In the evening, Chu Hang and two friends who had returned to Yuanjiang County met again at Tongxinlou. The three of them ordered a table of dishes, and while they drank and chatted, they naturally talked about the things that happened during the day.

"So that Confucian scholar is not a monster, but a human being?"

Zhang Yutong said this, and Chu Hang nodded while picking up the vegetables. In order to prevent his two friends from looking down on a civil servant, he even used the case he had just heard about to seduce others.

"We can drink wine slowly. There is also an anecdote that you two would like to hear?"

"What anecdote?"

"Hey, the Yuanjiang County government is interrogating the ghosts at night to avenge them! Hey, let's not think too much. This matter is not false. It happened a while ago. Everyone in Yuanjiang County knows it! Hey, the waiter over there, before

Do you still remember the time when the county government redressed the grievances of ghosts?"

Chu Hang said the first half to the two people at the same table, and the second half to the waiter who was serving food at another table. The latter looked back and said.

"How can I forget that! I have never encountered anything like this in my life, and that damn evil businessman is still in jail! Everyone said they want to go see it on the day of execution!"

After hearing what the waiter said, Lu Min and Zhang Yu looked at each other, then looked at Chu Hang.

"Hurry up and tell me!" "That's right, don't show off!"

As Chu Hang narrated, the two of them were gradually attracted by the strangeness of the case, and even more realized that Mr. Yi was no longer a simple civil servant.

Lu Min and Zhang Yutong felt a little excited when they heard this and couldn't help but say.

"Then why don't you invite Mr. Yi to come and have a talk? We can meet each other by chance in the mountains!"

"Yes! Why not invite Mr. Yi?"

Chu Hang shook his head sadly.

"My uncle said that he is not an ordinary person. Writing the county annals in the county government is just a matter of pleasure. His calligraphy skills are worthy of everyone, and our pursuit of pleasure is just a piece of cake for him.

Tell me not to disturb him. If this hermit is displeased and leaves the county government office, he will take me for granted!"

"Brother Chu, you..." "I am so miserable in your uncle's eyes..."

"Why......"

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Yi Shuyuan didn't know that someone was talking about him behind his back. It was already nighttime, and he was sitting in front of the desk in the library, writing down what happened during the day. This was not a diary written by an "irregular person", but a pure record of mysteries.

Interesting fact, while he was writing, he also realized a new problem and couldn't help but sigh.

"Hey, when I go out on my own in the future, paper will be a big problem."

Yi Shuyuan felt that he would definitely meet many people and things in the future, and he would want to record all kinds of wonderful stories. In the future, there will be more and more paper books, and he may have to drag a big box, which is really inconvenient.

As he was thinking about it, Yi Shuyuan felt that he was thinking a little too much, but he couldn't stop thinking. On the paper at the moment, he happened to write about the tea shed disappearing after waking up, and he couldn't help but feel a slight movement in his heart.

Maybe in the future, he will encounter something magical and magical, which can solve his worries. Thinking like this, Yi Shuyuan looked at the rock that served as an inkstone.

Yi Shuyuan gradually became sleepy. He dozed off in a daze. When he woke up, it was already dawn. He raised his head and looked at the bright sky outside. He couldn't help but rub his arms and put on the clothes on his body.

Dress well.

"Hiss... no wonder I slept so cold."

Yi Shuyuan looked at the table, put away what he wrote last night, stood up and stamped his feet to stretch his muscles, preparing to ask Wu Minggao for a leave. Since he agreed to return the stone yesterday, he would not delay it until the next time he takes a bath.

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Naturally, Wu Minggao would not refuse to give him this little face. After Yi Shuyuan said hello, he went directly to the street outside to buy some food and hurried to the mountains.

This time Yi Shuyuan had a clear goal, so he didn't go in the direction of the mountain temple. He only took a second look at the ancient pine trees when he passed by.

With the help of God and his good feet, Yi Shuyuan had already arrived at the mountain stream before noon.

Yi Shuyuan first drank some mountain spring water in this place where the trickling stream was tinkling. Spring water was still dripping from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were already wandering up and down the stream. He didn't find the little strange fish, but there were some crabs moving around.

"Forget it, let me return the house to you first. Well, I remember it is this place!"

Yi Shuyuan looked around and came to the drop of a stream. He put down the oil-paper umbrella and the baggage, took out the yellow stone that he had used as an inkstone for a while from the bag, and placed it where the stream fell.

The stone is still roughly the same as before, but there is still a circle of ink in the center of the dent that cannot be washed away.

When the stone was placed by Yi Shuyuan, a stream of clear spring suddenly hit the depression of the stone inkstone, stirring up circles of water splashes and creating layers of ink halo. The sunlight shone in, and a shallow rainbow faded and faded.

now.

Yi Shuyuan stared at it for a while, then stood up on his knees, recalling the words of the old man under the ancient pine tree, he smiled and shouted towards the opposite stream.

"Baby~ I'll put your precious house back to its original place for you!"

Yi Shuyuan waited expectantly for a long time, but there was no response.

