Elaborate on the world of mortals

Chapter 36

By the time Yi Shuyuan came out of the Town God's Temple, it was already more than an hour later.

When he came, the two Japanese patrol officers were waiting at the gate of the temple, and when he left, the city god of Yuanjiang County sent him out to Chang Qing himself.

"Okay, there's no need to send it to Mr. Xiang. Today, I would like to thank everyone in Yuanjiang County for solving Yi's confusion and offering advice for Yi. Yi Shuyuan is very grateful!"

Yi Shuyuan sincerely thanked him, and saluted Xiang Changqing, who did not dare to neglect, and immediately returned the salute.

"Mr. Yi is polite, if you need anything, you can come here to find me at any time!"

"Definitely! Then I will take my leave today!"

After saying this sentence, Yi Shuyuan put away his hands and gradually walked away under the watchful eyes of the old city god Xiang Changqing.

Watching Yi Shuyuan's back disappear into the street, Xiang Changqing frowned slightly and then slowly stretched his eyebrows, this person is really a fascination.
In the end, Xiang Changqing didn't ask why Yi Shuyuan came to the Yi family to be such a Yi Shuyuan. Maybe there was something really deep about it. It's better not to mention it rashly if the other party doesn't say it.

Thinking of this, Xiang Changqing took a look at the location of Kuo Nanshan, and decided to meet Huang Hongchuan at night after thinking about it. After this matter was settled, he turned and walked back to the temple, but before entering the temple gate, he still raised his head Glanced at Zui Bin Lou.

It was getting late now, the streets outside the Town God's Temple were already very lively, and there were more pilgrims in the temple.

In the private room of Zuibin Building, the food and drinks from last night had already been removed, and the hangover friends had already asked someone to carry them to the inn, but there was some light porridge on the table, because Chu Hang was still here.

Chu Hang waited for more than an hour, and his patience was almost worn out. He actually saw Yi Shuyuan come out of the temple. After seeing Yi Shuyuan bid farewell to an old man, he was subconsciously attracted by that old man again, guessing Who is the opponent.

Unexpectedly, the old man suddenly raised his head and looked towards this side, so frightened that Chu Hang quickly squatted down from the window guiltily, and when he raised his head again, the man had already disappeared.

After hesitating again and again, Chu Hang settled the bill, came to the Temple of the City God again, bought three more sticks of incense, and entered the temple with other pilgrims. Under normal circumstances, I frequently looked at the statues of the temples.

In the end, Chu Hang came to the City God's Hall again. When he entered the hall, he subconsciously raised his head to look at the City God's Statue. He only felt that his body was electrified, and a tingling sensation went from his heels to the top of his head.

Of course Chu Hang didn't see the old man's appearance clearly, but his attire and sense of manner were actually similar to the city god's, that is, he didn't wear the conspicuous sky-reaching crown.

Chu Hang swallowed his saliva, sincerely bowed to the statue of the city god, and then put on the incense and left immediately. This matter had a great psychological impact on him.

That Mr. Yi is definitely not as simple as being able to see ghosts and gods!
At the same time, a sense of excitement rose in Chu Hang's heart again. This time, he finally met an expert with real skills, right?
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At a wonton stand on the side of the road, Yi Shuyuan was eating steamed buns with wonton soup. He also watched Chu Hang pass by the side of the road, and saw him stepping on his feet to look ahead from time to time. He probably thought that someone Yi was in that direction.

Yi Shuyuan smiled, and had no intention of stopping Chu Hang at all. This guy was evaluated by Wu Minggao as a proper problem child.

Swallowing the steamed buns in his mouth and taking a sip of the wonton soup, Yi Shuyuan fell into deep thought as he looked at the clear soup without a single wonton in the bowl. The heat rose little by little like smoke, and vaguely, the reflection on the soup surface seemed to change with his thoughts , becoming hazy and confused.

"Whoo~"

Yi Shuyuan blew on the hot air, causing ripples in the clear soup, and then brought it to his mouth to drink the wonton soup, smacking the taste.

"Shopkeeper, can you add a little salt to this soup?"

The man who set up the stall glanced at Yi Shuyuan, pretending he didn't hear it, and Yi Shuyuan didn't care about it, so he didn't say anything more. After eating the steamed buns and soup, he left the money and left.

While the stall owner went to collect the penny on the table, he was still muttering.

"Everyone has it. If you want a bowl of soup to buy a steamed bun, you still think the soup is bland."

