I didn't intend to become a fairy

Chapter 56 I'm Not Interested in Swallows Anymore

As night approached, the rain was heavier than during the day, and the oil-paper umbrella was drenched with the dull sound of duk-tuk, which sounded very calming.

Song You thought while walking, walking very slowly.

The technique on the Horseshoe Mountain is really ingenious, even with his cultivation base, he only saw the path and the pavilion, but didn't notice the mystery.

I just feel that the relevant attainments of the decorator must be not shallow.

Of course not necessarily.

There are all kinds of spells in the world, each with its own mystery, just like thousands of kinds of knowledge and countless trades, who can understand everything?

Especially in this world where information is blocked, if you want to make progress after you have reached a certain level of knowledge, you can only see with your eyes, accumulate with time, and comprehend with your own heart.Thousand-year-old gods dare not say that they know the world's mysterious methods like the back of their hands, let alone Song You has only been here for more than 20 years, and there are many methods in the world that he does not know and that Fulong Temple has not recorded.

There is no reason that all things can be broken by profound Taoism. Taoism is Taoism, knowledge is knowledge, knowledge is knowledge, and cultivation is cultivation. Old gods may also be confused by small tricks they have never seen before.

This is reasonable and self-consistent, and it is also a mysterious mystery.

But Song You still thought of someone——

Anqing's "Swallow Immortal".

A few days ago, I chatted with Qingyangzi about Yanxian.

He was the one who asked Qingyangzi.

It is said that this Yanxian has lived in Anqing for many years, and Qingyangzi has only seen him once, but his master had drank several cups of tea with Yanxian.

At that time, we also talked about the Yanxian Pavilion outside the city.

In fact, there is a Yanxian Temple outside the city.

It is said that this Immortal Yan was in Anqing at least before he went to Jiaoguan, and he already had a high level of Taoism at that time. He has not lived for a thousand years, at least he has lived for eight hundred, but everything has its end, and now The growth of Taoism can't keep up with his own weakness. In order to prolong his life, the old Yanxian, who is nearing his end, had to change his way, so he began to seek the way of incense and fire.

Although it is difficult to become a god to be immortal, but one day of incense can last for another day, after all, it can extend life.

Decades ago, there was a severe drought in Xuzhou, and there was no harvest. Yanxian did this to protect the people's livelihood in this peaceful place.Although the weather is not smooth, it is much better than the surrounding counties.Later, there was not enough food, so he turned into countless swallows to bring food and rice from other official warehouses, saving many people.

The people of Anqing appreciated his merits and built a temple statue for him.

This is the Yanxian Temple outside the city, which is now the Datong shop of the Jianghu people.

There are a lot of incense in this temple, and there is also money for sesame oil, but Yanxian asked the abbot of the temple to buy less sesame oil, and used the money to build roads for everyone to walk, and built a pavilion to shelter passers-by.

It can be said that I am really working hard to absorb incense.

What a pity, what a pity...

When Yan Xian took food from the official storehouse, he did not necessarily offend the imperial court, but the imperial court did not like it after all, and this kind of example was even more unacceptable anyway, so he has never been granted by the imperial court.

After all, they are heterogeneous, even if they want to come to Tiangong, they will not be tolerated.

One is concerned with the mortal world, and the other is concerned with ghosts and gods. The combination of the two has resulted in the name of Immortal Yan being limited to Anqing. Even Lingbo, which is not far away, does not have a temple for him.

If he hadn't practiced for thousands of years, and he had to calm the hearts of the people, he would have been given the name of a prostitute temple and evil priest long ago.

"The millennium monster..."

Song You was also a little emotional.

How many thousand-year-old demons are there in this world?
Don't underestimate the word "thousand years".

There are often shadows of thousand-year-old demons in the world's rumors, but except for a few animals and plants that can live for thousands of years, they are mostly rumors and exaggerations.Just like the gods in this world, it is said that they are thousands of years old, but in fact, most of them have only eaten incense for a few hundred years.You should know that there is no history recorded in the books of Dayan 2000 years ago. At that time, most of the gods believed by the people in the world have disappeared in history.

The gods that people worship now don't talk about divine power and ability, but only their age. Most of them are not as good as this Yanxian.

Song You also felt pressured when he thought of this person.

It's not Taoism or mana ability.

First of all, a thousand years of age does not mean a thousand years of cultivation, nor does it mean a thousand years of Taoism.Secondly, cultivation and Taoism are not all for the service of force, even the gods in the Heavenly Palace are actually mainly civil servants.

But the thickness of the millennium itself.

Human beings have come so far by supporting each other, and have the instinct to respect the old and love the young.Even when a virtuous emperor travels, if he meets an 80-year-old man, he must respectfully call him old man.It is the ancient cypresses that have been planted on Jinyang Road for thousands of years. After living for a long time, many people will subconsciously give them more respect, and even the government will legislate to protect them.What's more, an elder who has witnessed the hardships of a thousand years of history.

This kind of pressure is essentially a kind of respect.

And this Yanxiantai is probably related to him.

It's just that since Anqing has this person, why has Lingbo's water demon not been eradicated for a long time?

As he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard someone shouting from behind:

"That priest!"

It's a rough female voice.

One person and one cat suddenly stopped, and turned their heads to look at the same time.

There was a figure walking in the mist and rain.

He was dressed in linen, with loose hair and a long knife in his hand. His face was unwrapped, revealing a somewhat round oval face with black and white eyes.

"Wu Xia, be polite."

"What a coincidence."

"It's a coincidence."

"Are you here? I thought you weren't here, but I couldn't find you after searching for a long time."

"We stand far away."

"I'm looking good."

"Relatively far."

"How is it? Does it look good?"

