Elaborate on the world of mortals

Chapter 28 Return to the original owner
In the evening, Chu Hang and two friends who had returned to Yuanjiang County met again at the Tongxin Building. The three ordered a table of dishes, and naturally chatted about the day's affairs while drinking and chatting happily.

"So that Confucian scholar is not a ghost, but a human?"

As Zhang Yutong said that, Chu Hang nodded while serving food. In order not to let his two friends look down on a civil official, he even used the case he had just heard about to start a conversation.

"Let's drink the wine slowly, and there is another anecdote, do you want to hear it?"

"What anecdote?"

"Hey, the ghost of Yuanjiang County Ya's night trial is redressing his grievances! Hey, don't think about it in a hurry, this matter is not fake, it is what happened a while ago, and everyone in Yuanjiang County knows it! Hey, Xiaoer over there, the former Do you remember how the county government avenged the ghost a while ago?"

Chu Hang said the first half of the sentence to the two people at the same table, and the second half of the sentence was yelled at the waiter who delivered the food at the other table, and the latter glanced back and said.

"Then how can I forget it! I have never encountered such a thing in my life, and the damn businessman is still in prison! Everyone said that they will go to see it on the day of execution!"

Hearing Xiao Er's words, Lu Min and Zhang Yutong looked at each other, and then looked at Chu Hang.

"Hurry up and talk about it!" "Yes, yes, don't be a fool!"

Following Chu Hang's narration, the two of them were gradually attracted by the bizarreness of the case, and they realized that Mr. Yi was no longer a simple civil servant.

Lu Min and Zhang Yutong felt a little emotional, and couldn't help but say.

"Then why don't you invite Mr. Yi to come and have a talk? I'm waiting in the mountains to meet you by fate!"

"Yes! Why don't you invite Mr. Yi?"

Chu Hang shook his head regretfully.

"My uncle said, he is not an ordinary person, and writing county chronicles in the county government is just a matter of pleasure, and his calligraphy skills can be called masters, and my pleasure-seeking is just child's play for him. Tell me not to bother him, if this person is offended and quits compiling the book, he will take me as a question!"

"Brother Chu, you" "I'm so unbearable in your uncle's eyes"

"Hey"
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Yi Shuyuan didn't know that someone was talking about him behind his back. It was already night, and he was sitting in front of the desk in the library, writing what happened in the daytime. Interesting thing, while writing, he also realized a new problem, and couldn't help sighing.

"Hey, paper will be a big problem when I go out by myself in the future."

Yi Shuyuan felt that he would meet many people and many things in the future, and he would want to record all kinds of wonderful stories. There would be more and more paper books in the future, and maybe he would drag a big suitcase, which was really inconvenient.

Thinking about it, Yi Shuyuan felt that he was thinking a little too much, but he just couldn't stop. On the paper at this moment, he also happened to write about the disappearance of the tea shed after waking up, and he couldn't help but feel a slight movement in his heart.

Maybe in the future, there will be some mysterious and mysterious things that can solve the worries in his heart. Thinking of this, Yi Shuyuan looked at the mountain stone that served as the inkstone.

Yi Shuyuan gradually fell asleep, dozed off in a daze, and when he woke up, it was already dawn. He raised his head to see the bright sky outside, couldn't help but rubbed his arms, and put the clothes on his body dress well.

"No wonder it's so cold to sleep in."

Yi Shuyuan looked at the desktop, put away the things he wrote last night, got up and stomped his feet to exercise his muscles and bones, and prepared to ask Wu Minggao for a leave of absence. Since he promised to return the stone yesterday, he will not wait until the next rest. .

Naturally, Wu Minggao would not refuse to give this face. After Yi Shuyuan greeted him, he went directly to the street outside to buy some food and hurried to the mountains.

This time, Yi Shuyuan had a clear goal, so he didn't go in the direction of the mountain temple, and he just took a second look when he passed the ancient pine.