Yi Shuyuan at the front just pretended he didn't hear it, and walked quickly towards the direction of the county government office, and then suddenly smiled as he walked, whether his skin had become thicker, or his mentality was different after he entered the immortal realm? , maybe a little bit of it!

Maybe it's because the doll's matter is troublesome, but at least it's promising. Yi Shuyuan is obviously in a good mood, and he has a faint smile on his face when he goes back.

While walking on the street, a shout attracted Yi Shuyuan's attention.

"Selling fans, selling fans, group fans, folding fans, palm sunflower fans, it will get hot after a while, everyone who passes by should come and see~~~"

fan?

Yi Shuyuan's heart moved, and he walked to the street vendor over there, and when he saw someone coming, the vendor greeted him warmly.

"Hey, young master, let's take a look at the fan. There is a good folding fan here. Look at this one. The bones are made of red rosewood, and the fan is made of special rice paper. There are famous calligraphy and paintings on it. It is definitely the first choice for literati!"

Yi Shuyuan picked up the fan and smelled it, and then slowly unfolded it. The fan was well-made, but the so-called calligraphy and painting by famous masters was obviously an exaggeration. It can only be said that the writing is fairly neat and the painting is decent.

"Uh, take a look at this one again. The solid bamboo is the bone and the lacquer paper is the surface, thick and elegant!"

The vendors can be described as vivid and eloquent.

Yi Shuyuan picked up the fan, looked at it in his hand and turned it around, then unfolded the fan, a bit of black paper fell from the pitch-black fan, and a little white was mottled on the black of the fan.
The vendor hurriedly fetched a fan without paper.

"This one is made of overlapping fragrant woods. It is exquisitely crafted and keeps the fragrance. You can use it yourself or give it to the talented woman you like! Oh yes, if you want to give it to a beautiful woman, you can also take a look at the round fan here!"

This fan has no paper surface, it is all thin pieces of wood, and it is also very small, but the aroma is more like the smell of powder.

"This young man, which one do you like?"

Yi Shuyuan put down the small folding fan in his hand and shook his head. He thought these fans were good, but they were almost meaningless.

"I haven't seen anything I want to buy yet."

"Here, what kind of fan do you want, sir? I can find it for you next time!"

Yi Shuyuan's eyes were slightly closed, and the divine light flickered, and he vaguely outlined the shadow of a fan in his heart while thinking, but he couldn't draw it out, so he could only shake his head again.

"I can't tell"

"This"

The vendor was speechless, wasting so much tongue, if he hadn't looked at the man in front of him who was plainly dressed but had an extraordinary bearing, he wouldn't have given him any good looks.

Yi Shuyuan also knew that he was wasting other people's time, so he picked up the fan at the beginning and said.

"How much is this one?"

The stall owner immediately smiled.

"The guest officer has a good eye. I think the guest officer is also a scholar who understands fans. This red sour branch fan costs two hundred coins."

Before the stall owner finished speaking, Yi Shuyuan had already put down his fan.

"I still feel that the weather is still cool, and it is not suitable to use a fan. Forgive me!"

Yi Shuyuan said sorry, then turned around and left, what a joke, ten or twenty, I can barely support it, two hundred is fine, it was not satisfactory at first.

As soon as he left, the fan stall owner's smile froze on his face, it doesn't have to be two hundred cash, it can be bargained——
As the sky was getting darker and the sunset was fine, an unexpected guest came to Huang Hongchuan from the mountain temple on Kuonan Mountain, so that he immediately appeared and walked out of the mountain temple.

"Xiang Chenghuang?"

The figure outside the temple turned out to be the City God of Yuanjiang County. Strictly speaking, a small half of Kuonan Mountain is within the territory of Yuanjiang County, but these two great gods are in charge of their own affairs, and even the ghosts, gods, and mountain monsters under him have not been seen once in a hundred years. Needless to say, I paid a visit in person.

At this moment, the City God was bowing his hands to Huang Chongchuan, and he was also looking at the dilapidated mountain temple. Not only was there a big hole in the roof, but even the statue had been hacked until half of his body was scorched. This mountain god didn't take his post seriously.

"Huang Gong! It seems that your mountain temple has encountered a catastrophe?"

Hearing Cheng Huang's somewhat teasing words, Huang Hongchuan also sighed.

"Hey, it's a long story, please come in quickly!"

After Huang Hongchuan returned the gift, please go in to Changqing. His mountain temple was not as grand as the Town God's Temple, and now it is completely like a ruined temple. Then he spoke.

"Does Mr. Huang know why I came here?"

