Lingxian Zhenjun

Chapter 432 Talk about Wuzhishan in front of the tea stall

"That would be troublesome."

The other party didn't know, so it was impossible for Chen Yuan to continue to ask. Generally, there was nothing to hide when asking about the name of the mountain and the direction, not to mention that the guy had a normal expression on his face.

"Guest officer, wait a moment, I'll go ask the shopkeeper. He has been here for more than ten years, so he might know."

"You don't need to ask, I can hear it." The shopkeeper behind the clay stove over there passed a fire into the stove mouth, patted the dust to get up, and cupped his hands with a smile: "Sir, the little old man is here I haven't heard of it for more than ten years. I'm afraid you heard it wrong in Chang'an. There is only one Wuzhi Mountain here, which looks like a human palm, so it got its name."

Chen Yuan was stunned for a moment, isn't Wuxing Mountain the same as Wuzhi Mountain?

After a while, I figured it out again, the Five Elements Mountain should be called by practitioners, after all, it represents the Five Elements, so I dare not name it randomly, and most of the common people are not well literate, so the names of places and mountains are all based on appearance.

"That's right, what I'm looking for is Wuzhi Mountain." Chen Yuan followed the other person's words with a quick mind, and patted her forehead with a smile: "Ask here and there along the way, and I got the name of the mountain wrong, if it wasn't for the shopkeeper to correct me Come here, I'm afraid I won't remember it for a while."

The tea shed was still noisy, but I heard the shopkeeper and the teacher at the table talk about strange mountain names. They were all men who traveled all over the world, and the roads were boring. Most of them were interested in these strange things.

"That gentleman over there, how do you know about Wuzhishan, and you even came all the way from Chang'an, what's the story here? Why don't you tell everyone about it!"

Over there, the old man in the store looked at the vendor in embarrassment, and then at Chen Yuan. If the gentleman refused to speak, both sides would be unhappy.

Just about to finish the conversation, Chen Yuan put down the teacup on the table beside her, smiled and turned her head to look at the rough men who brought tea to him, "I just heard about it. It is said that Wuzhi Mountain fell from the sky, and then I went to find it." Read the ancient books to see if there is any record."

"Hey!" The old shopkeeper at the side slapped his thigh suddenly: "Sir, you are right, the legend of Wuzhi Mountain flew from the sky. Everyone in our area knows it. It's a story passed down by word of mouth."

"Shopkeeper, don't interrupt, hurry up and go to the stove to help you." After the story was interrupted, a group of elders quit, and what a country old man said was definitely not as good as the teacher's, especially when the other party also translated it. If they read books, there is textual research. In the future, they will tell the story to others, it will save face.

The old man in the store flicked his sleeves and returned to the stove. Chen Yuan smiled and bowed to him. Under the urging of a group of men, he ate naan cakes and drank herbal tea. Be quiet and speak slowly.

"I don't believe in a mountain that falls from the sky. You must know that I am a scholar. How can I believe in such a mysterious thing? But sometimes, when people encounter it, they have to believe it..."

The breeze was blowing the flags and flags of the tea shed, and amidst the jingling camel bells on the road, everyone held their chopsticks and tea bowls, listening to the story Chen Yuan told, and gradually fell into a state of fascination.

"...I looked through several classics, and finally got some evidence. Many years ago, there was no Wuzhi Mountain there. It is rumored that it fell from the sky during Emperor Shun of the Han Dynasty. It said that it had a nose and eyes. That is true. That book It is also recorded in detail in "Hanshu Astronomical Records". I remember this passage: "(Yonghe) Xinsi in February of the third year, see you in Taibai, Wuzi, in the southwest of Yinghuo, and the light collides. Xin Chou, there is a big meteor Like a bucket, it travels from the northwest to the east, is eight or nine feet long, is reddish-yellow in color, and rumbles like thunder.'”

A group of men in the teahouse were amazed when they heard it, and even the guys in the shop were shocked from ear to ear.

"Is that really written in the book?"

The shopkeeper who was burning the stove raised his face and snorted: "This is a word of mouth among us. How can it be false? Let me tell you, Wuzhi Mountain is easy to find, but it is not easy to enter. It is impossible to climb it at all. There are furry people in the legend." A monster with a ferocious face, can eat people, can spit flames, and demon wind."

"Shopkeeper, please don't interrupt, it's okay to burn your fire, let the master continue to talk." The words of a group of men suddenly came over, making the old man shut up, the firewood was buzzing, and he thought angrily: "In the past, you wished for old people to tell stories, but now there are scholars who can tell stories, and the old man will be thrown aside, and it will be difficult for me to speak in the future."

Over there, Chen Yuan couldn't laugh or cry, seeing a group of men staring at her eyes, she had to make up the plot of Journey to the West.

"Actually, what the shopkeeper said is not bad. I read other books and got some content, but it's weird."

Hearing the word bizarre, everyone's ears perked up, and they listened to what Chen Yuan said next.

"... There are indeed monsters in that mountain, but ah, they are not that scary. According to the book, it is a monkey named Monkey King. He has a fierce face and a violent temper, but he is also jealous of evil. Hit the sky!"

The tea shed was full of men who traveled from place to place, and their temperaments were naturally straightforward. When they heard that such a holy monkey was stirring up the sky with a golden cudgel, everyone clapped their hands and applauded.

"But it's a pity that the great sage couldn't support himself alone, and finally calculated and fell into the mortal world."

Chen Yuan combined with that day's Wenzhi and continued: "In the previous day's Wenzhi, it was not that 'the light is bewitching the southwest, and the light is colliding with each other', maybe it was just kicking the alchemy furnace of Laojun.

"The meteor is as big as a bucket, traveling from the northwest to the east, eight or nine feet long, red and yellow in color, and rumbling like thunder." Perhaps the great sage was calculated, was pressed by the mountain, fell from the sky, fell here, and turned into a Wuzhishan. "

The crowd listened fascinatedly, and when Chen Yuan finished speaking and ate the naan bread, they came back to their senses and gave thumbs up one after another: "What you said is well-founded and so mysterious, it really is a good story."

"Yes! I heard that we all want to find Wuzhi Mountain and offer a stick of incense to that great sage."

"What nonsense are you talking about, the Great Sage is not dead, so what kind of incense should you offer?"

The wind blew into the tea shed, and the people arguing about offering incense had to ask Chen Yuan, but when they looked at the table again, people had already gone to Nangkong, and all of them stood up in horror, and even ran outside to look between the roads.

Someone asked the waiter who was not far from the table. The waiter in the shop was so frightened that his lips trembled and he pointed to the money for naan cakes on the empty seat. Look no further.”

The people outside also came back at this time.

"The bullock cart is gone, and there is no shadow of the cart on the road."

"This this this..."

A group of people looked terrified, and no one could speak a complete sentence. The clerk tremblingly held the naan money in his hand and handed it to the old shopkeeper who was working on the stove over there.

"The shopkeeper...here...here."

"Count out nine pieces, string them up, and hang them at the door of the tea shed."

The old man in the shop let out a breath, "Maybe he can also exorcise evil spirits and avoid ghosts."

The clerk complied in a daze, and after hanging up the nine copper coins, he remembered what the shopkeeper had said, hurried to the road, and bowed respectfully towards the west.

……

The forest was sparse and brown on the ridge. At this time, Chen Yuan was walking on the mountainside. The old cow turned into a strong man of two feet and followed behind, looking around from time to time, searching for the mountains like five fingers.

(End of this chapter)