There were no special small fish emerging from the stream. Yi Shuyuan suddenly felt bored. After standing for a while, he picked up his umbrella and baggage and walked towards Shannangang.

After Yi Shuyuan had just left for a while, a small light yellow loach-like fish quietly came out from under the dead branches and leaves somewhere in the stream. It popped out of the stream and spit out two bubbles. When he saw the rainbow,

, the tail flicked, and it brought up a piece of mud and rushed over.

Under the yellow stones, the splashing stream water has an ink color, and the little loach looks particularly comfortable every time it breathes.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound from the waterside.

"When you put ink on the spiritual platform, wisdom comes... God's will and fortune, you are so lucky, baby!"

A man who looked like a woodcutter with a weathered face was standing there looking at the yellow stones in the stream and the small fish in the water. The latter retracted into the stone, while the woodcutter looked in the direction of Shannangang. It seemed to the scholar

It’s extraordinary, I’m afraid he is a man of great wisdom!

On the other side, Yi Shuyuan is approaching Shannangang. He hasn't been here for a while. Let's stop by his parents' tombs today.

But when Yi Shuyuan set foot on Shannan Hill, he found that someone was already here. The woodcutter who was by the water just now was sitting on a bundle of firewood waiting for him.

Yi Shuyuan felt happy and walked over quickly to salute.

"Yesterday I was thinking about when I would see you again, but today I get to see you, Yi Shuyuan is so polite!"

The woodcutter nodded slightly and stood up. Only then did Yi Shuyuan realize that there was a bamboo tube at his feet, which was exactly the one he placed at the mountain temple to hold wine yesterday.

Yi Shuyuan's joy was palpable, and he thought that compared to those believers who prayed to God and worshiped Buddha, he could still talk to the mountain god face to face.

The woodcutter looked in the direction of the mountain stream, moved his muscles and bones, and said slowly.

"You must already know that the yellow stone is a treasure, right?"

How could Yi Shuyuan not know this? When he came close, his words were very candid.

"I do know it. Yesterday, an old man from the tea shed told Yi anecdotes. Because he knew it, he returned it to its original place today. If it were just an ordinary mountain stone, I would use it directly."

The woodcutter smiled again and sat down.

"You not only talk about it, but you actually do it. It is really rare for a mortal to have such a big heart, but what if I tell you that doing so may not be a good thing?"

Yi Shuyuan frowned and looked at the woodcutter with a puzzled expression.

"Why? Is that doll still holding a grudge against me?"

"No, as the baby's intelligence improves, he will understand that you have great kindness to him in the future."

The mountain god looked in the direction of the mountain stream and continued to speak.

"As the saying goes, if you are an aquatic spiritual being, anyone who is determined will want to transform into a dragon. Although the doll's Taoism is shallow, but spiritual intelligence brings wisdom, after all, the chance will be greater."

"Is it true that after cultivating monsters, they will harm people?"

Yi Shuyuan walked closer and looked at the scene in the mountains, waiting for the woodcutter to say what he wanted to say.

"Of course not. There are many monsters, monsters, demons and monsters in the world, and they can do harm to people. However, in this corner of Kuonan Mountain, I am quite aware of it, and there are very few such evil spirits."

In other words, is there actually something here? Of course, Yi Shuyuan kept this in his heart, and he was not so ignorant to ask it now, and the woodcutter continued.

"Practice for five hundred years to transform into a dragon, then practice hard for another five hundred years to become a dragon, then you can realize the dream of transforming into a dragon. Once you cross this hurdle, the world will be vast!"

Yi Shuyuan's interest increased greatly and he couldn't help blurting out.

"Are these five hundred years exactly five hundred years, or can there be some discrepancies?"

The woodcutter was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect Yi Shuyuan to ask such a question, and answered with a bit of laughter.

"This naturally refers to the Taoist conduct. If it is true that one can turn into a dragon in five hundred years, the way of heaven would be too kind! There are many catastrophes in it. If it cannot be overcome, it is lucky that the Taoist conduct will regress. If you are not careful, the body will die and the Taoism will disappear.

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"Then there are also people with extraordinary talents who have achieved profound Taoism in a relatively short period of time?"

The woodcutter smiled.

"There are high and low trees, good and bad, just like someone who is called a child prodigy. His writing skills are far better than those of ordinary people with the help of gods. All things can also follow this way."

Yi Shuyuan secretly wrote it down while the woodcutter was still talking.

"When a baby turns into a dragon, the streams in the mountains are not enough. The water needs to be strong enough to rush into the rivers and swamps where there is plenty of water."

Yi Shuyuan's heart moved.

"Are you saying that when the baby goes down the mountain, there may be a flood, causing disaster to the people nearby, and I am responsible for what happened today?"

"It is true that he will bear some karma, but it is not when he goes down the mountain. If he can cultivate to that level, he will not be allowed to mess around in Kuonan Mountain. Besides, the E River is so close, and there is no need to go to war. A mountain torrent can enter the river."

"But I can't control him at that time. It's hard to predict whether it will be a blessing or a disaster, a virtue or a sin. You didn't just return the rocks, but you left wisdom on them. The relationship with you is not that big!"
To be continued...