The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 257 Ji Ping'an: You are from the Soul Lamp, aren't you? ([-] words for subscription)

In the dark cloud-shrouded Heishuize, the deep roar came from the mist, as if it came from ancient times.

on board.

A group of boatmen who spent their whole lives on the water were nervous and did not dare to breathe, for fear of attracting the attention of the "Dragon King" of the island.

Standing behind the crowd, Ji Pingan could clearly see that the old and thin old man Zhao, who was standing at the front of the deck but with firm eyes, clenched his hands hanging by his side, his gray hair trembling in the autumn wind.

Surrounded by a depressing and dignified atmosphere.

The old man seems to be confronting the "submerged dragon" on the island, or wrestling with the fear in his heart.

Finally, when the roar gradually disappeared and the suffocating atmosphere eased, the old man Zhao turned around, glanced coldly at a group of boatmen, and ordered:
"Start the boat and enter the lake!"

"what."

A group of crew members responded eagerly, each busy.

Ji Pingan suddenly said: "In previous years, when you came here to catch crabs, was it the same?"

Zhao Daniu regained his composure and explained in a low voice:

"The sacrifices are all the same. The weather has never been good, but this year is particularly bad. It is not very common for the Dragon Lord to speak, but I have heard it a few times, but it is the first time to listen to it just after the sacrifice. There are When you are lucky, you don’t hear it all the way, that’s the best.”

Ji Pingan nodded and said:

"Then have you seen the 'Dragon King' with your own eyes?"

Zhao Daniu smiled:
"You're joking. If I see you, then I won't be able to live now. We are all sensible. Although we want to go into the marsh to catch crabs, we won't go too deep. Moreover, there are signs for the Dragon King to go on a tour. As long as we notice a large number of fish escaping, we can follow suit."

Then, this talkative man who longed for the world of cultivating immortals shared the general process of catching crabs.

in short:
The crabs in Heishuize start to migrate along a certain route every year in early autumn.

Like the Zhao family, boatmen who make a living by fishing for "black water crabs" have the ability to observe "water patterns" and can roughly judge the location of "crab farms". At the same time, they can also grasp the "route" of some crabs' migration .

As long as the boat passes by, rely on experience to determine the approximate location, then sink the crabs into the water to block the migration path of the crabs.

Then, just wait for an hour or two to pull the crabs out of the water, and those crabs that have not climbed over the barrier and hang on the utensils will become the fisherman's harvest.

If it is night, you can try to attract with lights.

"Sometimes if you are lucky, you don't have to go too deep to find the crab farm. But if you are unlucky, you have to go deeper. Blackwater crabs will crawl to Qianjiao Island." Zhao Daniu sighed with envy:
"The immortal masters on the island definitely have no shortage of crabs to eat."

Ji Pingan smiled.

At this time, the old man Zhao called his son over with a loud voice.

"Father, what are you calling me for?" Zhao Daniu asked doubtfully.

But seeing the majestic face of the old boatman, he glanced behind him and saw that Ji Pingan had returned to the cabin, so he took out the cigarette bag wrapped around his waist, untied the rope little by little, took two puffs of low-quality local cigarettes, and stared at Erlang:

"Don't get involved with those people. A group of rich people who don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth. They are living a good life. They only come to risk their lives. We only use money to do things. When we walk in, we find a crab farm. The fish is almost the same. Let them go, don't involve too much."

Zhao Daniu wanted to say something, but his old father raised his hand to drive him away, so he had to swallow it and go to work.

Only the old man Zhao was left exhaling smoke, looking at the dark lake, feeling more and more uneasy.

On the other side, Ji Pingan returned to the cabin and explained the situation to the emperor who was lying on the bed.

Fang Shijie and Huang He who were listening looked at each other in dismay:

"Could it be that the island master of Qianjiao did it deliberately? To avoid mortals from approaching?"

Ji Pingan shook his head. According to Zhao's father and son, Heishuize has been restless since the return of the stars. He just heard the roar, which made him have some guesses.

But after all, it is difficult to prove, shaking his head and saying:

"Don't think too much, just wait with peace of mind. According to the time, these two days should also be the days when the rest of the Four Saints will land on the island. Maybe we will meet again later."

……

The ship officially sailed into Heishuize. After entering this huge lake with treacherous terrain, it was obvious that the speed of the ship began to slow down.

Looking out through the window, you can also see the rapid flow of water.