"Eye-opener."

"Hey..." The woman grinned, and walked forward together with them, "I knew you were watching, so I would go up and play, so that I can teach you my skills."

"I have met many of my senior brothers, all of whom are masters of the rivers and lakes, and I can already imagine the demeanor of my step."

"They're worse than me."

"sharp."

Song You complimented, paused, and asked again: "This bluestone clearing is very well built upside down, and there is a picture of Yin and Yang fish in the middle, I'm afraid it took a lot of manpower and money? But why is it called Yanxian Terrace?"

"Hey! I just asked Master today!"

"Appreciate further details."

"Isn't this made by humans?"

"That is……"

"It is said that in the past, when people from Jianghu decided this place as the venue of the conference and came here to participate in the conference, it was still a piece of flat land. In the second round, a person came, claiming to be a descendant of Yanxian, and said that he was moved by those people. The heroic spirit of the seniors in the rivers and lakes, I am willing to build a platform for them here for future exchanges and competitions, I only hope that they will be grateful for the gift from Yanxian, and burn two sticks of incense when they come and go." The woman said and glanced back at the river. The platform at the foot of the mountain, "When the seniors in the rivers and lakes heard that there was such a good thing, they half-believed and agreed, so this place changed once a night, and each time it changed a layer, it took seven to 49 days to have this Yanxian Terrace."

"magic."

"I feel so too……"

The woman suddenly frowned:

"Hey! Do you Taoist priests have a soft spot for numbers like seven seven 49 and nine nine 81? Why does it take so long to do something?"

"Most of us do whatever we want, regardless of these, as long as it is, as much as it is. It's just that when people hear about these numbers, they think these numbers are pleasant to say and full of mystery, or the Taoists themselves want to use these numbers to tell the world, or Is it following the habits of the predecessors, or something else, so..."

Song You said with a smile.

"Oh……"

The woman drew a long tail and nodded repeatedly.

The rain never stopped, her hair was already soaked and stuck to her face, her clothes were also soaked and stuck to her body, but she didn't notice it at all, she just walked forward, not feeling that it was bad to be in the rain, I don't think there is anything wrong with Song You holding an umbrella, but when the rain annoys him, he either shakes his head, wipes his face, or blows with his mouth twisted to relieve the trouble, that's all. .

Seeing this, Song You couldn't help asking:

"Can you take an umbrella?"

But I saw the woman waved her hand and said with a smile: "People in the Jianghu, you are the sky, what kind of umbrella are you wearing..."

The chicness of that moment made Song You take a few glances.

The pace couldn't help but slow down a bit.

……

The ancient view of blue tiles, the rain beats the bamboo forest.

Song You handed back the umbrella to the little Tong'er, saying respectfully, "Thank you fellow daoist for supporting the flowers."

"Brother Dao, thank you..." Xiao Tong'er put away the umbrella. Although he was small, he spoke very maturely, "Master is getting old, and he likes to stay in the Taoist temple to make tea and drink. We don't go out when it rains. The umbrella has been left unused for a long time, and it is almost broken, Brother Dao will use it for a while, and it will save me from taking it out to pour water again."

This sounds really comfortable.

Song You couldn't help but smiled and said, "That's my fate with it."

"Yes……"

The little Tong'er laughed too, he didn't have the cold face he had in front of the Jiang Hu people a few days ago.

It's just that he had just received half of the umbrella when he suddenly remembered:

"Brother Dao, won't you go out tomorrow?"

"Going out."

"Don't you need an umbrella?"

"I guess it won't rain tomorrow."

"That would be the best. Tomorrow, I can go to the mountain to look for fungus. It's already February, so I don't know if it has come out." The little boy didn't doubt it, just put away his umbrella and walked into the house, "Brother Dao is coming to eat soon."

After dinner, Song You went back to the room.

Light the oil lamp and spread out the hemp paper.

Song You wanted to ask Empress Sanhua to help grind it again, but she was alone on the bed fighting wits and courage with the air. After such a short time, she got carried away and couldn't bear to be disturbed, so she took the inkstone and went out to pick it up under the eaves. Take some rain, take the ink stick and grind it patiently.

Pick up the pen and dip in the ink, think about it before writing.

The ink used is also fragrant.

Although it is the most top-grade ink, which is more expensive than gold, he has no intention of using it for collection. He still uses it every day as usual, or it should be said that he has stored it in other places.

Suddenly, the cat jumped onto the table.

"Taoist, what are you writing?"

"Remember something."

"what?"

"At the beginning of February in the second year of Mingde, I traveled to Anqing County, Long County, Xuzhou, and happened to encounter a grand event in the rivers and lakes, the Liujiang Conference..."

"what is this?"

"Something to write."

"Write it for what?"

"It's good to know that I have come to this world for a while."

"Well……"

Sanhuamao only leaned closer to the paper to look at it.

Obviously illiterate, she still needs to read, and that's all. She also needs to use her paws to grab Song You's hand, so as not to block her.

This is really impossible to write.

But what can be done?

……

After finally finishing writing, I wanted to blow the lamp, but found that the oil in the lamp had bottomed out. I didn’t intend to use so much.

It's just that although oil lamps are expensive, if they are used in these places, they are still worth it.

"Mistress Sanhua."

"doing what?"

"Sleep, get up early tomorrow."

"doing what?"

"Go to Horseshoe Mountain."

"Still watching those people fight?"

"Go and meet Anqing Yanxian for a while."

"Is it a swallow?"

The three-flowered cat immediately moved closer to him, so close that its snout almost touched his face.

"It's a thousand-year-old monster."

"Year 1000?"

"Yes."

"..."

Sanhuamao gradually calmed down.

(End of this chapter)