Du Yuan was in the stern of the fishing boat, dragged forward by the coast guard boat. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Seeing the land approaching little by little, he said in his heart: If you enter the dock, there will be many people around, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to go ashore. If you call for help directly, it will be difficult to explain clearly for a while, and nine times out of ten you will be arrested as a "bandit spy".

Kankan passed by an outlying island, Du Yuan quietly slipped into the water, dived about four meters, identified the direction, and swam straight over. The coast guards did not notice anything wrong, dragging the empty fishing boats away.

Uncle Crab is fifty-five this year, and he has been begging for a living on the ship. Spend the money you earn, gamble if you can't spend it, and you haven't saved a woman. Three years ago, in Pingtung, Tainan, he followed the boat boss out to sea to pull the net, and was shot in the thigh by the Filipino, injuring his muscles and bones. From then on, the footboard could not grasp the deck, so he went ashore and returned all the way north to his hometown of Guishan Island. Now open a small seafood stall, fry seafood and sell soju for tourists, and you can live alone inside and out.

Early this morning, the crab man came to the beach, and there is a familiar "crab pit" here. The shores of Guishan Island are full of volcanic rocks, and when the seabed was first built, the magma arched all the way up, encountered the icy seawater, and catalyzed each other, forming the effect of a knife and an axe. The topography is very different from the volcanic scene of the inland Tianchi. This "crab pit" is actually a pocket bay, surrounded by dangerous rocks, and cannot be made into a wharf, so few people come. Crab stumbled upon a geothermal surge under the seawater, and the acidity of the sulfur caused plankton to erupt, so a large number of sea crabs gathered, giving Crab an inexhaustible supply of free food. It's autumn, and the crabs are plump, so hurry up and get a few more baskets to sell them at a good price.

Unfortunately, on the edge of the "crab pit" this morning, there was a young man, shirtless, and a pullover cotton shirt hung on the rocks. Under the cool sea breeze, he didn't feel cold. There is also a big crab leg in his hand, holding it to his mouth and sucking it, smacking. When he saw Uncle Crab from afar, he didn't avoid it, and grinned, not like a rotten boy.

After the crab uncle finished collecting the basket, the sun had already risen. So he carried dozens of crabs on his back, walked to the young man's side, and called him to eat at his seafood stall. "Eat raw and have diarrhea. Come with me, stir-fry with ingredients, and some soju. "The business in front of you is not picked up for nothing.

Du Yuan was originally a foodie, whether he was hungry or not was one thing, and whether he was hungry or not was another thing. I just stepped on land, and I was in a good mood. Now that I have been warmly invited by the fishermen, I heard that there was wine, so I didn't shirk it, got up and grabbed my half-dry shirt, put it on my shoulder, and followed the crab uncle.

This seafood stall, because it is cooked by one person, is very small in scale and is still open-air, just behind the small tile house of the crab uncle's house, facing a cliff, a courtyard of 40 square meters, and no fence. The signboard is in front of the house, with four crooked big characters "Fat Crab Old Roast". Compared with street stalls, the difference is that the stove is located in the house, there are few flies, and it is clean. Du Yuan casually found a plastic platform at the back of the house and sat down, pulled his feet out of his sneakers, and put them in the velvet green grass, itching between his toes, which was very comfortable. Uncle Crab went to the kitchen to Zhang Luo, took three fresh crabs and brushed them for a while, even cut more than a dozen knives, the oil in the pot was also hot, threw it in and turned over a few shovels, poured in cooking wine and salt, and served the plate with the fragrance of oil. I fried a fresh clam and brought it out together.

"Eat first, I'll go get the wine. Uncle Crab put down the plate and went back to the house, Du Yuan's eyes had already fallen into the dish. In the past few days, I have been drifting on the ship, and I will nibble on a can when I have nothing to do. The taste really can't be compared to this kind of hot stir-fry. I simply threw the chopsticks and grabbed them directly.

Not far ahead, on the road, a car came and stopped at the door. Du Yuan heard it in his ears and could distinguish the footsteps of the two people, and he didn't mind, just as there was another guest. I was looking at myself, and my mouth was full of joy, when I suddenly heard a quarrel in the room in front of me, and then a crisp sound of glass bursting, which sounded at the same time as the screams of Uncle Crab. Du Yuan pricked up his ears and listened carefully, and the first person said "kindly": "Uncle Crab, I am willing to lose the gambling and repay the debt." It's all a matter of course, don't be so embarrassed. Na, today, if you can't take it out, just take your file. The second person said, "Boss, this stall is too small, the location is not good, and it is not worth much." "Shut up, okay?" "Yes, yes." Uncle Crab received a bottle of wine on his head, but never spoke, only moaned in pain.

Du Yuan stood up and thought about it, this is probably a credit dispute between gamblers, and it may not be appropriate to use it here. He sat down slowly. Last time, in order to save the little mute, I made a big incident, but now that I think about it, I am still a little uneasy, so let's take care of some things. Thinking of this, I suddenly heard an unfamiliar voice in front of the house, "Is there anyone, how to get to Gonglan Palace?"

The voice was not loud, but it startled Du Yuan! "How did this person come here?" I have been engrossed, and not a single grasshopper has been missed within fifty meters. Didn't even notice his footsteps?"