The boat moved in a certain direction and docked one by one under the guidance of the old man Zhao, and then the boatman threw the crab into the water and tied fish bubbles on it as a beacon.

Then sail, and do the same at the next location.

In this way, when you come back from a circle, you can just pull up the cage, which makes Yu Yu, Mu Yaoyao and others who have never left the capital of God very interested.

It's just that Zhao's father and son's luck is obviously bad, and the few cages they put down in a row have nothing to gain.

It was the net that was thrown together, and a lot of fat and big black fish were picked up.

"Let's go in." Old man Zhao held his cigarette pouch, hesitated, and ordered through gritted teeth.

The boat continued to sail, but it didn't take long before the bean-sized raindrops fell from the sky, and ripples immediately appeared on the lake.

Accompanied by thunder and sudden strong winds, the sky and earth darkened like night.

Layers of waves hit the side of the ship, and the old fishing boat shook violently. The boatmen ran in panic, fixing the crabbing tools on the boat, and some people went to lower the sails.

Old man Zhao stood in the rain and shouted loudly, but his voice was covered by thunder.

"The cage is open! Open!" Suddenly, someone exclaimed.

The rope on one side of the deck fell off, and several bamboo crabs rolled down into the lake.

Zhao Daniu's expression changed drastically, and he swooped over to grab the broken rope, but the bumpy deck and heavy crab shells made it difficult for him to use his strength.

Just when he was about to fall off the boat together, the end of the hemp rope suddenly tightened.

Zhao Daniu hastily turned his head and was shocked to see the five people in the cabin, who at some point stepped onto the deck. At this moment, a girl grabbed the oiled rope end with one hand, her face was expressionless, as if she didn't have any effort at all.

How can it be?

Zhao Daniu suspected that he was dazzled, and when he looked again, it was five people who were holding the rope together, and they all seemed to be struggling.

"Back to the cabin, back to the cabin!"

The old man Zhao in the distance shouted this way, under the violent wind and rain, no one else noticed what happened here just now.

After a group of people rushed back to the cabin in embarrassment and locked the main cabin door with the latch, they felt that the sound of the wind and waves outside suddenly dropped.

It's just that the turbulence of the boat became more and more violent. All the boatmen were soaked and looked anxious.

But with such a strong wind, it is difficult to even stand still. As mortals, they are powerless to contend with Tianwei, so they can only hide in the cabin and let themselves be manipulated.

Ji Ping'an and the other five stood in the corner, looking at Zhao Daniu who was sitting on the ground panting heavily:

"Is this common too?"

The latter turned pale, wiped off the rain, and said:

"There is no such strong wind in previous years. This wave is almost comparable to the sea."

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

Ji Pingan remained silent, closed his eyes and sensed secretly. In such a harsh environment, the old fisherman Zhao lost his sense of direction, but he couldn't trouble the star official.

Soon, Ji Ping'an discovered that the boat was drifting towards the depths of the Black Water Ze, and before he knew it, he had already gone deep, and no other fishing boats could be seen nearby.

Finally, after an unknown period of time, the wind died down and the boat calmed down.

The boatmen in the cabin boldly pushed open the cabin door, only to see that the light outside was dim, there was still light rain in the sky, and big black fishes were jumping on the deck.

But the old man Zhao's face suddenly turned ugly, and he found that the outline of Qianjiao Island was very close.

"Hoist the sails, hoist the sails, go back!"

The dark-skinned old man shouted loudly, with an unprecedented sense of crisis in his heart—it was the first time in his life to go so far.

"Ah, look, the fish in this water..."

A boatman ran towards the mast, stopped abruptly, and pointed down the side of the ship in astonishment.

When everyone came closer, they saw a huge school of fish under the lake frantically fleeing towards the distance, and the number was astonishing.

If they saw it in normal times, the fishermen would be overjoyed, but at this moment they are only horrified.

Zhao Daniu suddenly raised his head, looked towards Qianjiao Island, and heard the sound of "squeaking" water, and there was a faint, low-pitched sound echoing that made it difficult to contain the fear.

The island in the mist crouched like a gigantic ancient behemoth, choosing to devour people.

Layers of water waves rolled up on the surface of the lake, and a huge shadow gradually approached.

The boatmen exclaimed. Someone wanted to raise the sail and turn the rudder, but they were horrified to find that the lake suddenly rose.

The waves rolled in front raised the towering bow of the ship little by little, and the deck turned into an inclined angle. Some people couldn't stand stably, lying on the ground, and wooden barrels rolled down along the deck.

