Eat the incense of the world, I am actually the underworld

Chapter 170 The Hero Draws His Sword
"Sit tight, let's go—"

With the sound of starting the boat and shouting, the old boatman raised the long punt pole and gently supported the river bed. The ferry boat with a dozen people sitting on it, like a willow leaf, waved lightly and rowed towards the center of the river.

As soon as the expert makes a move, he will know if there is any.

As soon as the old boatman showed his skills, the passengers who were a little uneasy at first felt a lot more at ease.

When the ferry sailed out of the remote river bank, the river suddenly became lively.

There are yellow duck boats with single oars and no sculls, colorful boats for rafting and singing, fishing boats full of cormorants, and merchant ships with sails... I don’t know how many there are.

It was rumored that Chengye's trouble with the water demon seemed to have never happened.

Looking at the broad river, Mo Chuan felt different emotions.

As an out-and-out landlubber, he seldom touches rivers and lakes, and the closest contact he has is just walking barefoot on the beach.

So looking at the wide river, I felt a little timid in my heart.

This made him laugh heartily.

If Taoism has spirit, the art of drinking water will definitely disgust him.

"Hey, hey... we're going to hit each other!"

Just as he was thinking wildly, there was a sudden exclamation from the boat. Following the sound, he saw a big ship rushing towards him.

It looked amazing.

However, based on Mo Chuan's eyesight, the speed of the two would not collide at all.

"Don't panic! Don't panic! I can't hit it!"

Sure enough, the old boatman did not take any evasive action, and while speaking to appease, he allowed the two boats to cross each other.

"call--"

The passengers breathed a sigh of relief, but the real danger came quietly, and the ferry suddenly bumped under their feet.

The regular passengers on the boat grabbed the hull and resisted silently.

As for the new customer, his face was pale and he yelled.

"Heavenly murderous beard, drive the reincarnated egg to the sky."

The old boatman muttered and cursed, poled the boat with both hands, and stabilized the boat.

It turned out that this turbulence was caused by the ferry riding on the rudder line of a merchant ship, commonly known as a string of bells.

At this time, the water situation is the most complicated. The best way is to tie the rudder and not to bend the water. When the water subsides, the crisis will resolve itself.

The ferry has no rudder, and it all depends on the boatman's long pole. It looks wobbly, and it didn't take long for the ferry to cross without any danger.

Mo Chuan didn't know water skills, but he also saw some real skills, and praised: "Old man, good work!"

Probably seldom praised by others, the old boatman smiled openly, and all the wrinkles on his old face spread out.

"Master Dao praised me, not to brag about him. We boarded a boat with my father when I was eight years old, and we have been on the boat for thirty years. This is not a skill. When we turn around and the ghosts don't scream, that's when we realize our real skills."

"Is it a ghost?" Mo Chuan looked suspicious.

"It's a dangerous shoal with countless eddies and hidden reefs. When you walk up it, there are whirlpools and bubbles, squeezing each other like a millstone. If you step on it inadvertently, no matter how big the ship is, it will be crushed to the bottom of the water."

"Yo, that sounds dangerous!"

"No!"

"Then how do we get here?"

"It's not difficult to say, it's not easy to say it's simple, just wading through it with the whirl wheel."

While chatting and talking nonsense, the ferry went down the river.

But with a few words of small talk, Yancheng has already been left behind, and he is no longer seen.

The number of boats on the river has also gradually decreased, and there are only a few merchant ships at the end of the field of vision, like a lonely ghost.

The ship was full of passengers, who experienced the initial bumps and gradually got used to it.

Someone looked around and whispered;

Some people closed their eyes and fell asleep.

While chatting, Mo Chuan gradually warmed up with the old boatman.

"Old man, Pindao saw many merchant ships offering sacrifices on the pier. I heard that the Chengye River is haunted by water ghosts recently. Is there such a thing?"

As soon as this remark came out, the ferry suddenly stopped.

The passengers on the ship looked over curiously or in horror.

"Hey, it's all just rumors!"

