Chapter 431 Talking about Wuzhishan in front of the tea stall
"That would be troublesome."
The other party didn't know, so it was impossible for Chen Yuan to continue asking. He usually asked for the name of the mountain and the direction. There was nothing to hide. Besides, the guy's expression was normal.
"Your Majesty, wait a moment. I'm going to ask the shopkeeper. He has been here for more than ten years and he doesn't know."
"No need to ask, I can hear you." The shopkeeper behind the earthen stove passed a fire into the stove, dusted off the stove, stood up, and held his hands with a smile: "Sir, the little old man is here
I haven't heard of it for more than ten years. I'm afraid you may have misunderstood it in Chang'an. There is only one Five-Finger Mountain here, which is like a human palm, hence the name."
Chen Yuan was stunned for a moment. Isn't Wuxing Mountain the Wuzhishan Mountain?
After a while, I thought about it again. Five Elements Mountain should be called the name of practitioners. After all, it represents the Five Elements. They don't dare to name it randomly. However, most of the people in the folk are illiterate and choose place names and mountain names based on their appearance.
"That's right, what I'm looking for is Wuzhishan." Chen Yuan was quick-thinking and followed the other person's words. He patted his forehead with a smile and said, "I asked here and there along the way and got confused about the name of the mountain. If it hadn't been corrected by the store,
Come here, I'm afraid I won't be able to remember it for a while."
The tea shed was still noisy, but I heard the store owner and the teacher at the table talking about strange mountain names. They were all wandering men. The road was boring, and most of them were interested in these strange things.
"Mr. over there, how did you know about Wuzhishan and come all the way from Chang'an? What is there in it? Why don't you tell everyone about it!"
Over there, the old man in the store looked awkwardly at the vendor and then at Chen Yuan. If the gentleman didn't want to talk, both sides would be unhappy.
Just as he was about to speak to make things smooth, Chen Yuan put down his tea bowl on the table nearby and looked back with a smile at the few rough men who were serving tea to him. "I only heard about it. It is said that Wuzhi Mountain fell from the sky, so I went to look for it later."
Look through the ancient books to see if there is any record."
"Hey!" The old man from the shop nearby slapped his thigh: "Sir, you are right, the legend of Wuzhishan came from the sky. Everyone in our area knows it. It is a story passed down by word of mouth."
"Shopkeeper, don't interrupt. Go to the stove and do your work." After being interrupted, a bunch of old men quit the story. What an old man from the country told was definitely not as good as what the teacher told it, especially when the other party also translated it.
If they get books, there will be evidence, and they will tell the story to others in the future, which will be very honorable.
The old man from the store angrily tossed his sleeves and returned to the stove. Chen Yuan smiled and held her hand towards him. Under the urging of a group of men, she ate naan cakes and drank herbal tea. In the breeze blowing in outside, she was surrounded by
Be quiet and talk slowly.
"I don't believe in mountains falling from the sky. You have to know that I am a scholar. How can I believe in such mysterious things? But sometimes, when people encounter them, they have to believe..."
The breeze blew the flags of the tea sheds, and amid the jingling of camel bells on the road, everyone held their chopsticks and held tea bowls, listening to the stories told by Chen Yuan, and gradually fell into a trance.
"...I read through several classics and finally got some evidence. Many years ago, there was no Wuzhishan Mountain there. It was rumored that it fell from the sky during the reign of Emperor Shun of the Han Dynasty. It was said that it had a nose and eyes. That is true. That book
"Hanshu Astronomical Records" also records it in detail. I remember it is this passage: "(Yonghe) In February of the third year of Xinsi, Taibai day saw, Wuzi, in the southwest of Yinghuo, the rays of light collided. Xin Chou, there was a meteor as big as
It is like a bucket, going east from the northwest, eight or nine feet long, red and yellow in color, and has a sound like thunder."
A group of men in the tea shop were amazed when they heard this, and even the store clerk was so shocked that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear.
"Is that really what the book says?"
The shopkeeper who was lighting the stove raised his face and hummed: "This is what we have been told by word of mouth. How can it be false? Let me tell you, Wuzhishan is easy to find, but difficult to enter. It is impossible to climb up. Legend has it that there are furry hair in it.
The monster has a ferocious face, can eat people, and can spit fire and evil winds."
"Shopkeeper, please don't interrupt, I can light your fire, sir, let me continue talking." The words of a group of men suddenly came over, making the old man shut up, and the firewood crackled as he passed it, and he thought angrily:
"In the past, you were eager for old men to tell stories, but now you have scholars telling them stories, and you don't want old men to tell stories."
Put it aside and it will be difficult for me to speak from now on."
Over there, Chen Yuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Seeing a group of men staring directly at him, he had no choice but to make up the plot of Journey to the West.
"Actually, what the store said was pretty good. I looked through other books and got some content, but it was bizarre."
Hearing the word "bizarre", everyone's ears perked up to listen to Chen Yuan's next words.
"...There are indeed monsters in the mountain, but they are not that scary. The book says that it is a monkey named Monkey King. He has a ferocious face and a bad temper, but he also hates evil as much as he hates it. He is not angry at the monkeys and their grandchildren.
Hit the sky!"
The teahouse was full of wandering men, and their temperament was naturally straight-forward. When they heard that such a great sage monkey was holding a golden hoop and turning the heaven upside down, everyone clapped their hands and applauded.
"But it's a pity that the great sage was unable to survive alone. In the end, he made some plans and ended up in the mortal world."
Chen Yuan then continued in conjunction with that day's Wen Zhi: "The previous day's Wen Zhi either said that "the light confuses the southwest, and the rays of light attack each other", or that it kicked over Lao Jun's alchemy furnace.
"The meteor is as big as a bucket, traveling east from the northwest, eight or nine feet long, red and yellow in color, and rumbling like thunder." Perhaps the great sage was plotted and was pressed by the mountain. He fell from the sky and landed here, turning into
To Wuzhi Mountain."
Everyone was fascinated by what they heard. After Chen Yuan finished speaking and started eating naan cakes, they came back to their senses and gave thumbs up: "Sir, what he said is well-founded and well-founded, and it's also so mysterious. It's really a good story."
"Yes! I heard that we all want to look for the Five Fingers Mountain and offer a stick of incense to the great sage."
"What are you talking about? The Great Sage is not dead, so why bother offering incense?"
The wind blew into the tea shed, and everyone who was arguing about offering incense had no choice but to ask Chen Yuan. But when they looked at the table again, people had already left the nang table. Suddenly, everyone stood up in horror, and even ran outside to look on the road.
Someone asked the waiter who was not far from the table. The waiter's lips trembled with fear and he pointed at the naan money placed on the empty seat, "I have disappeared for some reason. I was there just now, so I turned around and wiped the table.
If you look any further, there will be no one left.”
People outside also came back at this time.
"The bullock cart has disappeared, and there is no trace of the cart on the road."
"This, this, this..."
A group of people looked horrified, and no one could say a complete sentence. The waiter tremblingly held the naan cake money in his hand and handed it to the old man in the store who was busy working on the stove.
"Shopkeeper...here...here."
"Count nine and string them together and hang them at the door of the tea shed."
The old man in the store exhaled, "Maybe it can ward off evil spirits and avoid ghosts."
The waiter complied with the instructions blankly. After hanging up the nine copper coins, he remembered the shopkeeper's words and hurriedly walked to the road and bowed respectfully toward the west.
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The mountain forest is sparse and on the brown ridge, Chen Yuan is walking on the mountainside. The old cow turns into a strong man of two feet and follows behind, looking around from time to time, searching for the mountains that look like five fingers.