Old man Zhao firmly grasped the steering wheel with both hands, his legs were as motionless as nails, and his clothes were ripped open, revealing his gnarled and dark chest.

At this moment, he opened his mouth wide, tried his best to raise his head, and opened his eyes.

Then, this old man who has traveled across the waters of the south of the Yangtze River for decades saw the only scene he had ever seen in his life.

The surface of the lake suddenly burst into water waves, a dozen feet high, black and green all over, smooth without scales, with two bulges on the top of the head, and a trembling bearded "dragon" slowly drilled out of the big lake.

Condescending, overlooking the wooden boat.

The huge lantern-like pupils of the "Ink Jiao" were like a headlight that pierced orange-yellow beams in a rainy night, shooting out two beams of light, overlooking the deck.

An indescribable fear that originated in the blood rose up, instantly blanking the minds of the ten boatmen, including old man Zhao, and falling into extreme panic.

Losing the ability to speak, the blood in his body seemed to be frozen, and he could only scream unconsciously.

"Dragon... Dragon King..."

Zhao Daniu's head seemed to explode, his eyes widened, and there was only one thought in his mind:
The Dragon King appeared, and it stared at everyone who broke in, and they all died!

The boatmen, who had fallen into extreme terror, had no time to notice that at this moment, the five young men on board who they looked down upon and believed to be committing suicide showed no fear at all.

Even his body didn't tremble at all, he was firmly planted on the sloping deck, only his clothes were shaking.

What's more, what this huge "Mo Jiao" is really staring at is not them at all, but a few people headed by Ji Pingan.

"Let me, the holy lady, chop this ugly thing off with one sword!"

With an excited face, Yu Yu transmitted his voice secretly, and kept rubbing the sword rope hidden in his sleeve on his wrist.

Huang He and Mu Yaoyao were also eager to try, only feeling the excitement.

The first God Emperor, who leaned over as a puppet, rolled his eyes in the book box. He had also seen the real East Sea Flood Dragon.

It can be seen at a glance that the bluffing big guy in front of him is just a big loach that barely ranks among the genus of flood dragons.

Ji Pingan held a book in his hand, his black hair trembled in the wind, and his expression was indifferent. Hearing that the book in his hand was flipping, there was a shimmer of light on the yellowed pages.

However, just as he was about to tear off a page, his ear pinna moved suddenly, and he suppressed the thought of making a move.

In the next second, I heard a loud shout from behind the ship:
"Naughty animal! How dare you act fiercely?"

As soon as the sound came to their ears, the boatmen felt their blood flow again and their thinking became active again. They subconsciously turned their heads and looked back, and saw a small boat shooting towards them like arrows in the drizzle.

At the bow of the boat, stood an old Taoist priest wearing an apricot-yellow Taoist robe, tied in a bun, with a string of silver bells around his waist, and holding a strange lantern.

The handle of the lantern was light at the front and heavy at the back, curved in shape, polished smooth and translucent.

An iron chain hangs from the end, and an octagonal oil lamp with a black iron frame is suspended. The wick is burning with a cluster of faint purple flames, with streams of radiant light, coiling around.

Behind the Taoist, on one left and one on the right, stood two girls about seven or eight years old.

One of them is holding an oar, and they are like twins, with exactly the same appearance.

"Roar—" At this moment, suddenly interrupted by a sharp shout, the Mo Jiao looked away, looked at the Taoist priest, and let out a low growl of warning.

But in the next second, the old Taoist priest stepped on the bow of the boat, jumped up, and flew over the big boat.

The left hand pointed like a sword, and the purple flame in the lantern moved, suddenly diffused, and silently burned into a large piece of purple fire, rolling back towards the ink dragon.

The huge false dragon seemed to be afraid, and let out an incomprehensible roar.

The water splashed and splashed, and its huge body rumbled into the water, but before diving into the bottom of the lake, it glanced suspiciously at Ji Ping'an's position again.

The dark green dragon came and went quickly, in the blink of an eye, water splashed, and the lifted bow fell heavily.

The huge black shadow disappeared, and the lake returned to calm.

Only when the drizzle fell, Ji Pingan noticed that the old Taoist priest with a soul lamp had his eyes slightly closed.

From the slits of the eyes, one can see the cloudy whites of the eyes.

"A blind man?" Yu Yu muttered in a low voice, disappointed that he missed a chance to manifest himself in person.

"The visitor is not kind." Ji Pingan whispered, putting away the scroll in his hand.