The old boatman waved his hands and smiled, while adjusting the hull of the boat with a pole, he talked eloquently:

"There are three kinds of hardships in the world. Running a boat to beat iron to grind tofu, where is there no shipwreck in this Chengye River, and which month is there no shipwreck? Could it be that the water ghosts made trouble?"

"Then the theory of water ghosts must be groundless, right?" Mo Chuan asked curiously.

"Master Dao doesn't know something. A few days ago, the Chengye River swelled and changed drastically. Many old masters suffered a lot, so how can novices survive? Isn't it common for Guan Gong to choose his robe when the prince ascends to heaven?"

——These "the prince ascends to heaven" and "Guan Gong picks up the robe" are taboo words for boatmen.A ship sank and its cargo was damaged, and a pole fell into the water.

"It's not the flood season, why is the water rising?"

"Hey, it's not the fault of Huitong Temple!"

The old boatman sneered coldly, and an exclamation came from beside him: "Boygong also knows about Huitong Temple?"

Looking around, it was a farmer, who heard the familiar place, and interjected excitedly.

The old boatman said with a smile: "Look at what my brother said, we use the ferry to pick up passengers from all over the world, and the news is well-informed!"

Another middle-aged man wearing satin and looking like a wealthy businessman interjected curiously: "Hey, what happened to Huitong Temple? Why is it related to Chengye River?"

The old boatman didn't speak, but the farmer's saliva was flying all over the place with excitement.

"I know this. I am from Fenghe County. Let me tell you, this is a big event in the ten miles and eight towns of Fenghe County."

"It is said that the old bald donkeys in the Huitong Temple who ate coriander did a bad thing that angered the sky and the people complained. They angered the Dragon King of the Sea and flooded the temple overnight. You don't know. , that is flooded for thousands of miles, flooding to the base of the city wall of Fenghe, destroying thousands of miles of fertile land..."

When the peasant man mentioned the excitement, he subconsciously stood up and gestured.

It wasn't until the ship shook that his face turned pale in fright, and he sat down quickly.

"Yeah, is this really the case?"

"I can still lie to you, if you don't believe me, ask the locals."

The farmer pointed to the ship full of passengers.

No, most of the dozen or so passengers looked blank.

The apparently blocked news channels made it unclear even about the affairs of the nearby counties.

However, some people replied: "I've heard people say about this! However, I heard that this is a master of Huitong Temple who crossed the catastrophe and was flooded."

The farmer said: "Why is the flood so severe that it not only destroyed the Zen temple, but also flooded the monk Futian?"

Without waiting for the farmer to quarrel with others, the businessman who asked the question sighed: "So, the flood in the Chengye River is caused by the flood that flooded the Huitong Temple?"

The old boatman replied: "That's right. Around the end of the year, there was neither snow nor rain. Apart from the flood, the old man really couldn't think of any other reason?"

Mo Chuan, who had been chatting enthusiastically, closed his mouth.

Subconsciously, he turned his head and looked at the unobstructed river, expressionless, wondering what he was thinking.

"Once a hero draws his sword, it will be another ten years of calamity for the common people!"

The merchant sighed slightly.

Mo Chuan narrowed his eyes and became more silent.

"What does this mean?"

The farmer asked subconsciously with a blank face.

"It's nothing, I'm just lamenting the Sea Dragon King's crimes!"

"Speak carefully!"

The old boatman who had always acted like he was neither in a hurry nor in a hurry, suddenly became anxious and hissed non-stop.

It was the sound of Sea Dragon King, which violated the taboo of boatmen.

"Hey, you can't say that! Huitong Temple has tens of thousands of acres of fertile land. When a flood came down, the temple was gone, the land deeds were gone, and the county lord was beheaded. I heard that those fertile fields will be re-divided to us. What about the common people!"

"Is there still this?"

"I don't know too well, I heard people say so. It is said that the new master is a scholar, and he wants to make a small contribution to the mu...Anyway, it probably means dividing the land."

"That's it!"

The businessman nodded, and then asked some more details, and then stopped talking.

Mo Chuan had long lost interest in talking, and sat alone on the bow of the boat, looking at the water in silence.

(End of this chapter)