A white mist.

The small groups of elves gathered in the sky twisted their bodies to look at the people on the ground.

Until the group crossed the wooden bridge, Li Shuishan thought of the middle-aged people he had met here, and the propaganda pharmacy over there was also closed, and the thick aroma of medicine was gone.

Calculated well, today is a bad day, and it is exactly what Qingshui City calls a disaster.

The children who had not yet come out of the fruit, and the slightly older ones were holding a shriveled belly and touching their bumpy cheekbones. Dragged a long mud mark on the side of the street, holding half a small tray with a clean bottom inside. They licked their tongues, touched their palms, and counted a few small dried fruits.

Kneel down the street and beg.

The poor farmers who planted crops had left some of the food that had been left behind, and there was nothing left of the locusts in the sky.

It has been said that the locust appeared irregularly and as if it had wisdom, it walked in the huts of farmers who planted crops on the side of the street. Watch as people put on the lid that seals the grain and then sweep it away, leaving not a grain of grain behind.

This lasted for several years.

These locusts have a bloody energy all over their bodies, their thin wings are open, narrow and tough, their hind wings are wide and soft, and they are agile. Rush to come and rush to leave.

this day.

In the crowd, a few big words read: Idlers avoid.

They dragged a huge box and cattle and sheep to worship, which was the only way to get to the temple.

On this road, the weeds were cleared, and the fallen leaves of the trees were swept aside. The people of Qingshui City still prefer to make roads out of bluestone, with square wooden signs next to the road and a small lake behind them. The rainwater that fell slowly flowed to the shore through the gap in the bluestone and into the river.

Several of them followed them with a relaxed step.

A group of people in front of him walked slowly, and there were writhing jokes jumping on the cart, and the children were holding the grain ears in their hands, which made Li Shuishan feel a little superstitious, but he didn't have the kind of tribal totems he saw in the book, and he was not allowed to say colloquialisms and foul words to the creatures he believed.

The bamboo spirit behind patted Li Shuishan's shoulder and said, "I think there may be some creatures similar to me here. I just don't know where to hide?"

"Do you really feel this way?" Li Shuishan had never seen a more magical existence than the bamboo spirit. She can occupy a person's body, and in his body, there is the same breath of life as a human.

"Maybe I should learn more about these things. Li Shuishan felt that if the storyteller was separated from him this time, he was afraid that many things he encountered would need to be dealt with by himself, and no matter how dangerous he was, he would put his life in great danger. But now that I think of Xiaoyun's incident, I still feel a little uncomfortable.

The road to the temple walked for nearly an hour, and the wind blew, making Li Shuishan tremble, after all, the weather was almost close to winter, if you want to freeze yourself to death, you only need a cold winter snow, and you are like a sausage, hanging in the air to dry.

There is a presiding officer of the temple, wearing a large yellow robe, sitting on a disc in front of the door, holding a small iron pestle in his hand, and walking in one by one to see the gods enshrined in the temple.

The immortal was blocked behind a door, and his hands were closed in the open air. Looking at his big ears drooping, there are some Buddhist faces. But this is a Taoist tradition, with a light veil and a small gourd in his hand.

The small gourd is long, and the small gourd is short.

The small gourd has big eyes.

The old dwarf man in the back sang like this.

It is precisely because of the dwarf old man's short stature that his eyes seem to have tears in his eyes, his eyes are open like beads, he is warm, and he shows a gentle face, which is extraordinary. His five little fingers were curled into a ball, and his fist could hold half a small bowl. Looking at the visitors on the yellow mat, his eyes moved. If you look at it twice, you will know who can and can't enter, so as not to make the gods enshrined inside unhappy.

This Lao Yao said that his father had taken a paper talisman here and burned it to his mother, who had been exposed to evil spirits, so that her remaining nightmares would dissipate. It can be seen that this temple is a little beautiful, the people are thriving, and the incense lamps are continuous. And the mountain behind this small temple is faint, not far away, if it looks like a cloud. It's like a small island of fire in the dust, stopping in order to evoke the small boats that come and go.

But it is really more than a few hundred zhang of the hill, and it stands taller than every mountain that Li Shuishan has seen, but it is not big to see the outline, covered with a veil, and the peak is strange and varied, like a sea rhyme painting screen, rolling up the rocks.

The dwarf old man held the small gourd to his mouth and sent an unknown liquid into his mouth, like wine, and like fragrant and elegant herbal tea. When he drank it in his stomach, he just opened his throat and went straight to his stomach. The drinking posture is a little embarrassing, but from a distance, I still feel that the little boy is holding a teapot and drinking......

