The phone was finally connected, and it was determined that several people were safely following the crowd down the mountain in an orderly manner, Li Qingshan and Sun Mengmeng were also relieved, the plank road was tortuous, and the space around the corner was more spacious than other places, so the two stopped and waited.

The fog overflowed the mountain, it will take a while to turn over, the position where Li Qingshan and the two of them stand, just can see the fog showing a wonderful posture under the blowing of the wind, sometimes rising, sometimes slowly falling, wandering in the mountains, like a painter splashing ink, making the original mountain into a scene, making a picture of Danqing.

"The green mountains are faintly in the middle stream, where are the caves and clouds?"

Li Qingshan was brought into the artistic conception by this beautiful scenery, and couldn't help but read it, there was a kind of call in the dark, and his hand stretched out of the fence to touch, but Sun Mengmeng stopped this dangerous behavior. There are many legends about fog written in the strange talk codex, and the most memorable passage is that all the mountain spirits who have practiced some Taoism, they operate the method, and they are the essence of heaven and earth between spitting and inhaling, and the majestic aura runs in the body for a long time, and then it turns into mist when it is exhaled, and the practice does not know the years, and over time it gathers in its cave, and then overflows from the cracks in the mountains and rocks, and then permeates the surrounding mountains and forests.

With the development of modern science, many unsolved mysteries have been solved one by one, as an atheist, he naturally will not believe in the apocryphal theory of ghosts and gods in the book. However, it is precisely because of people's curiosity that they will read the books here when they have nothing to do, although they do not believe in the existence of immortals, but they also yearn for the ability to go to heaven and earth, move mountains and reclaim the sea.

"It's really weird weather, and when you talk about fog, it gets foggy, and I don't know where it came from?" Yang Rong was very depressed, there were a lot of people, and she finally came to the end, but she was told by the staff on the mountain that she couldn't go any further, and she originally wanted to take a few videos and send them, and the copywriting was ready, but now she didn't even have a chance to take pictures, so she couldn't help but complain.

"Little girl, don't dare to talk nonsense, this is the white fox lady who is riding the clouds and fog to play in the mountains here, you must not be disrespectful, and you will be punished." This was heard by a local uncle behind him, and he hurriedly waved his hand to prevent Yang Rong from saying any more. There is a fox fairy hall in Longhu Mountain, which enshrines the statue of the nine-tailed white fox Niangniang, the story goes back to the Northern Song Dynasty, the thirtieth generation of Zhang Tianshi meditates in the Three Provinces Hall, suddenly heard the thunder in the sky, the wind swept up, the black clouds rolled and carried the thunder and lightning into the momentum of urging the city, Zhang Tianshi pinched his fingers and counted to know that there was a monster appeared in Longhu Mountain, opened the door and wanted to check it, but saw a woman in a yellow shirt full of scars appeared in front of him, only to see the woman full of pleading, kneeling in front of the door of the Three Provinces Hall, begging Zhang Tianshi to save her and the fetus in the womb.

Zhang Tianshi has a profound Taoism, and naturally sees that this woman in yellow shirt is transformed by a fox spirit who has practiced for thousands of years, and also sees that she is suffering the calamity of the positive fruit, and can't bear the fetus in her womb to suffer this calamity, so she feels pity, and uses the method of concealing the whereabouts of the woman in the yellow shirt, and turns into a woman with peach wood, and the mana drives her to flee to the depths of the mountain, so that the real body can avoid the thunderstorm.

When the thunder tribulation dissipated, the woman in the yellow shirt knelt on the ground and kowtowed, she knew that Zhang Tianshi blocked such a catastrophe for her, and she had been contaminated with great cause and effect, and if she wanted to practice in the future, she would be blocked by the Heavenly Dao, and she might end up dying.

After that, the woman in the yellow shirt and the female white fox lived in seclusion in Longhu Mountain, the fox girl was educated by Zhang Tianshi, familiar with Taoist classics, and cultivated to be more and more sophisticated, and followed her mother to do good deeds in the mortal world, save the dead and help the wounded, the people are grateful for the merits of the fox fairy mother and daughter, so they set up a statue for it in Longhu Mountain, and worship it with incense in the world.

The fog filled the entire valley, and the six of them finally got on the bamboo raft safely at the last moment, and only the sound of rushing water could be heard in the vastness of the sky, and they could not distinguish between east and west, north and south. The master of the pole is experienced, and the two bamboo rafts are fixed side by side on the bank of the river, and masks are also distributed to several people.

