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

When he arrived, two Japanese envoys were waiting at the entrance of the temple, and when he left, the city god of Yuanjiang County, Xiang Changqing, personally escorted him out. The two chatted as they walked until they reached the entrance of the temple.

"Okay, there's no need to give it away, Mr. Xiang. Today, I would like to thank everyone in Yuanjiang County for clarifying Yi's doubts and making suggestions for Yi. Yi Shuyuan is grateful!"

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

"Mr. Yi, you're welcome. If anything happens, you can come here to see me at any time!"

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

After saying this, Yi Shuyuan put away his hands and gradually walked away under the watch of the old city god Song Changqing.

Watching Yi Shuyuan's back disappear into the street, Song Changqing frowned slightly and then relaxed slowly. This person is really a mystery...

In the end, Song Changqing didn't even ask Yi Shuyuan why he came to the Yi family to become such a Yi Shuyuan. Maybe there really was a deeper meaning. It was better not to mention it rashly without the other party telling him.

With this in mind, Song Changqing glanced at the location of Kuonan Mountain, and after thinking about it, decided to go see Huang Hongchuan in the evening. After deciding on the matter, he turned around and walked back to the temple, but before stepping into the temple gate, he looked up

A glance at Zuibin Building.

It was already getting late, the streets outside the Chenghuang Temple were already very lively, and there were more and more pilgrims inside the temple.

In the private room of Zuibin Building, last night's food and wine had already been removed, and my hungover friend had been asked to be carried 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 coming out of the temple. After seeing Yi Shuyuan saying goodbye to an old man, he was subconsciously attracted to the old man and guessed

Who is the other party?

Unexpectedly, the old man suddenly raised his head and looked here. Chu Hang was so frightened that he quickly squatted down from the window with a guilty conscience. When he raised his head again, the man was already gone.

After much hesitation, Chu Hang paid the bill, went to the Chenghuang Temple again, bought three more sticks of incense, and entered the temple with other pilgrims. This time he was paying attention to the other pilgrims, but also had some speculation in his mind.

In this case, I frequently looked at the statues of the gods in each temple.

Finally, 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 felt as if he was being charged with electricity, and a numbness shot from his heels to the top of his head.

Of course, Chu Hang couldn't see the old man's appearance clearly, but his dress and demeanor were actually similar to the statue of the City God, except that he didn't wear the conspicuous crown of heaven.

Chu Hang swallowed, and sincerely bowed to the statue of the City God again and again, then put incense and left immediately. This incident 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, Chu Hang felt a sense of excitement again. This time he finally met an expert with real skills, right?

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At a wonton stall on the roadside, Yi Shuyuan was eating wonton soup and steamed buns. He also watched Chu Hang passing by the roadside. Seeing how he stepped on his feet and looked ahead from time to time, he probably thought that Yi Shuyuan was in that direction.

Yi Shuyuan smiled casually and had no intention of stopping Chu Hang. According to Wu Minggao, this guy was a problem child.

After swallowing the steamed bun in his mouth and taking a sip of wonton soup, Yi Shuyuan looked at the clear soup without a single wonton in the bowl and fell into deep thought. The heat was rising like smoke, and vaguely, the reflection on the soup surface seemed to change with his thoughts.

, becomes hazy and confusing.

"Huh~"

Yi Shuyuan blew the hot air, causing ripples in the clear soup. Then he brought it to his mouth and drank the wonton soup, savoring the taste.

"Staff, can I add a little more salt to this soup?"

The man setting up the stall glanced at Yi Shuyuan and pretended not to hear. Yi Shuyuan didn't take it seriously and said nothing more. He ate the steamed buns and the soup, left the money and left.

The stall owner went to collect the penny on the table while muttering.

"Everyone has it. They want to buy a steamed bun and a bowl of soup, but they still think the soup is bland..."

Yi Shuyuan in front just pretended that he didn't hear anything and walked quickly towards the county government office. As he walked, he suddenly showed a smile. Is it because he has become thicker-skinned or his mentality is different after entering the immortal world?

, maybe a little bit of both!

Perhaps it was because although the baby's matter was troublesome, it was at least somewhat settled. Yi Shuyuan was obviously in a good mood and had a faint smile on his face when he returned.

