In the evening, Chu Hang and two friends who returned to Yuanjiang County together met at Tongxin Building again. The three of them ordered a table of dishes, and while drinking and having fun, they naturally talked about the daytime events.

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

As Zhang Yutong said this, Chu Hang nodded while picking up food. In order to avoid the two friends looking down on a civil servant, he even used the case he had heard of to attract attention.

"We can drink the wine slowly. Do you want to listen to it if you have a strange story?"

"What strange thing?"

"Hey, Yuanjiang County Government's night trial of the ghost to seek justice for him! Alas, don't think about it, this matter is either fake, it's something that happened a while ago, everyone in Yuanjiang County knows it! Alas, do you remember the matter of the county government's avenging evil for ghosts a while ago?"

Chu Hang's first half of the sentence was said to his classmates, and the second half was shouting at the waiter who was delivering food at another table. The latter looked back and said.

"How can you forget it! I have never encountered such a thing in my life, and the damn evil merchant is still in prison! Everyone says they will go and see it when they are executed!"

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

"Hurry up and talk!" "Yes, don't keep it in hiding!"

As Chu Hang's narration, the two of them were gradually attracted by the bizarreness of the case, and they realized that Mr. Yi was not a simple civil servant.

Lu Min and Zhang Yutong were 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 chat? We are destined to meet in the mountains!"

"Yes! Why don't you invite Mr. Yi?"

Chu Hang shook his head a pity.

"My uncle said, people are not ordinary people, and they are just a source of excitement in the county government. The calligraphy skills are great. Our fun and fun are just a joke in him. I told me not to disturb him. If this hermit dislikes and leaves the county government, he will ask me to ask me!"

"Brother Chu, you..." "I'm so unbearable 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 night. He was sitting in front of the desk in the library, writing about what happened in the daytime. This was not a "unreasonable person" writing a diary, but simply recording mysterious and interesting things. While writing, he realized a new problem and couldn't help but sigh.

"Hey, in the future, paper will be a big problem."

Yi Shuyuan felt that he would meet many people and many things in the future, and he would want to record all kinds of wonderful stories. There would be more and more paper books in the future, and maybe he would drag a big box, which would be a bit inconvenient.

As he thought about it, Yi Shuyuan felt that he was thinking a little too much, but he couldn't stop thinking. At this moment, he happened to write about the disappearance of the teahouse after waking up, and he couldn't help but feel a little moved in his heart.

Perhaps he could encounter some mysterious and mysterious things in the future, and he could just happen to solve his sorrow in his heart. Thinking of this, Yi Shuyuan looked at the rock that acted as an inkstone.

Yi Shuyuan gradually became sleepy and fell asleep in a daze. When he woke up, it was already dawn. He raised his head to see the bright sky outside. He couldn't help but rub his arms and put on the clothes he draped over his body.

"Hiss...no wonder I'm sleeping so coldly."

Yi Shuyuan looked at the desktop, put away the things he wrote last night, got up, stomped his feet and moved his muscles, and was about to ask Wu Minggao for a leave. Since he agreed to return the stone yesterday, he would not delay it until the next rest.

Wu Minggao naturally would not refuse to give this face. After Yi Shuyuan said hello, he went directly to the street outside to buy some food and rushed into the mountains.

This time Yi Shuyuan's goal was clear, so he didn't walk towards the mountain temple. He just took a few more glances when passing by the ancient pines.

The weather is beautiful and has good feet. Before noon, Yi Shuyuan had already arrived at the edge of the mountain stream.

Yi Shuyuan first drank some mountain spring water in this trickle of stream water. There was still spring water dripping from the corner of his mouth, and his vision was already swaying up and down the stream. He didn't find the little monster fish, but there were some crabs moving.

"Forget it, I'll give you the house first, well, I remember it's this place!"

Yi Shuyuan looked around and came to a drop of a stream, put down the oil paper umbrella and bag, and turned it out from the bag that he had acted as the inkstone for a while, and placed it in the position where the stream water fell.

This stone is roughly the same as before, but there is always a circle of ink marks in the center of the dent and cannot be washed off.

When the stone was put away by Yi Shuyuan, a clear spring suddenly hit the depression of the stone inkstone, stirring up circles of water, and even layers of ink dizzy. The sunlight shines, and a shallow rainbow appears and disappears from time to time.

Yi Shuyuan stared at him for a while, then stood up with his knees and recalled the words of the old man under the ancient pineapple. He smiled and shouted to the stream.

"Doll~ your baby house will be put back to your original place!"

Yi Shuyuan waited for a while with anticipation, but there was no response.

No special fish came out of the stream. Yi Shuyuan felt bored and stood for a while before picking up his umbrella and baggage, and headed towards Shannangang.

After Yi Shuyuan left for a while, under the dead branches and leaves somewhere in the stream, a small fish with a light yellow loach looked like a small fish quietly emerged, and two bubbles spit out on the surface of the stream. Seeing the rainbow, its tail trembled, bringing a piece of mud and rushing over.

Under the yellow stone, the splashing stream water was filled with ink, and the little loach looked particularly comfortable when he exhaled and sucked.

At this moment, a sound suddenly appeared by the water.

"Douyin presses the spirit platform, wisdom is born... God's will, good luck, you doll, you are so lucky!"