Li Shuishan looked a little confused, doesn't this dwarf old man have no tongue?

Yao Feng put it in Li Shuishan's ear and said, "This dwarf old man who is not big or small is the most famous in this temple. At that time, when Chu Shuiguo was not yet founded, he came here, and the emperor personally came to invite him. He just waved his hand and rejected the royals. ”

"People don't envy vanity, fame. It's just that Anxin has taken root here, drinks something from a gourd every day, and then silently looks at the visitors here. If there is something he likes, he can give a few pointers, and if he doesn't like it, let people avoid it and not be allowed to enter it. ”

Li Shuishan's suspicious appearance made the dwarf old man glance at him, and then lowered his head, "Can ordinary people go in?"

Yao Feng nodded. Li Shuishan thinks that he is no different, those who dress very ordinarily, this simple like a small peasant who ploughs the field, the scroll he carries behind his back makes him add a little more elegant atmosphere, and the style of walking is biased towards the ordinary Sven.

When everyone in front of them walked in, and it was Li Shuishan's turn to be the first in line, the old dwarf man stretched out his palm to stop him. He was nervous in his heart, could it be that this dwarf old man meant something to himself, or that he was a little unhappy?

The old dwarf man had a single pair of eyelids, pouted and said, "The book on your back can be placed elsewhere, but you are still not allowed to bring books in here." Lest the people inside think that you have any bad thoughts, a literati is a literati, and a thief is a thief. ”

Li Shuishan was a little unhappy in his heart, the thief couldn't talk nonsense. He looked at his appearance from beginning to end, and he also found out what kind of obscene temperament he had, and of course he wouldn't steal some other people's things and put them in his bookshelf.

"There's nothing strange about me here. Just some useless scrolls. ”

"It's useless?" he said, his eyes scornful.

"Stay with me, as a tool for me to pass the time, if I am happy, I will reward you with a note to keep you safe. ”

Li Shuishan was a little unhappy in his heart, these things were his favorite, if he gave them to others so casually, wouldn't it be a big joke for himself.

Yao Feng helped round the field, "This small bookshelf, Mr. will help take care of it." Although the contents are poor, they are also relatively important to a few of us. I hope that the seniors will not be held accountable. ”

The dwarf old man didn't ask any more questions, and watched Li Shuishan put down the bookshelf on his back.

The storyteller didn't know what kind of wind he smoked and said to the old dwarf, "Have you seen my book?"

The old dwarf looked up at the storyteller, "What book?"

"A time record of the past and the present, there is also a small volume of "The Great Freedom of the Dao" written by Tianlan Zhenren, on which the names of two people are scribbled, one is a water woman, and the other is an extinct real person. ”

His eyes were filled with shock, and he couldn't speak for a while, at this time, the big yellow-robed director in front of the door, seeing that the crowd behind him was moving slowly, got up and walked over, complaining to the storyteller. There was a small bead in his hand, and the bead was engraved with a peony texture, and Li Shuishan's heart was dull, "How can there be a lotus pattern here?"

"Nope. The old dwarf replied, his eyes a little erratic, not knowing what he was looking at.

......

The dwarf old man let them in, only to see a huge stone sculpture of a Taoist.

The expression of the Taoist in this statue is more dignified, and the carving is very concrete and expressive, with extraordinary charm. From the side, his head was slightly raised to look into the distance, the corners of his mouth closed. And if you look at it from the front, you will find that his eyes are slightly drooping, and there is a trace of cloudy tears in his eyes, as if he wants to open his mouth to say a few words.

The small beads he held in his hand were twelve in a string, each with a different pattern, including barley, peony, lotus leaf, and willow bud......

These patterns have a common feature. It is a little boy sitting on top of each pattern, this boy is difficult to find in the eyes of ordinary people, but it can be seen clearly in Li Shuishan's eyes. This is a boy in a Taoist robe, with a round head and a round head. There are three hairs on his forehead, each of which is oriented in a different direction, one pointing northwest, one northeast, and one north.

The north that the boy refers to is to cross the northern part of Chushui Kingdom, pass through the capital, and reach a small stone bridge in Yanbian, which is a desolate place behind it.

If you don't stop along the distance, you can see a ray of light.

There is no living thing in this place, there is no grass in it, just an endless desert.

"I'm thinking a little too far. "Chu Shui has millions of territories, and he doesn't know how many of them are. I only know that there is only one place in Yanbian that is smaller than Chu Shuiguo, and that is Shuizhou Kingdom.

The storyteller looked at him.

Under this statue, a small oil lamp continues, looking at it happily.