At this time, the mortals who were full of the ship woke up like a dream and realized what happened just now.

Old man Zhao was gasping for breath, almost paralyzed on the rudder of the boat, and ignored the pipe stick on the back of his waist when it fell to the ground. After regaining consciousness for a while, he immediately turned around and knelt down, bowing to the blind old Taoist priest:
"Thank you Immortal Master for saving your life..."

The rest of the boatmen realized it later, and hurriedly shouted after him.

In their eyes, it must be an extremely powerful fairy master who can scare away such a powerful dragon just by appearing on the stage.

The blind old man didn't care about the worship of these mortals, but turned around, held a purple soul lamp, and "looked" at Ji Pingan and the others with his blind eyes.

A smile was slowly drawn on the corner of his mouth, and he said:
"Young master, are you going to land on the island?"

He quickly judged the master-slave relationship from everyone's dress and position.

Ji Pingan nodded, seeing a boatman looking over, he cupped his hands:

"We are from Zhongzhou. I heard that Qianjiao Island has an inheritance of immortality, so I came here to seek immortality."

The blind old man had a strange expression when he heard the words. In an instant, he seemed to understand the situation, smiled, and said:

"Pindao happens to be going to the island too, why don't you go into the house and talk about it?"

Ji Pingan readily agreed, and told Yu Yu and others to wait in a room, while he walked to a separate cabin.

At this time, the small boat also sailed to the side of the big boat, and two seven or eight-year-old girls quickly fixed the two boats together.

Then he jumped onto the deck, and quickly walked to the side of the blind old Taoist.

Among them, the elder sister with slightly thinner cheeks went to get the lantern:
"Master, let me get it."

Just now, the old Taoist, who seemed to be an orthodox exorcist and defender, suddenly became gloomy, "stared" at the latter and said:

"I'm blind, are you blind too? Didn't you see that the lights weren't bright enough?!"

As he spoke, he slapped him down, but was suddenly blocked by the round-faced sister with his back, making a dull sound. The girl's round face instantly twisted in pain, and tears fell one by one:

"Don't hit my sister, don't hit my sister..."

The elder sister hurriedly protected the younger sister behind her, raised her small face, and squeezed out a flattering smile:

"What the master reprimanded is, this is fueling, this is fueling..."

The blind old Taoist withdrew his hand and said lightly:

"Let's add more later, and go to meet the guests with the teacher."

With that said, the group of three followed Ji Pingan and went to the same cabin.

Only the old man Zhao, Zhao Daniu and the boatman were left, kneeling on the ground, and only raised their heads at this moment, both grateful for their survival and perplexed.

"Father, I always feel that this old fairy teacher is not good..."

Zhao Daniu lowered his voice, "Is that young master in danger?"

Old man Zhao gave him a hard look: "Shut your mouth!"

Then the curmudgeon old man picked up the pipe pipe and told the rest of the boatmen to tidy up the deck and repair the boat.

Immediately, he looked at the closed door of the cabin anxiously and suspiciously, not understanding what was going on.

……

In the cabin.

As the door closed, Ji Pingan sat cross-legged at the small table, motioned for the three blind old men to sit down, and said calmly:

"The Daoist just reprimanded his disciples face to face, which is too much."

The older immature girl heard the words, as if she was afraid that her master would be angry, and hurriedly wanted to explain something, but the old Taoist priest with a soul lamp interrupted with a smile:

"This young man has a kind heart."

Saying that, he put the lantern aside, let the purple flame burn, and sat cross-legged.

Looking at Ji Pingan with a pair of white and godless blind eyes, his "eyes" fell on the crumpled book he put on the table, smiled, and said:
"I don't want to. In our holy religion, there are still calligraphers. It's really rare. It's so strange."

This sentence is light and fluffy, but it is full of temptation, or in other words, it is a blow to the horse.

You must know that there are not many people in the world who can recognize the inheritance of the "calligrapher". The old Taoist revealed his identity at the beginning of the game, just to gain the upper hand in the conversation.

At this time, I was even more looking forward to the shocked reaction of the young man in front of me.

However he was disappointed.

There was no surprise or cautiousness on Ji Ping'an's face, he just looked at him casually, or at the soul lamp, and immediately picked up the teacup, and said lightly:
"It's better than the soul lamp pie that burns oil and lights lamps with childish blood."

The blind old man's smile froze instantly, and his expression changed slightly.

(End of this chapter)