With the beautiful weather and good footwork, Yi Shuyuan had already arrived at the edge of the mountain stream before noon.

Yi Shuyuan first drank some mountain spring water at the place where the trickling stream was ding-dong, and there was still spring water dripping from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were already wandering up and down the stream, but he didn't find the little strange fish, but there were some crabs moving.

"Forget it, let me return the house to you first, well, I remember this place!"

Yi Shuyuan looked around, and came to a drop in a stream, put down the oil-paper umbrella and the bag, took out the yellow stone that he had used as an inkstone for a while from the bag, and placed it where the stream fell.

The stone is roughly the same as before, but there is always a circle of ink in the center of the dent that cannot be washed off.

When the stone was placed by Yi Shuyuan, a gust of clear spring immediately hit the depression of the stone inkstone, arousing circles of water splashes, and even layers of ink halos. When the sun came, a shallow rainbow appeared and disappeared now.

Yi Shuyuan stared at it for a while, then stood up on his knees, recalling the words of the old man Matsushita, he smiled and shouted into the stream.

"Baby~ put your precious house back to its original place for you!"

Yi Shuyuan waited for a long time expectantly, but there was no response.

There was no special small fish coming out of the stream. Yi Shuyuan felt bored, and stood for a while before picking up his umbrella and bag, and walked towards Shannangang.

After Yi Shuyuan left for a while, under the dead branches and rotten leaves somewhere in the stream, a small light yellow fish in the shape of a loach crept out quietly, popping out two bubbles on the surface of the stream, seeing the rainbow , with a flick of its tail, it picked up a piece of mud and rushed over.

Under the yellow stone, the splashing water of the stream has a black color, and the little loach looks very comfortable when it breathes and breathes.

At this moment, a voice suddenly appeared by the water.

"Press the Lingtai with some ink, wisdom produces God's will, good fortune, you doll is lucky!"

A man with the appearance of a weathered woodcutter was standing there looking at the yellow stone in the stream and the small fish under the water. Extraordinary, I am afraid that he is a person with great wisdom!

On the other side, Yi Shuyuan was approaching Shannangang. He hadn't been here for a while, so let's stop by the grave of his parents today.

But Yi Shuyuan had just set foot on Shannan Hill, but he found that someone was already there first, and the woodcutter who was still by the water just now was sitting on a bundle of firewood waiting for him.

Yi Shuyuan was overjoyed, he quickened his pace and walked over to salute.

"Yesterday I was thinking about when I would see you again, but today I can see you, Yi Shuyuan is so polite!"

The woodcutter nodded slightly and stood up. Only then did Yi Shuyuan realize that there was still a bamboo tube at his feet, which was the one he put in the mountain temple to hold wine yesterday.

Yi Shuyuan's joy was evident in his words. Compared with those believers who prayed to God and worshiped Buddha, he was able to talk to the mountain god face to face.

While looking in the direction of the mountain stream, the woodcutter stretched his muscles and said slowly.

"You must have known that Huangshi is a treasure, right?"

How could Yi Shuyuan not know, he came close, and his words were very frank.

"Indeed, I already know about it. Yesterday, an old man in a tea shed told Yi through an anecdote. Just because he knew about it, he returned it to the original place today. If it was just an ordinary mountain rock, I would use it directly."

The woodcutter smiled and sat down again.

"You didn't just talk about it, but you actually did it. It's really rare for a mortal to have such a heart, but if I tell you, it might not be a good thing to do so?"

Yi Shuyuan frowned, and looked at the woodcutter suspiciously.

"Why? Is that doll still holding grudges against me?"

"No, as the child's intelligence clears up, he will understand that you have great kindness to him in the future."

The mountain god looked in the direction of the mountain stream, and continued to speak.

"As the saying goes, the spirits of the water clan, all those who have ambitions want to transform into dragons. Although the dolls are superficial, their spirits give birth to wisdom. After all, the chances are greater."

