Elaborate on the world of mortals

Chapter 27
Seeing the three people leaving seemed to be a little panicked, Yi Shuyuan stood there wondering for a while, then suddenly burst out laughing, maybe they also regarded him as some kind of mountain monster?
"These three guys are interesting!"

With such a smile, Yi Shuyuan picked up the bamboo jar for wine and the package of pastries on the ground, looked around the mountain road, and left again.

About half an hour away from Gusong Mountain Road, Yi Shuyuan found a mountain temple, which stood on a relatively gentle hill, surrounded by mountain peaks, and open but surrounded by a few unknown big trees. The small temple is shaded.

Yi Shuyuan breathed a sigh of relief and walked over. The location of the temple is relatively remote. Obviously, the mountain god is not too eager for incense.

Walking into the temple gate, you can see that the inside of the temple is as mottled and old as the outside, and there is a faint scent of sandalwood.

There was an incense burner candlestick on the offering table, and a plate of dumped tributes. They were some steamed buns that were not known when they were offered. They fell on several tables on the ground.

The statue sits on a high platform, and the statue is still wearing a cloak, which looks very majestic. There is a yellow streamer under the beam in the center of the temple covering the shoulders of the statue. Only when you go to the incense table can you see the whole picture of the statue.

There are words on the flag, Yi Shuyuan read out softly.

"He is in charge of Kuo Nanshan."

Yi Shuyuan walked to the incense table, picked up a steamed bun and squeezed it. It was as hard as a rock. It seems that no one has come to worship this mountain temple for a long time, but it is definitely not that no one has come to the mountain temple, because some people in the temple There are traces of a fire in the corner, and some firewood is piled up.

The firewood may have been put by the woodcutter transformed by the mountain god, but the fire should not have been made by him.

Yi Shuyuan put the sealed bamboo jar on the incense table, straightened the offering plate, and put three pieces of rice cake on it.

"A jug of dirty wine, three pieces of rice cakes, and a heart-to-heart chat."

After doing all this, Yi Shuyuan hesitated for a while, but he still didn’t kneel down in front of the futon to worship like a believer. First, he didn’t have this habit in two lifetimes. Second, he didn’t come to pray for God. Third, he had a face-to-face meeting with the mountain god. After chatting, he said something that might be out of his control, but what Yi Mouren thought was not the kind of friendship that is inferior to others.

Yes, after coming to the mountain temple, Yi Shuyuan had a feeling in his heart that he could confirm that the woodcutter was the mountain god.

So Yi Shuyuan just bowed his hands towards the statue, and then left. He was at most trying to get close, and since the other party didn't want to show up, he didn't have to stay here with a faceless face.

After all, everyone in Yi Shuyuan has come here, so how could the God of a Mountain not know that he came here specially?

Before going out, Yi Shuyuan looked back at the mountain god statue, thinking in his heart, how long can a mortal live?

In a world where there are no high-speed trains, planes, cars, mountains everywhere, primitive road conditions and many dangers, how far can Yi and others go?

But Yi Shuyuan thinks that there are some special things about him, maybe he can be solved by the mountain god, maybe he also has a chance to glimpse the immortal way?Even if it doesn't work, it's okay to get acquainted with some gods, ghosts and even ghosts.

Walking out of the mountain temple, Yi Shuyuan smiled slightly, his heart suddenly brightened, and he opened and closed his lips to sing.

"Logging~~get salary~live life~~~a pot of turbid wine~~~three liters of rice~~~"

The voice is lofty and mellow, no worse than what the woodcutter sang before, and even the leisurely demeanor has not been lost, or Yi Shuyuan also has Yi Shuyuan's own spirit.

Because I slept under the ancient pine tree, the time has been delayed for a long time. Since I didn't see the mountain god, Yi Shuyuan planned to go back. Kuonan Mountain is not small, so he put out his original idea of ​​going to Shannangang , if you go from this position, it will definitely be dark when you go back to the county seat.

Along the way, folk songs were accompanied by minor tunes. Yi Shuyuan passed by the ancient pine again, bowed his hands towards the big tree, and went back humming without stopping.

The bag of pastries was not all placed in the Shanshen Temple, but half of it was in Yi Shuyuan's own place, which was regarded as lunch.
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At the Yuanjiang County Yamen, a figure hurriedly ran to a yard behind the county Yamen, and ran directly to the official office where the chief secretary Wu Minggao worked.