"What about the thirtieth generation of Zhang Tianshi? What happened? Sun Mengmeng's beautiful eyes flowed, she was very interested in the story, she held her cheek with one hand, and with some expectation, she tilted her head and asked.

"Hmm...... According to the local uncle, this Zhang Tianshi never went down the mountain again when he was thirty-six years old, and he has never seen his whereabouts in Longhu Mountain, as if he disappeared out of thin air. On the bamboo raft, Yang Rong told everyone the story she had heard. The story is fascinating, and after listening to it, everyone began to speculate in their hearts about the reason for Zhang Tianshi's mysterious disappearance, and they were also moved by the love of the fox fairy mother and daughter.

"The celestial master you are talking about is named Zhang Jixian, Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty gave him the title Jingxu Daoist, and his life experience can be described as a wonderful legend." An older pole master sat at the end of the bamboo raft, took a kettle from his waist and poured a big mouthful of water, wiped the water droplets from the stubble with his big hands, grinned and showed Bai Sen's teeth, and said with a smile.

"Master, can you elaborate?" After listening to the words of the pole master, Li Qingshan completely aroused his curiosity, and slowly walked to him with a bamboo stool and sat down, and the bamboo raft also swayed from side to side, this dangerous behavior caused Sun Mengmeng and the others to shake their heads helplessly.

About the Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain, Li Qingshan also learned about it in the book, inherited the position of Heavenly Master at the age of nine, and was invited by Song Weizong to go out of the mountain at the age of thirteen to kill the evil Jiao, and then created a thunder method, igniting one of the four heavenly masters, Sa Shoujian, but the record in the book is far less vivid than the folklore, sitting next to the pole master, waiting for the following.

"Take advantage of this leisure, then I will nag you, old man, when I was also young, I listened to the ancestors get together to gossip, and told some legends about Zhang Jixian." This pole master's name is Zhang Dexian, who has been ferrying in the Luxi River for more than 30 years, and is now nearly 60 years old, with a strong and powerful body, dark skin, broad shoulders, and a strong man when he was young. After speaking, he picked up the kettle and drank several sips.

Li Qingshan took a closer sniff, the rich aroma of wine entered his nasal cavity, and he was surprised for a while, he didn't expect that this uncle was drinking wine, and the degree was not low, looking at the capacity of this kettle, it could hold at least three catties.

Zhang Dexian smacked his lips, and the aftertaste of the wine stimulated the aroma of the taste buds bursting out in his mouth, and shook his head lightly, with a satisfied face: "Speaking of Jingxu Daoist, I have to mention the pond of lotus flowers raised in the courtyard of the Heavenly Master's Mansion, which opens and closes in the morning, is gorgeous and colorful when it is in full bloom, and the courtyard is fragrant, even on this Luxi River. However, in this pool of lotus, there is a more peculiar, the whole body is purple-gold, since the growth of the formation, has not been opened, three years of the whole lotus has been in a budding state, during which there were disciples curious to break open to see, was blocked by the twenty-ninth generation of heavenly masters, adhering to the natural principle of heavenly law, the disciples in the door to wait with peace of mind. I'm taking a sip ......."

"Dad, drink less, this fog will disperse, don't have more after a while." Hearing this, Li Qingshan and the others realized that these two pole masters were a father and son.

"Don't get in the way, dad knows it."

Zhang Dexian opened the kettle and sniffed it, just put it to his mouth and took a sip gently, obviously it was his son's persuasion that played a role, and then continued: "I remember my grandfather said, at dawn, the Taoists of the Heavenly Master's Mansion were in the morning class, and suddenly heard a loud cry in the courtyard, everyone was surprised, came out to see, a purple-gold lotus flower bloomed, auspicious and auspicious, and the bursts of floral fragrance emitted were intoxicating. Hurriedly picked up the baby, picked the purple and golden lotus flowers of Tuoqi, and brought them into the ancestral hall together. ”

"Gone?" Zhang Qian blinked, a little disappointed, looked at Zhang Dexian, who picked up the wine jug again, and asked.

The story of the future is similar to that recorded in the book, except that after the Jingxu Daoist rescued the fox mother and daughter, he didn't ask anything about Longhu Mountain, passed on the position of Heavenly Master to the next one, and then devoted himself to cultivation. I heard the elders mention one thing, just on this Luxi River, some fishermen can often see a Taoist in a purple robe appearing, as if he is looking for something, some people speculate that he is the thirtieth generation of heavenly master Zhang Jixian. But it's all legends, just listen to them. "Zhang Dexian is an old wine worm, he has to take a sip if he can't say a few words, and the son next to him doesn't dare to open his mouth if he wants to speak.