"Yo, what are you doing...... If you have something to say, it's good to say. Who is the boss?" the latecomer was very polite, apparently seeing the violent scene in the house, and spoke out to persuade him. "It's your business!" Ma Zai, who shouted the boss before, scolded, "Get out." Take a slow step and open a bottle on your head. The latecomer sniffled, but had no intention of leaving: "It's a pity, it's a pity, this local wine is really good." It really shouldn't be sprinkled on the ground. This little brother, please bring me a bottle. Ma Tsai was furious, "Okay! Then I'll get you a bottle!"

Du Yuan still pricked up his ears, and only waited for the sound of the broken wine bottle in his head again, and was silent for five or six seconds, but he didn't wait. Intrigued, he left the plastic counter and looked inside through the back window. Uncle Crab squatted on the ground, his hands on the top of his head, and a trace of blood hung on his neck. A shiny middle-aged fat man stood in front of Uncle Crab, but his head was twisted to the door, with a look of disbelief. At the doorway, there was a kneeling man, bent like a shrimp in pain, and pushed his head straight to the ground. And the last comer, with his feet still outside the threshold, holding a wine bottle in his hand, was still polite, "It's hard work." He pulled off the cork, took a sip, and clicked his mouth, "It's not bad." ”

This person is dressed in a slanted green shirt, wearing a jade square scarf on his head, handmade hemp shoes under his feet, and a full set of retro clothes. I was afraid that people would think that the play was insufficient, so I deliberately inserted a whisk in the neckline at the back of my neck. Look at the white and clean face, with three points of baby fat and seven points of natural stay. Du Yuan didn't see how he made a move, but the fat man in the house saw all of them. The fat man also knew how to judge the situation, and when he came back to his senses, he immediately changed his smiling face, and said kindly to the crab uncle on the ground: "If you are short of money, you don't have to rush to pay it back." Now, it won't hinder you from doing business, let's have a drink together another day? Farewell, farewell. The fat man saw that the Taoist priest gave way to him, and he hurriedly clasped his fists and saluted, pulled up the sweaty and grinning horse boy into the car, and disappeared without a trace.

The little Taoist priest entered the house, helped the crab up and looked at the injury, "The skin is open, and the bones are fine." Wash it with wine, and heal it in seven days. Recently, I have eaten less fish and shrimp. Uncle Crab was depressed, and he didn't answer, so he took a bottle of soil and burned it, and stuffed it to the Taoist priest, which was regarded as a thank you. The little Taoist priest hadn't let go of the bottle yet, but now he has a bottle in one hand, looking left and right, and he doesn't know what to do. When the crab saw it, he took out a finished gourd from the bamboo basket, vermilion, and felt like some years. Help him pour the wine into it, tie the waist of the gourd with a fine hemp rope, and hand it to the Taoist priest again. The other party is also polite, and takes it to tie it around the waist. He made a gesture with his hand, "The donor is benevolent, may I ask how to go to Gonglan Palace?"

Uncle Crab looked at him in surprise: "Do you mean Putuo Rock? A small temple, right? It seems that it used to be called a palace." The Taoist priest frowned: "What Putuo, small temple, is it possible that there are monks living in it?" This temple worships the Virgin Mary, and does not live in people. The Taoist priest laughed, "That's right." All the ladies are ordinary immortals, and they are also considered cultivators. It has nothing to do with Putuo or anything. "I don't know, but there is such an incense on this island, and I can't be wrong. Uncle Crab pointed in the direction, the two thanked each other again, and the Taoist priest walked lightly and turned to leave. It was like stepping on a cotton ball under his feet, but there was still no sound.

Du Yuan looked at this kind of body method and was very envious. He has no time to refine his body, but he doesn't have any "light skills", but he just relies on his strong physical functions to avoid danger again and again. So he made up his mind, left two soft renminbi on the table, and chased in the direction where the little Taoist priest left. When he reached a place where there was no one, the Taoist priest walked faster and faster, almost throwing away Du Yuan, who was tiptoeing behind him. Du Yuan couldn't restrain himself, so he simply let go of his hands and feet and ran in stride.

The circumference of this Guishan Island is only nine kilometers, and it is not far to go anywhere. Not long after, a temple appeared in front of Du Yuan's eyes, and the scale was not large. There was a smell of incense, but there was no half of it. When he entered the front hall of the main hall, he found that the little Taoist priest was standing in the dark behind the door, and Mimi looked at him with a smile, "Is it you? Du Yuan didn't know how to answer for a while, and was stunned on the spot.

The little Taoist priest looked Du Yuan up and down carefully, and asked again: "Is it you?" As he spoke, he waved his hand. Without waiting for Du Yuan to answer, a loud roar came from outside the hall: "It's me!" The two turned their heads to look out at the same time, but saw a twisted electric snake wrapped in grass clippings and dust on the ground, rushing towards them with a thunderous momentum. The little Taoist priest raised his foot and kicked Du Yuan away, and he also jumped back with his strength, which was evaded. The electric snake bombarded the mud statue in the front hall, bursting instantly, igniting the yellow flags on both sides, and the hall suddenly became lively, with a sense of battlefield.

This Chun Yufan no longer cares about Du Yuan, jumps out of the hall, and faces the visitor in the bluestone square, and Mr. Zhang Wenchu also stops his footsteps and stands at a distance of twenty meters. Du Yuan looked at it from a distance, the two of them were old and young, one with a black beard and the other was white and clean. His expression was generally solemn, as if Zhong Kui had met Xu Xian.