Seeing the three people leaving, Yi Shuyuan stood there for a while and suddenly burst into laughter. Could it be that they regarded him, Yi as a mountain monster?

"These three guys are also interesting!"

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

At about half an hour away from the ancient pines, Yi Shuyuan found a mountain temple and stood on a relatively gentle hill. The surroundings were leaning against the peaks and the other was wide open, but there were several unknown big trees that shaded the small temple.

Yi Shuyuanshu breathed and walked over. The location of the temple was relatively remote. Obviously, the mountain god was not too eager for incense. Of course, it may be that the temple builders were careless.

When you walk into the temple gate, you can see that the inside of the temple is as mottled and old as outside, and there is a faint smell of sandalwood.

There were incense burners and candlesticks on the altar, and a plate of dumplings. They were some steamed buns that were not clear when they were offered. They fell on the floor and some were on the table. I don’t know if it was a small animal that was slashed over.

The statue of the god is sitting upright on the platform, with a cloak covered with a cloak, which looks very majestic. There is a yellow banner under the beam in the center of the temple covering the shoulders of the statue. Only by going to the incense table can you see the full picture of the statue.

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

"Si is in charge of Kuannan Mountain."

Yi Shuyuan walked to the incense table, picked up a steamed bun and squeezed it. It was as hard as a stone. It seemed that no one had come to worship this mountain temple for a long time, but it was definitely not that no one came to the mountain temple because there were traces of fire in some corners of the temple and some firewood was piled up.

Chai may be set by the woodcutter transformed by the mountain god, but fire should not be born by him.

Yi Shuyuan lifted up the sealed bamboo jar and placed it on the incense table, then straightened the serving plate, and placed three pieces of rice cake on it.

"A pot of turbid wine and three pieces of rice cake, let's show your heart."

After doing this, Yi Shuyuan hesitated for a moment but still did not kneel down in front of the cushion like the believers. First, he had never had this habit in two lives, second, he was not here to pray to God, third, he had met with the mountain god and talked to him, and said something that might be self-esteem, that is, Yi was not thinking about a kind of friendship that was inferior.

Yes, after coming to this mountain temple, Yi Shuyuan felt a feeling in his heart that he could confirm that the woodcutter was the mountain god before.

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

After all, the people of Yi Shuyuan have arrived here, how could the God of Yishan not know that he came here specifically?

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

In a world where there are no high-speed rail, airplanes, cars, mountains and fields everywhere, road conditions are primitive and dangerous, how far can someone go?

But Yi Shuyuan believes that he has some special things, and he may be able to solve the doubts of the mountain god, or he may have the opportunity to have a glimpse of the immortal path? Even if he fails, it is not necessary to meet some gods, ghosts, and even monsters.

Walking out of the mountain temple, Yi Shuyuan smiled slightly, his heart suddenly became interesting, and his lips opened and closed and he sang and left.

"Cutting wood~~Getting money~Living life~~A pot of turbid wine~~~Three liters of rice~~~~"

The voice is lofty and gentle, no worse than what the woodcutter sang before, and even his leisurely temperament has never fallen behind. In other words, Yi Shuyuan also has Yi Shuyuan's own spirit.

Because I had been sleeping under the ancient pine tree, the time had been delayed for a long time. Since I had not seen the mountain god, Yi Shuyuan planned to go back. Kuonan Mountain is not small, so he also extinguished the idea of ​​going to Shannangang for a walk. If he passed by now, it would be dark to go back to the county town again.

With the mountain songs along the way, Yi Shuyuan passed by the ancient pines again, bowed to the big tree and did not stop, and hummed the song back.

The bag of pastries was not all in the mountain temple, but half of them were in Yi Shuyuan's own place, which was considered as lunch.

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At the Yuanjiang County Yamen, a figure ran to a yard behind the county Yamen in panic and ran directly to the office of the chief clerk Wu Minggao.

Before the person arrived, the voice entered the house first.

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

"It's so chaotic, what a moral!"

Wu Minggao looked up at the person coming in and scolded him and interrupted him. The person who came shrank for a moment, slowed down and walked to the edge of the table, whispering.

"Uncle, it was raining before, and two friends and I encountered strange things in Kuonan Mountain!"

"rain?"

Wu Minggao glanced outside the door and it seemed that it was raining in the county. It seemed like it was a mountain rain. He continued to write books and asked casually.

"What a strange thing?"

"Uncle, let me tell you, my friend and I went up the mountain shortly after, it suddenly started to rain in the mountains. Then I met a Confucian scholar who took us to a tea shed. The fragrance of the tea was refreshing, and it seemed to be called Songwu..."

It turned out that the person who called Wu Minggao uncle here was Chu Hang. As he kept telling, Wu Minggao gradually stopped writing.

"Then we were pushed over, but we found that the tea shed and the old man were gone. There were only a barren mountain and ridge around us, and only the Confucian scholar was still there! We were a little scared at that time and invited Confucian scholars to go down the mountain together, but he couldn't come with a smile... Fortunately, I reacted quickly and understood that he must be a human being!"

Wu Minggao looked at his nephew inexplicably.

"You really encountered such a mysterious thing? Could it be that you have been studying outside for a few years and learned to find your uncle happy?"

"Oh uncle, how dare I do it! By the way, the scholar said that his name is Yi Shuyuan, and he is also from Yuanjiang County, but that must be a reassurance. He talked with the old man and savored tea and poetry, and talked about family matters, how could he be a human being! Alas? Could it be because..."

Chu Hang suddenly exclaimed. He was amazed by this incident and felt that he had caused evil spirits. The more he thought about it, the more terrifying he felt, so he was a little uneasy.

Wu Minggao was already in a state of loss of consciousness at this moment, and his heart was even more wavy, but looking at his nephew's uneasy appearance, he felt a sense of laughter and crying.

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

"Uncle, I really didn't lie to you. No one dares to lie to you!"

"Hehe, I know you haven't lie to me...well, come with me."

As he said that, Wu Minggao left the desk and walked out of the door. Chu Hang was unclear, but he still followed. The two of them walked through the courtyard in the county yamen. During this period, some yamen runners saluted respectfully.

Soon the two arrived at the library.

Wu Minggao knocked on the door first, but there was no response inside. He gently pushed the door in, and Yi Shuyuan was indeed not inside.

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

"Uncle, what are you muttering?"

Wu Minggao smiled on his face, sighed and shook his head and looked at Chu Hang.

"The one you meet is not a Confucian scholar or a fairy in the mountains, but a gentleman who helped compile the county annals, and it is Mr. Yi Shuyuan Yi!"

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

"Ah? This...this is serious?"

"Can I still lie to you? It's because you don't know anything about it from outside. This Mr. Yi is a strange man. His eyes can see ghosts and gods. If what you see in the mountains is indeed him, then the mysterious things in the teahouse should be true..."

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

"No, uncle, why don't you believe me? I'm not as good as an outsider..."

As Chu Hang said, his voice was cut off in his throat. He widened his eyes and looked at a corridor where Yi Shuyuan was walking slowly from there.

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

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

"Mr. Yi has returned from Kuonan Mountain?"

Yi Shuyuan bowed his hand to return the gift as he walked. Seeing Chu Hang like this, he couldn't help but smile on his face.

"It was when I returned from the mountain, Brother Chu, we met again! Well, I am neither a mountain ghost nor a monster, hahahahahaha..."

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