"Uncle Zhang, your wine smells good, can you give me a sip?" Li Qingshan smelled the wine, and his throat was moist and wanted to taste it.

"Young man, it's not that the old man can't give up this wine, it's just that this wine is strong, ordinary people can't bear it after a sip, and it's not safe on the bamboo raft, my body is trained, and when the fog clears, let's get to the other side, the old man will give you a pot, take it back and drink it slowly."

"Yes, this little brother, my father's wine is really not drunk by ordinary people, and I have to mix it when I drink it before I can swallow it."

Seeing that the father and son tried their best to dissuade them, Li Qingshan smacked his lips and just gave up, fortunately, he could still take a pot home, and then give them some money, he couldn't take other people's things for nothing, but Uncle Zhang's wine was really fragrant, and he couldn't find the second one on the market, which aroused his addiction to alcohol.

"Okay, come back and sit down, see what you're hungry for." Sun Mengmeng looked at Li Qingshan's deflated appearance, covered her mouth and smiled.

"Haha, here it is."

"I ......"

Thump!

Li Qingshan got up in response, didn't pay attention to the soles of his feet, stumbled and fell into the water, fortunately, the water on the bank of the river was not deep, and he was not in a hurry, he paddled his limbs for the first time, turned around and swam to the other end of the bamboo raft, showed the water with a bang, wiped his face, and then put his arms on the side of the bamboo raft.

"Don't move, it's too dangerous, I can come up myself."

"Whew, this water is so cold." Li Qingshan saw Sun Mengmeng and a few people hurriedly walking towards him, his body was unstable, and he was staggering, so he hurriedly stopped it.

"Scared the hell out of you." The moment Li Qingshan fell into the water, Sun Mengmeng's heart also sank suddenly, tears flowed down uncontrollably, and he said angrily, this stinky guy looks very stable, but sometimes he is always out of tune.

"My son is taking a hand together, the river water in this season is still bitterly cold, and if you stay for a long time, you will also fall ill in the strong people." Zhang Dexian and his son stepped forward quickly, working on the water all year round, walking on the bamboo raft with steady steps, and their kung fu was very solid.

"Come, boy, hold on." As he spoke, Zhang Dexian leaned down and stretched out his hand close to Li Qingshan, while his son tightly pulled the belt around his waist behind him.

"Thank you, Uncle Zhang."

Wow!

"Save people......"

Many things in the world often come too suddenly, so that people don't have time to prepare, parting, life and death, are all in it. Just when Li Qingshan was about to pull Zhang Dexian, a huge suction force under the water swallowed it instantly, and the palm of his hand also scratched a deep wound on the bamboo raft, the blood was red on the water, everyone on the bamboo raft was shocked when they saw it, Sun Mengmeng's face was desperate, and he resolutely wanted to jump down, but fortunately, his father and grandmother reacted in time to hug him, so that there was no more tragedy.

It is reported that the Luxi River is four or five hundred meters deep, the river runs through the north and south, surrounding the mountains, the deeper it goes, the colder the water, Li Qingshan was pulled into the depths by the huge force, and the back of the head collided with an unknown species, the severe pain made the body give up the struggle, and the consciousness gradually blurred, and the wound on the palm of the hand was still bubbling with blood, attracting a group of fish to rush wildly. When people's consciousness is about to disappear, all kinds of past events appear in their minds one by one, Li Qingshan's miserable white face showed a smile, even if there is regret in his heart, he has been relieved at this moment, he spit out a breath of bubbles in his mouth, his eyes slowly closed, and his body was gradually buried by the darkness.

The fish smelled blood, swam in groups in the direction of Li Qingshan, the creatures that fell into the water, if they were not salvaged in time, they would be eaten, Li Qingshan was in the dark, falling deeper and deeper, there was no hope of survival, some raw fish swam over and tentatively touched, seeing that there was no danger, they swarmed to eat it.

"Alas......"

While!

In the darkness, a sigh sounded, and the white light lit up behind Li Qingshan at this time, one by one the runes beat around it, and the bell stirred up ripples, scattering the fish, and in a moment, everything was calm, Li Qingshan was dragged by the runes and disappeared with the white light.