the book of life and death cannot carry ......"

"Yi Shuyuan once said that he was determined to be free in the red dust, and he also said that madness is like a dream and a fantasy, and the dream is like a lifetime before and after, as soon as he seeks to enter the Dao, he may be in the immortal road......"

Huang Hongchuan recalled all kinds of contacts with Yi Shuyuan, and said these in a muttered voice.

"Is it game red dust? Or is it a dream to forget, or is it a ......"

The old city god is also imagining at this moment.

The two gods were silent for a long time at this moment.

"Hey, don't think about it! Go and see the rock, and see if it is hopeless with the eyes of your god of the underworld. ”

Huang Chongchuan said a little stunned, no matter how much they thought about it, there was no result.

Chenghuang nodded, and followed the mountain god to the stream with a somewhat excited and complicated mind.

When the two gods really arrived at the stream, watching the trickle falling on the rocks, Xiang Chenghuang finally sighed after a long time.

"This ink shape does not scatter and does not disappear, it is not a vast rhyme and cannot be left, and my generation cannot measure it!"

Chenghuang was talking about the ink on the stone, but not about the vitality of the doll, because there was no need to say more, just in the past such a short time, the stone watered by the spring water actually bred a little bit of almost invisible spiritual light in that ink rhyme.

Huang Hongchuan smiled, not as entangled as he was just now.

"Isn't it a good thing that there is one more person in heaven and earth who is such an unfathomable righteous path?"

Xiang Changqing suddenly looked at Huang Hongchuan.

"Huang Gong woke up the people in his dreams with a word, indeed, prosperity on the right path is the blessing of the common people, why bother to get to the bottom of the problem and dislike it!"