"Sir, I heard rumors that this fog ghost on this stretch of road is not easy to deal with!" The merchant surnamed Li was still frightened. "It has been causing trouble here for more than a few months. Before that, the Nanhua County government invited experts from the temple to come, but they failed to do so.
Things have been done, the mountain fog has arisen after the heavy rain, and it is convenient for the fog ghosts..."
"Yes, and it's dark and the roads are slippery..."
"Why don't you, sir, wait until dawn tomorrow and then look for it on a sunny day?"
"Sir, if you go, Chen is willing to go with you!"
Everyone said something to each other, and most of them wanted to persuade Song You not to go.
There was concern in it, and I'm afraid there was also the thought of not wanting Song You to leave easily, but even the latter was human nature. It was just that he talked too much, and Song You didn't know what to say back for a while, so he continued to stare at the fire for a few seconds.
, decided not to reply one by one, and only said to the escort surnamed Chen:
"The escort should stay here."
This can be regarded as an expression of attitude.
This escort surnamed Chen is a fastidious person, with credibility and courage. Such a person is worthy of respect no matter what his abilities are.
"We Wushan tea merchants have a shop in Yidu, just in Xicheng. Just ask about Wushan tea shop. Sir, if you need a place in Yidu, whether you want to find a guide or do something else, please feel free to come and find us.
us."
A calm person does not stick to trivial matters.
For a time, only Song You was left in the pavilion.
After drinking water and eating solid food, it was time to part ways.
The only escort surnamed Chen who had the courage could not abandon everyone and get into the fog.
"call……"
The bodyguard surnamed Chen whispered to the merchant surnamed Li that his younger brother was a good escort man with high martial arts and dared to fight and kill. It was just the first time he saw a ghost and he became frightened for a moment, which led to his poor performance. He hoped that Mr. Li would
Merchants don't care.
In the past, he went down the mountain from a Taoist temple to solve a problem for the nearby villagers. The villagers were also so respectful, and he understood a truth many years ago -
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When Song You took the money bag and put it in his arms, the merchant named Li and everyone behind him breathed a sigh of relief.
The mountain breeze carried the fog, and the chill was disturbing. I woke up several times throughout the night. I obviously didn't sleep well, but I still couldn't fall asleep. Song You woke up when it was just dawn, and all the other merchants didn't sleep either.
Be practical, there are many people who can't sleep all night.
I saw that the fog in front of me was so thick that it could not be dissolved. It was like a morning in the mountains in winter. A sudden mountain wind blew, and the mountain fog flowed with it. It seemed that those tiny particles could be seen under the firelight, in this hazy dream-like state.
In the scene, a figure walked slowly out of the fog.
Song You's tone was soft and cold.
The man was young and handsome, wearing simple Taoist robes, and his expression was as calm as ever, as if he had just done something trivial.
You can hear the sounds around you.
Sometimes accepting others' kindness is actually a sign of generosity, not to mention thanking you.
Everyone looked at each other, and the merchant surnamed Li took the lead. The others stood up one after another and bowed deeply.
"Sir, don't pass."
Song You stood up directly, pulled a piece of firewood from the fire, and walked into the fog alone under the watchful eyes of the merchants and escorts.
It wasn't until he entered the pavilion and sat down in front of the fire again that he said again:
It seems to be good weather again.
"Sir, please don't go..."
"Yidu..."
Monsters and ghosts are not uncommon in this world, and there are many people among the people who catch monsters and exorcise them. Some temples also undertake this kind of business. It is not a strange industry, so paying money has become a normal thing.
Although Song You woke up, he continued to sit cross-legged with his eyes closed.
Then there was the sound of a ghost howling, which sounded like a shrill cry or a howling that made people feel numb.
This night is neither long nor short.
Everyone was admiring and worried at the same time, but there was no other way. They had to huddle next to the fire and stare worriedly into the depths of the thick fog. They didn't know whether they were looking forward to the little gentleman coming back or were afraid that another fog ghost would appear in the fog.
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Mud, flowers, grass and dew, everything in the world and people's hearts are all about cultivation.
In the early morning, the dew is heavy, the air is moist, and you can smell the smell of earth and vegetation, making it just as suitable for practice as at dusk.