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

"We are selling fans, we are selling fans, round fans, folding fans, and palmetto fans. It will be hot after a while, so everyone who passes by comes to take a look~~~"

fan?

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

"Hey, sir, let's take a look at the fan. There is a good folding fan here. Look at this one. It has red rosewood as the bones and special rice paper as the fan surface. It has calligraphy and paintings by famous artists on it. It is definitely the first choice for literati!"

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

"Well, look at this one again. It has solid bamboo as bone and lacquer paper as the surface. It's thick and elegant!"

The vendors were very lively and spoke eloquently.

Yi Shuyuan picked up the fan and turned it around in his hands, then unfolded the fan. A bit of black paper fell from the dark fan surface, and the black surface of the fan was also mottled with white...

The vendor quickly took out a fan without paper.

"This one is made of overlapping fragrant wood. It is exquisitely made and leaves a fragrance after the wind. 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 and is made of thin pieces of wood. It is also very small, but the aroma is more like the smell of powder.

"This young master, 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 boring.

“I haven’t seen anything I want to buy yet.”

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

Yi Shuyuan closed his eyes slightly and flashed with light. As he thought, he vaguely sketched the shadow of a fan in his mind, but he couldn't describe it and could only shake his head again.

"I can't tell..."

"this......"

The vendor was speechless. He wasted so much time. If he hadn't seen the man in front of him who was plainly dressed but had an extraordinary bearing, he would definitely not have a good look on his face.

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 does this one cost?"

The stall owner immediately smiled.

"The guest has good taste. I think the guest is also an elegant scholar who knows how to use fans. This red rosewood fan only 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 cold, so I shouldn't use a fan. I'm sorry!"

Yi Shuyuan apologized and turned around to leave. Are you kidding me? Ten coins and twenty coins can barely support me. Two hundred coins is not enough. It is not satisfactory in the first place.

As soon as he left, the smile of the fan seller froze on his face. He didn't have to pay two hundred coins, he could bargain...

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The sky was getting dark, the sunset was hanging thin, and Huang Hongchuan had an unexpected guest outside the mountain temple in Kuonan Mountain, so that he appeared immediately and walked out of the mountain temple quickly.

"To the City God?"

The figure outside the temple turned out to be the City God of Yuanjiang County. Strictly speaking, less than half of Kuonan Mountain is within the territory of Yuanjiang County. However, these two earthly gods are in charge of their own affairs. Even the ghosts, gods and mountain monsters under their command cannot be seen once in a hundred years. Not to mention visiting in person.

At this moment, the city god was bowing his hands to Huang Chongchuan, and he was also looking at the damaged mountain temple. Not only was there a big hole in the roof, but even the statue was chopped into half and was scorched black. This mountain god did not take his priesthood seriously.

"Huang Gong! It seems that your mountain temple is in trouble?"

Huang Hongchuan also sighed after hearing Cheng Huang's somewhat ridiculing words.

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

After Huang Hongchuan returned the gift, he asked Chang Qing to go in. His mountain temple did not have the style of the City God Temple, and now it was completely like a ruined temple. However, the two of them obviously did not really care about this, so they entered the temple and asked Chang Qing. Then he spoke.

"Mr. Huang, does he know why I'm here?"

At this moment, Huang Hongchuan probably guessed the reason.

"Mr. Yi must have been to Xiang Chenghuang's place, right?"

The old city god nodded.

"Yes, Mr. Yi discussed with me the matter of reincarnation in the mountain stone, but that is not what I want to say. May I ask Mr. Huang if he knows the origin of this immortal master?"

Huang Hongchuan smiled.

"An expert is indeed an expert, but after all, how could Lord Cheng Huang not know that the tombs of Mr. Yi's parents are still on the mountain, and they belong to the Yi family in Xihe Village..."

"Hey!"

Huang Hongchuan frowned.

"Why is Xiang Chenghuang laughing?"

The old city god smiled and shook his head.

"I also know that you know Mr. Yi's origin. It is neither imagined nor clear."

"how do I say this?"

Huang Hongchuan asked immediately, while the old city god looked at the mountain scenery outside the temple.
To be continued...