"Is it true that monsters will harm people after they have cultivated themselves?"

Yi Shuyuan walked closer to look at the scene in the mountains, and also waited for the woodcutter to say something.

"Of course not. There are many monsters and ghosts in the world, and there are many people who harm people. However, in this corner of Kuonan Mountain, I still know it well, and there are few such evil spirits."

That is to say, is there actually one here?Of course, Yi Shuyuan hid these words in his heart, so he was not so ignorant to ask now, and the woodcutter continued to talk.

"Cultivate 500 years to transform Jiao, and become a Jiao and practice hard for 500 years before you can realize the dream of transforming into a dragon. Once you jump over this hurdle, the world will be vast!"

Yi Shuyuan's interest increased greatly, and he couldn't help blurting out.

"Is the 500 years a good 500 years, or can there be some discrepancies?"

The woodcutter was taken aback for a moment, as if he didn't expect Yi Shuyuan to ask such a question, he replied with a bit of dumbfounding.

"This naturally refers to the Taoism. If it is true that 500 years can turn into a dragon, the way of heaven is too kind! There are many disasters. If you can't get through it, it's good luck that the Taoism goes backwards. If you are not careful, you will die and the Tao will disappear. "

"Then there are also people with extraordinary talents who have cultivated profound Taoism in a relatively short age?"

The woodcutter laughed.

"Trees are divided into high and low, good and bad, just like someone is called a child prodigy, and the writing of writing is like a god's help far surpassing ordinary people. All things can also follow this way."

Yi Shuyuan wrote it down secretly, while the woodcutter was still talking.

"The baby turns into a jellyfish, and the streams in the mountains are not enough to toss. It needs to rush into the place where the water is abundant in the big river and the big lake."

Yi Shuyuan's heart skipped a beat.

"You mean that when the baby goes down the mountain, there may be a flood, which will cause disasters to the nearby people, and I am also responsible for what happened today?"

"It is true that there will be some cause and effect, but it is not when he is going down the mountain. If he can cultivate to that level, he will not be allowed to mess around in Kuonan Mountain. Besides, the E River is so close that there is no need to make a big move. A mountain torrent can enter the river."

"But at that time, I can't control him anymore. Whether it's a blessing or a curse, a virtue or a crime, it's hard to predict. You didn't just return the rocks, but left wisdom on them. The relationship with you is not so great!"

This was a bit far-fetched, and Yi Shuyuan couldn't laugh or cry when he heard it.

"I'm talking about Master Mountain God. To say the least, it will be hundreds of years later, right? I, Yi Shuyuan, am an ordinary person. How can He De survive until then? What capital do I have to worry about? Why don't you go to the stream and get it back now? I can't do such a thing!"

Yi Shuyuan relaxed a lot. While chatting with the woodcutter, he even started to take out snacks from the bag, flipping the pastry while talking.

"People are born ignorant, and so are all living beings. Righteousness and evil may sometimes be in a single thought, but this thought comes from enlightenment. After all, a baby is just a baby. I don't know right or wrong, good or evil. Learning evil is evil, and learning good is evil. good!"

Hearing this, the woodcutter finally stood up again. When Yi Shuyuan looked up, he saw the woodcutter standing in front of him with a smile, bowing to him.

"Kuonan Mountain God, Huang Hongchuan."

After Yi Shuyuan was slightly astonished, he also showed joy, and quickly put down the pastry, clapped his hands and returned the gift.

"The county official, Yi Shuyuan, the mountain god must know my details."

"Hey, it's just right, borrowing flowers to present Buddha, I brought the wine you gave me, do you mind having some lunch together?"

"Hahahaha, I wish I could!"

The mountain god is extremely free and easy at the moment, and Yi Shuyuan's relationship with Kuonan mountain god can go a step further, so it's hard to hide his excitement.

(End of this chapter)