Seeing the three people leaving with a bit of panic, Yi Shuyuan stood there and wondered for a while, then suddenly burst into laughter. Could it be that they mistook him for some kind of mountain spirit?

"These three guys are quite interesting!"

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

About half an hour away from the ancient pine on the mountain road, Yi Shuyuan found a mountain temple. It stood on a relatively gentle hill. It leaned against the mountain on one side and was open on the other side but had a few unknown big trees.

The small temple provides shade.

Yi Shuyuan breathed a sigh of relief and walked over. The location of this temple was relatively remote. Obviously, the mountain god was not too eager for incense. Of course, it could also be that the people who built the temple were careless.

When you walk 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 were incense burners and candlesticks on the offering table, as well as a plate of overturned tributes. They were some steamed buns that were offered at an unknown time. They fell to several tables on the floor, and it was unclear whether some small animals had toppled them over.

The statue of the god is sitting on a high platform. The statue is also wearing a cloak and looks very majestic. There is a yellow flag 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 statue of the statue.

There were words on the flag, and Yi Shuyuan read it softly.

"In charge of Kuonan Mountain."

Yi Shuyuan walked to the incense table, picked up a steamed bun and squeezed it. It was as hard as a stone. It seems that no one has come to worship in this mountain temple for a long time, but it is definitely not that no one has come to the mountain temple, because there are some in the temple.

There were signs of a fire in the corner and some firewood piled up.

The firewood may have been put down by the woodcutter who was transformed into a mountain god, but he probably did not start the fire.

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

"A pot of turbid wine, three pieces of rice cakes, let's talk about our feelings."

After doing this, Yi Shuyuan hesitated for a while but still did not kneel down in front of the futon to worship like the believers. Firstly, he had not had this habit in his two lifetimes. Secondly, he did not come to pray to God. Thirdly, he had met the mountain god before.

After chatting with each other, I said something that may not be presumptuous, but that is, what he wants from someone is not the kind of friendship that involves being inferior to others.

Yes, after coming to this mountain temple, Yi Shuyuan had a feeling in his heart that confirmed that the woodcutter before was the mountain god.

So Yi Shuyuan just bowed his hand towards the statue and then left. At most, he was here to get close, and since the other party didn't want to show up, there was no need for him to stay here shamelessly.

After all, the people of Yi Shuyuan are here, how could the God of the Mountain not know that he is here specifically?

Before leaving the house, Yi Shuyuan looked back at the mountain statue and thought, how long can a mortal live?

In a world without high-speed trains, airplanes, or cars, with mountains and wilderness everywhere, and primitive and dangerous road conditions, how far can someone go?

But Yi Shuyuan believed that there was something special about him. Maybe he could be solved by the mountain god, or he might have a chance to get a glimpse of the immortal way. Even if that didn't happen, it wouldn't be a bad idea to get to know some gods, ghosts, or even spirits.

Walking out of the mountain temple, Yi Shuyuan smiled slightly, suddenly became interested, opened and closed his lips and sang away.

"Chopping wood~~getting a salary~living life~~~a pot of wine~~~three liters of rice~~~"

The voice was high and melodious, no worse than what the woodcutter had sung before, and even the leisurely demeanor had not dropped. In other words, Yi Shuyuan had his own spirit.

Because he slept under the ancient pine tree, the time has been delayed long enough. Since he did not see the mountain god, Yi Shuyuan planned to go back. Kuonan Mountain is not small, so he also gave up his original idea of ​​going to Shannangang for a walk.

, if we pass from this position now, it will definitely be dark when we return to the county seat.

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

Not all of the bag of pastries was placed in the mountain temple, but half of it was left at Yi Shuyuan's place for lunch.

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At the Yuanjiang County Government Office, a figure hurriedly ran to a yard behind the county government office, and ran directly to the official office where the chief registrar Wu Minggao worked.

Before anyone arrived, the sound entered the house first.

"Uncle, uncle, I'm..."

"How unbecoming you are in a panic!"

Wu Minggao raised his head, glanced at the person who came in, and interrupted him with a scolding. The person flinched, slowed down, walked to the table, and whispered.

"Uncle, it rained before, and two friends and I encountered something strange in Kuonan 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 writing and asked casually.

"What's weird?"

"Uncle, let me tell you, not long after my friend and I went up the mountain, it suddenly started to rain. Then we met a Confucian scholar, who took us to a tea shed. The tea was fragrant and refreshing, and it seemed to be called Songwu...

....”

It turned out that the person who called Wu Minggao uncle was Chu Hang. As he continued to talk, Wu Minggao gradually stopped writing.

"Then we were pushed awake, only to find that the tea shed and the old man were gone. The surrounding area was just a stretch of barren mountains, and only the Confucian scholar was still there! At that time, we were a little scared and panicked. We invited the Confucian scholar to go down the mountain with us, but he smiled and refused.

Come on... Fortunately, I reacted quickly and understood that he must not be human!"

Wu Minggao looked at his nephew with an incomprehensible expression.

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

"Oh uncle, how dare I! By the way, the scholar said his name was Yi Shuyuan and he was also from Yuanjiang County, but that must have made us feel at ease. He chatted and laughed with the old man, drinking tea and poetry, and even chatting about his family's shortcomings.

, how can it be a human being! Huh? Could it be because..."

Chu Hang suddenly exclaimed in amazement. This incident reminded him of his childhood memories. He felt that he had attracted evil spirits. The more he thought about it, the more horrified he became, to the point where he became a little uneasy.

Wu Minggao was already in a daze at the moment, and his heart was even more agitated, but looking at his nephew's uneasy look, he felt like he couldn't laugh or cry.

Chu Hang looked at his uncle with a weird look on his face, thinking that he didn't believe him, so he quickly said.

"Uncle, I really didn't lie to you. I wouldn't dare to lie to anyone if I lied to you!"

"Hehe, I know you never lied to me... Well, you come with me."

With that said, Wu Minggao left the desk and walked toward the door. Chu Hang didn't know why but followed him anyway. The two of them walked through the courtyard and corridor of the county government office. During the process, some government officials and officials saluted respectfully.

Soon the two arrived at the location of the library.

Wu Minggao knocked on the door first, but there was no response. He gently pushed the door open and entered. Sure enough, Yi Shuyuan was not inside.

"Mr. Yi really went to Kuonan Mountain..."

"Uncle, what are you mumbling about?"

Wu Minggao had a smile on his face, sighed, shook his head and looked at Chu Hang.

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

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

"Ah? Is...is this true?"

"Can I still lie to you? It's because you are outsiders and don't know anything. Mr. Yi is a strange man. His eyes can see ghosts and gods. If it is indeed him you saw in the mountains, then the mysterious things in the tea shed should be

Really..."

Chu Hang looked incomprehensible. Can he see ghosts and gods?

"No, uncle, you still don't seem to believe me! I'm not as good as an outsider..."

Chu Hang's words were cut off in his throat as he spoke. He stared at a corridor with wide eyes, where Yi Shuyuan was walking slowly from there.

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

Wu Minggao ignored his nephew's fuss and smiled and handed over to Yi Shuyuan.

"Mr. Yi came back from Kuonan Mountain?"

As Yi Shuyuan walked away, he cupped his hands in return. Seeing Chu Hang like this, he couldn't help but smile.

"Just back from the mountain, Brother Chu, we meet again! Well, I am neither a mountain ghost nor a monster, hahahahahaha..."

"Uh, Brother Yi...uh hehe, hahahaha..."
Chapter completed!