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Chapter 252 Three Lives
At the entrance of the town stands a stone tablet with the three words "Mengxi Town" engraved on it.

A stream flows down from the mountain, passes by the stone tablet and flows into the town.

It is nominally a stream, but in fact its width is comparable to that of a small river.

Yang Rongrong entered the town and found that there were no roads in the town. All the houses in the town were connected by streams. The only way to move around the town was to take a boat.

There happened to be a small boat parked under the peach tree at the ferry.

There were already four passengers on the boat, and the boatman was about to untie the noose when Yang Rongrong stepped on the pedal.

The boatman lifted his bamboo hat with one hand and glanced at her. Seeing that she looked unfamiliar, he took the initiative to say, "The fare is one low-grade spirit stone. You can get off the boat at any time during the journey."

The demon world, like the human world, uses spirit stones as currency.

Yang Rongrong took out a spirit stone and threw it to the boatman.

The boatman took the spirit stone and said to her, "Please sit wherever you like. The boat will be leaving soon."

The four passengers on the boat were all staring at Yang Rongrong.

All the people on this ship are monsters, except Yang Rongrong, a human. Naturally, everyone is very concerned about her as an outsider.

Yang Rongrong calmly found an empty seat and sat down.

Although the boat was small, there was a low table in the middle of the boat, on which were placed teapots, cups, and some fruits and snacks.

Yang Rongrong leaned back and watched the boat moving slowly along the stream. The windows and doors of the houses on both sides were all closed, and there was no one in sight. Apart from the sound of flowing water and the voices of people around them, no other sound could be heard, as if they were the only six living people in the entire town.

The boatman rowed the boat twice, then put the oar aside, turned around, walked to the low table and sat down, reached out to pick up the teapot, poured five cups of tea, and distributed them to the guests.

The four demon guests immediately shifted their attention away from Yang Rongrong. They picked up the teacups with both hands and tasted the tea carefully.

Looking at their surprised expressions, it was as if this was some rare and premium tea.

The boatman saw that Yang Rongrong didn't move, but didn't care. He poured himself a cup of tea and talked while drinking it.

"The story I'm going to tell you today is called 'Three Lives'."

Hearing this, all the guests present pricked up their ears, looking very expectant.

Yang Rongrong was confused. How did it become like a teahouse with tea tasting and story telling?

Perhaps because her reaction was too obvious, the boatman took the initiative to explain.

"It is my habit to tell a story to passengers every time, and I have been doing this for many years."

Yang Rongrong said: "But I don't really like listening to stories."

The boatman was stunned, obviously not expecting the other party to say that.

The demon boatman sitting opposite Yang Rongrong couldn't help but say, "If you don't like it, just plug your ears!"

The other three demon passengers also spoke up in agreement.

"That's right! Who cares whether you like it or not?"

"Every story that Yu Gong tells is so good. Others want to listen but can't. How come you don't like to listen? You really don't know what's good!"

"The human race is just hypocritical!"

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Yang Rongrong glanced at the four demon passengers on the boat. They all looked indignant and seemed to be standing up for the boatman.

She was not angry. Instead, she turned her gaze back to the boatman and looked him up and down inconspicuously.

"Your name is Yu Gong?"

The boatman was a demon cultivator who looked to be in his forties, but no one knew his actual age. He wore a grayish-white coarse cloth shorts, straw sandals on his bare feet, and a bamboo hat on his head. His skin was a healthy wheat color, with a light layer of stubble on his chin and a strand of black hair falling from his forehead. He looked quite unruly. He held a teacup in his hand, and his rough fingers were covered with calluses, which formed a sharp contrast with the delicate and smooth porcelain cup.

He nodded slightly: "Yeah, everyone calls me that."

Yang Rongrong stared at his face for a moment and wanted to take out the mirror to look at his face to see who he was.

But that would probably scare people away.

Yang Rongrong had to resist the urge.

The real murderer who controlled Hu Qingbai and tried to kill her would definitely not give up after learning that Hu Qingbai had failed. He would definitely find another opportunity to attack her.

But Heng Ye has been following her all the time. With him in charge, the real culprit behind the scenes would definitely not dare to act rashly. However, if the real culprit behind the scenes does not take any action, it will be difficult for her to catch him.

Yang Rongrong doesn't want to wait passively, she prefers to take the initiative into her own hands.

So just now she deliberately found an excuse to quarrel with Hengye and made him run away in anger, just to get Hengye away so that she would have the opportunity to act independently.

Faced with such a rare opportunity to take action, she believed that the real culprit behind the scenes would definitely not miss it.

As she expected, a mysterious boatman appeared in front of her.

Yang Rongrong seemed unaware of everything and continued chatting with the other party.

"This is my first time here, and I don't know the rules here."

Yu Gong smiled slightly: "Although Mengxi Town is small, it has its own unique charm. Since you have come from afar, you can stay here for a while."

Then he filled the teacups of four other guests.

The four demon guests seemed to really like the tea and they quickly picked up the teacups and sipped it seriously.

Lord Yu glanced at the untouched teacup in front of Yang Rongrong and said, "This is the spiritual tea I made myself. Whether you are a demon cultivator or a human cultivator, as long as you drink it, it will be helpful to your cultivation. You can try it."

"Thank you, I don't like tea."

Seeing this, the four demon guests all showed dissatisfaction, thinking that she was ungrateful.

Yang Rongrong glanced at the shore and suddenly said, "It's foggy."

A heavy fog had risen in the town at some point. The houses on the shore were shrouded in white fog and became blurry. The surface of the stream was also covered with white fog, and the front became white.

Without being able to see the road ahead, naturally one would not know where this boat would go.

But the guests on the ship didn't care at all.

They were all thinking about Yu Gong's story and urged him to start telling it quickly.

Yu Gong put down his teacup and spoke at a slow pace, his voice low and pleasant.

"Legend has it that there is a Sansheng Stone at the end of the underworld. If someone can carve their name on the Sansheng Stone, they can be with their beloved for three lifetimes. There was a woman named Su Wen who left her name on the Sansheng Stone. In her first lifetime, she was a little peach blossom demon. There was a little monk who came to water the peach tree every day. Su Wen fell in love with him over time..."

As he spoke, a lush peach tree really appeared before Yang Rongrong's eyes.

The branches are full of pink and white peach blossoms, and under the tree there is a handsome little monk watering the flowers.

The wind blows and the petals fall.

One of the petals fell right on the little monk's shoulder.

He didn't notice and left with the bucket after watering.

Tao Huaban followed him to the back mountain. He fetched two full buckets of water from the stream, then carried the heavy buckets back to the temple, and repeated this process back and forth until the four large water vats in the temple were filled with water.

After fetching water, he had to chop wood and wash clothes, and he was busy all day long.

It was not until dusk that he had some free time. After bathing and changing his clothes, he went to the meditation room, knelt on the cushion, and listened carefully to the old monk explaining the scriptures.