Huang Hongchuan probably guessed the reason by now.

"Mr. Yi must have been to Xiangchenghuang's, right?"

The old city god nodded.

"That's right, Mr. Yi discussed with me the matter of the reincarnation of the mountain stone, but what I want to talk about is not this matter. May I ask Mr. Huang if he knows the origin of this celestial expert?"

Huang Hongchuan smiled.

"An expert is indeed an expert, but the origin, how can the Lord Chenghuang not know that the tomb of Mr. Yi's parents is still on the mountain, and they are members of the Yi family in Xihe Village."

"Hey!"

Huang Hongchuan frowned.

"Why did Xiang Chenghuang laugh?"

The old city god smiled and shook his head.

"I also said that you know the origin of Mr. Yi, and you don't even know it."

"how do I say this?"

Huang Hongchuan immediately asked questions, while the Old City God looked at the mountain scenery outside the temple.

"There is no mortal like Yi Shuyuan in Xihe Village, and he doesn't even exist in the book of life and death!"

Huang Hongchuan's eyes widened for a moment, and his face was full of disbelief, but when he recalled that Yi Shuyuan's various actions were not fake at all, his thoughts were confused for a while.

"But he doesn't even know some basics of immortality"

The old city god looked at Huang Hongchuan.

"I really don't know? Then Mr. Yi is meditating in the library of the Yuanjiang County Government, which arouses the aura of heaven and earth in Yuanjiang County. If I didn't know that he was there, I would have thought there was a big monster somewhere!"

"Mr. Yi is extraordinary when he enters Taoism. Maybe he has his own magic. Talking with him can feel his sincere heart."

Huang Hongchuan will be a little belatedly recalling this, and look at Xiang Changqing with the same serious face.

"Besides, Huang dares to say that Mr. Yi's heart is naturally free, and he must be cultivating properly!"

"It's natural!"

After getting in touch with Yi Shuyuan, of course, I can feel a thing or two from his state and conversation. Zhengxiu can’t be wrong, but Chenghuang originally came to seek solutions. Unexpectedly, the doubts became even bigger. The two discussed for a long time, and they also said To the memory of people and ghosts in Xihe Village and things like that.

At this moment, Huang Hongchuan suddenly thought of a possibility, his heart skipped a beat, a feeling of electric current made him tremble slightly, he looked at Chenghuang who was frowning and thinking.

"Xiang Chenghuang, tell me. Is there a possibility that Mr. Yi is the son of Yi Sheng and the brother of Yi Baokang. He is originally from Xihe Village."

"It's absolutely impossible, I can be wrong, and the book of life and death can still."

Chenghuang's words came to an abrupt end here. He seemed to understand what the mountain god was saying, and looked at the inexplicable expression on Huang Hongchuan's face, and the latter nodded slightly.

"If, if the book of life and death can't carry it."

"Yi Shuyuan once said that his ambition is to be free in the world of mortals. He also said that madness is like a dream and an illusion. Before and after the dream, it is like a lifetime. Once he seeks to enter the Tao and heaven to stop him, he may be in the immortal way."

Huang Hongchuan recalled all kinds of contact with Yi Shuyuan, and said these in a murmur.

"Is it a game of mortals? Or is it a dream and forgotten, or"

The old city god was also thinking about it at this moment.

The two gods were silent for a long time at this moment.

"Hey, don't think too much! Go and see that mountain rock, and see if there is any hope in it with the eyes of your god of darkness."

Huang Chongchuan said with a sense of loss, that no matter how much the two of them thought about it, there was no result.

Chenghuang nodded, and followed the mountain god to the stream with some excited and complicated thoughts.

When the two gods really reached the stream and watched the trickle fall on the rocks, Xiang Chenghuang finally sighed after looking at it for a long time.

"The shape of this ink does not scatter and does not disappear. It cannot be left without a vast rhyme. I cannot measure it in my generation!"

The city god was talking about the ink on the stone, but not the vitality of the doll, because there is no need to say more about it. In such a short time, the stone that was watered by the spring actually grew a little bit of ink in the ink rhyme. An almost invisible aura.

Huang Hongchuan smiled, not as entangled as before.

"Wouldn't it be a good thing to have such a mysterious and unpredictable righteous person in the world?"

Suddenly, Xiang Changqing looked at Huang Hongchuan.

"Huang Gong awakened the dreamer with one sentence. It is true that the prosperity of the righteous way is the blessing of the common people. Why bother to ask the bottom line to make people unhappy!"

(End of this chapter)