It was a cold morning in the mountains. I blew a breath into the bowl, and a layer of white mist suddenly spread along the edge of the bowl. The pancakes were so dry that I had to use water to cook them. It was a comforting thing to have a bowl of hot water after spending the night in the mountains.
What’s interesting is that after eating, the bodyguard surnamed Chen took his junior brother to the woods to dig up some less wet firewood, cut it into sections and put them in the corner of the pavilion. This made up for the amount burned last night and maybe dried.
It only took two days.
Goose bumps appeared on the arms of the merchants, and the hairs on the bumps stood up one by one. They were a little more worried about the young gentleman.
I don’t know how long it took, but there was another movement nearby.
At this time, the sun came out and suddenly illuminated the blue sky. The light rays came diagonally from under the clouds, as if they had shapes, wisps. At first, there was no warmth on the face, but soon it became warm.
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The flames crackled and the young gentleman closed his eyes.
Song You watched from the side, thoughtfully.
The dew bent the waist of the weeds, and then dripped down along the curve of the bend, hitting the bluestone and breaking into pieces. There were squirrels moving on the ancient cypresses, and there were birds getting up early in the forest.
"Walk slowly."
"The night is still long, everyone should go to bed early."
Then the merchant surnamed Li took out a small money bag and handed it to him respectfully as a thank you gift.
But after saying this, Song You didn't want to say any more.
Rather than saying it is respectful, it is better to say it is particular.
The businessmen were talkative, and they exchanged a few words during breakfast, and Song You got to know them better.
"hiss!"
However, no one dared to investigate.
Not long after, fire burst out in the fog.
I missed some distance yesterday and I have to make up for it today.
Soon, the sound stopped abruptly.
When he opened his eyes again, the merchants had rekindled the fire, boiled water in a small pot, and respectfully brought a bowl to Song You.
I also heard a merchant surnamed Li whispering with other merchants, discussing how to collect money to thank Song You, but they were struggling with how much money to pay, wanting to be generous but also wanting to be careless.
The merchants loaded up their goods and left in a hurry.
Song You didn't refuse either.
The merchants couldn't sleep for a while. As they looked at each other, the scene just now came back to their minds - the young gentleman turning back in the heavy fog, his figure gradually turning from blurry to clear, as if he was carrying hope. Maybe some people will never do it in this life.
I can't forget this picture.
I previously knew that they were Yizhou tea merchants, and that Yizhou was an important node in the tea-horse trade. Now I learned from them that although the imperial court’s guide price for purchasing tea in various places has not changed in recent years, the specific local prices are
The price is getting lower year by year, so many tea merchants are forced to have no choice. Some choose to transport the tea to Yidu and sell it to tea horses. Others take the risk and go to Yidu to sell to traders who specialize in collecting tea for the western countries.
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This group of merchants also wanted to ask Song You to go with them to Yidu, probably because they wanted to repay the favor of saving their lives last night. But Song You always followed his own way, stopping wherever he wanted, and leaving whenever he wanted. If
Having to travel in a team with them was not only a drag on them, but also a drag on myself, so I refused directly and asked them to be careful along the way and not spend the night in the wild mountains again.
Everyone stretched their necks and stared unblinkingly into the fog, their hearts in their throats.
Take one sip and it will warm your throat to your lungs.
As for which category they were, they didn't say, and Song You didn't ask.
Not long after, the drizzle stopped.
At this time, the night is lonely, the cold rain has just stopped, figures are flashing in the fog, the cold wind is rustling, and even the weeds are on guard. The only one who is moving forward without fear is that figure.
Song You looked up at the sky, murmured in a low voice, packed up his bags, and continued to set off.
Don’t worry about traveling thousands of miles, the wind will come when it comes.
I saw ancient cypresses on the road as if they had been washed by water, with water droplets hanging on their branches, crystal clear, and a drop would fall down from time to time. There was still morning mist in this morning. From a distance, the clouds were quietly accumulating in the recesses of the mountains. From a closer look,
The green cloud corridor was obscured, making it impossible to see the end of the ancient road, and it gradually dissipated in the morning light.
This section of the road will no longer be haunted by fog ghosts.