A man with a frost-faced woodcutter was standing there looking at the yellow stone in the stream and the small fish under the water. The latter suddenly retracted into the stone, while the woodcutter looked towards Shannangang. This scholar seemed extraordinary, and he was afraid he was a person with great wisdom!

Yi Shuyuan on the other side was approaching Shannangang and hadn't been here for a while. Today, let's take a look at his parents' tomb.

But Yi Shuyuan stepped onto the south hill of the mountain and found that someone had already taken the lead. The woodcutter who was just by the water was sitting on a bundle of firewood waiting for him.

Yi Shuyuan was delighted and quickened his pace and walked over and bowed.

"I was thinking about when I would see you again yesterday, and today I will be able to see you. Yi Shuyuan is polite!"

The woodcutter nodded slightly and stood up. At this time, Yi Shuyuan found that there was a bamboo tube at his feet, which was the one he placed in the mountain temple yesterday to hold wine.

Yi Shuyuan's joy is expressed in words, and he thought that compared to those believers who pray to God and Buddha, he can also talk face to the mountain god.

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

"I guess you already know that Huangshi is a treasure?"

How could Yi Shuyuan not know? He walked closer and spoke very frankly.

"I really know that yesterday an old man from the teahouse told Yi with interesting news. Because I knew, I returned to my original place today. If it was just an ordinary rock, I would use it directly."

The woodcutter sat down with a smile again.

"You are not only talking, but you do it. It is rare for mortals to have such a mind, but if I tell you, doing this may not be a good thing?"

Yi Shuyuan frowned and looked at the woodcutter with a puzzled look on his face.

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

"No, as the doll is clearer in its wisdom, you will understand in the future that you have great kindness to him."

The mountain god looked towards the mountain stream and continued to answer the conversation.

"As the saying goes, all those who have ambition want to turn into dragons. Although the Taoist practice of children is shallow, spiritual wisdom will eventually lead to greater opportunities."

"Is it true that a monster will harm people if it is achieved?"

Yi Shuyuan walked nearby and looked at the scene in the mountains, waiting for the woodcutter to say the following.

"Of course not. There are many monsters, monsters, monsters, monsters and monsters in the world, but I still understand them in this corner of Kuannan Mountain, and there are few evil spirits."

In other words, is there actually a lot here? Of course, Yi Shuyuan hid this in his heart, and he was not so ignorant and asked now, and the woodcutter continued to say it.

"If you practice for five hundred years, you can only hope to transform into a dragon and practice for another five hundred years. Once you leap over this hurdle, the world will be vast!"

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

"Is these five hundred years a complete five hundred years, or can there be some differences?"

The woodcutter was slightly stunned, as if he didn't expect Yi Shuyuan to ask such a question, and replied with some amusement.

"This naturally refers to Taoism. If you can transform into a dragon in five hundred years, the way of heaven is too kind! There are many disasters. If you cannot overcome it, it will be a blessing to retreat. If you are not careful, you will die and disappear."

"Then are there people with extraordinary talents who have cultivated their profound skills with a relatively short age?"

The woodcutter smiled.

"A tree has high and low jade, just like someone is called a child prodigy. If you write writing, it is like a god who helps people far better than ordinary people, and all things can follow this path."

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

"The baby turns into a dragon, and the streams in the mountains are not tolerant enough. We need to stir up the water and rush into the river and the lake with abundant water."

Yi Shuyuan's heart moved.

"You mean that when the doll goes down the mountain, there may be floods, causing disasters to the people nearby. What I do today is also a cause and effect?"

"I will indeed bear some cause and effect, but it is not the time when he goes down the mountain. If he can reach that level, he will not be able to make a fool of himself in Kuonan Mountain. Besides, Eshui is so close, there is no need to make a big move, and a mountain torrent can enter the river."

"But at that time I couldn't care about him. It was a blessing or a disaster, a virtue or a sin. It was unpredictable that you did not just return the rocks, but left wisdom on it, and your relationship with you was not very big!"

This was a bit far away, and Yi Shuyuan couldn't hear it.

"I said to Lord Shan Shen, if you talk about this matter less, it will take at least a few hundred years, right? I, Yi Shuyuan, is an ordinary person, how can I live to that time? What capital can I have to worry about? Could it be that I will go to the stream to get it back now? I can't do this!"

Yi Shuyuan was relaxing a lot now. While chatting with the woodcutter, he actually started to take out snacks from his bag and talk while flipping through the pastries.

"People are born ignorant, and so are all living beings. Sometimes good and evil may be in a single thought, but this thought comes from education. After all, the baby is just a baby. He does not know the right or wrong, good or evil. He learns evil to be evil, and learns good to be good!"

Hearing this, the woodcutter finally stood up again. When Yi Shuyuan looked up, he saw the woodcutter standing in front of him with a smile and bowing to him.

"Kuan Mountain God, Huang Hongchuan."

After Yi Shuyuan was slightly surprised, he also showed joy on his face. He quickly put down the pastry, clapped his hands and returned the gift.

"The county magistrate, Yi Shuyuan, Lord Shan Shen must know my background."

"Hey, it's just right, I've borrowed flowers to offer Buddha. I brought the wine you gave me. Don't mind having some lunch together, right?"

"Hahahaha, I can't ask for it!"
Chapter completed!