Before the person arrived, the voice entered the room first.

"Uncle, uncle, I'm here."

"In a panic, what a formality!"

Wu Minggao looked up at the person who came in, and interrupted him with a yell. The person flinched, walked slowly to the table, and said in a low voice.

"Uncle, it rained before, and two friends and I encountered strange things in Kuo Nan Mountain!"

"rain?"

Wu Minggao glanced outside the door. It didn't seem to be raining in the county. It seemed to be a mountain rain. He continued to write and asked casually.

"What's so weird?"

"Uncle, let me tell you, my friend and I just went up the mountain not long ago, and it suddenly started to rain in the mountain. Then we met a Confucian scholar, and he took us to a tea shed. The tea has a refreshing fragrance, which seems to be called Songwu."

It turned out that it was Chu Hang who called Wu Minggao uncle here, and as he kept talking, Wu Minggao gradually stopped writing.

"Then we were pushed to wake up, only to find that the tea shed and the old man had disappeared, and the surrounding area was just a barren mountain, only the Confucian scholar was still there! At that time, we were a little panicked, and we invited the Confucian scholar to go down the mountain together, but he smiled and refused. Fortunately, I reacted quickly and realized that he must not be human!"

Wu Minggao looked at his nephew with an inexplicable expression.

"You really encountered such a mysterious thing? Could it be that you have studied abroad for a few years and learned to make your uncle happy?"

"Oh, uncle, how dare I! By the way, the scholar said that his name is Yi Shuyuan, and he is also from Yuanjiang County, but that must be a reassurance for us. He talked and laughed with the old man as if drinking tea and discussing poetry, and even chatted about his family. , how can it be a human being! Eh? Could it be because of…”

Chu Hang suddenly exclaimed, he was reminded of his childhood thoughts by this incident, he only felt that he had bewitched an evil spirit, the more he thought about it, the more horrified he became, so that he was a little uneasy.

Wu Minggao was already in a state of distraction at the moment, and his heart was even more turbulent, but looking at his nephew's uneasy look, he felt quite dumbfounded.

Chu Hang looked at his uncle with a strange expression, thinking that he didn't believe him, so he said quickly.

"Uncle, I really didn't lie to you, and I dare not lie to you if I lie to anyone!"

"Hey, I know you never lied to me, you follow me."

As he said that, Wu Minggao left the desk and walked to the door. Chu Hang didn't know why, but he still followed. The two walked through the courtyard and corridor in the county government office, and some government officials saluted respectfully during the period.

Soon the two came to the location of the library.

Wu Minggao knocked on the door first, but there was no response from inside. He pushed the door lightly and entered, but Yi Shuyuan was not inside.

"Mr. Yi really went to Kuo Nan Mountain."

"Uncle, what are you mumbling about?"

With a smile on his face, Wu Minggao sighed and shook his head to look at Chu Hang.

"What you met was not a Confucian scholar or some mountain goblin, but a gentleman who helped compile the county annals, Mr. Yi Shu Yuanyi!"

Wu Minggao deliberately did not say that Yi Shuyuan was a civil servant, but instead used various other words to summarize his work. Hearing this, Chu Hang was stunned.

"Huh? Are you serious?"

"Can I still lie to you? It's because you are foreigners who don't know anything. This Mr. Yi is a strange person. His eyes can see ghosts and gods. If it is indeed him you saw in the mountains, then the mystery of the teahouse should be Really."

Chu Hang's expression was inexplicable, a person who can see ghosts and gods?
"No, Uncle, why don't you seem to believe me! I might as well be an outsider."

As Chu Hang spoke, his voice was cut off in his throat. He stared wide-eyed and looked towards a corridor, from which Yi Shuyuan was walking slowly.

"Uncle, uncle, that's him, he's that Confucian scholar!"

Wu Minggao ignored his nephew's fuss, smiled and bowed to Yi Shuyuan.

"Mr. Yi came back from Kuo Nan Mountain?"

Yi Shuyuan cupped his hands in return as he walked, seeing Chu Hang like this, he couldn't help smiling.

"It's just coming back from the mountain, Brother Chu, we meet again! Well, I'm neither a mountain ghost nor a monster, hahahahahaha."

"Uh, brother Yi. Uh heh heh, hahahaha"

Chu Hang finally realized that he didn't know that he had made a big oolong, so he couldn't help laughing out loud in embarrassment, and couldn't help feeling relieved.

(End of this chapter)