Aggrieved Fish Sprite: 256|There are mountain temples and wild temples

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Wangshan ran to death, and it took two hours before the carriage really entered the tall and dense forest at the foot of the mountain.

The next moment there was a cool breeze.

It's a real cool breeze, it doesn't look like a hot summer season.

The coolness that comes into the texture is like a light veil brushed by a nine-day fairy, directly awakening people's consciousness of being lethargic by the heat, and then drifting away.

"Good place." Mo Li sighed lightly.

It's far from being able to clearly feel the aura, but the strength of the earth veins is beyond doubt.

In the words of the alchemist, this place can consolidate feng shui, keep qi from leaking, and Fu Zuo lasts long.

Of course, the Feng Shui style is very similar to Ayan Puka's mind from Moli's point of view, that is, what he sees is right, every sentence is true, only the conclusion is biased to the horizon.

For example, it is true that the qi does not flow out, but what Fuzuo is long, what kind of water and money are constantly flowing, what kind of dragon-like power is on the auspicious point...It is pure nonsense, and people will become rotten bones if they are buried.

Find a place where there is plenty of energy to dig a burial coffin. What you know is Fudiji Cave to protect the offspring, but those who don’t know think that they want to see the corpse! After all, the black carp raising white ginseng in Qimao Mountain is also the same method. Why don't you expect it to transform into a good place to find a good place where its spiritual energy meets and bury it? The dead cannot be resurrected!

Mo Lei did not expect that the peculiarities of Feihe Mountain could already be experienced at the foot of the mountain.

It was different from any mountain he had seen.

The mountain is not steep or majestic. It can even be said that the "mountain" is very ordinary.

But it is full of life. From the birds in the forest to the gurgling stream, people can realize its uniqueness at a glance.

It is "alive".

The wind is like the breath of this mountain, and the stream is the footprint it left behind. People can't wait to walk inside before they get close.

For Longmai, it feels like the owner is smiling and welcoming you in in the courtyard.

"...No wonder you said that you thought that only the Luyang Feihe Mountain could have a dragon vein."

Mo Lei was surprised and novel, and couldn't help jumping onto the roof of the car.

The light spirit surrounds you, wandering among the trees, you can't see it or touch it, you can only feel its trajectory when you brush it around.

So real and so extraordinary.

It's no wonder that even Ayan Puka definitely said that there are dragon veins here. Whether it is the experience of the swordsman Su Li or the unusual feather, the feeling of not stepping into the range of Feihe Mountain is more convincing.

If Moli didn't meet Meng Qi, but was determined to find a companion, he might have walked for a long time, seeing many mountains and crossing many rivers without gaining anything, until one day he came here...even if he was crying for joy.

Because I am not alone in the world as a dragon vein.

Mo Li thought of this and got off the roof of the car.

Sure enough, Meng Qi looked unhappy.

Meng Qi didn't say a word, so he drove his car bored.

The old horse, who kicked and stomped on the road and was immersed in the trailer, became very excited after entering the woods, and almost couldn't hold it without the reins.

"Brother Meng went this way back then?" Mo Li thought for a while, and asked tentatively.

"No, by boat."

Meng Qi felt that Moli's tone was a bit strange, and when he looked up, he saw the doctor's expression serious.

Mo Li deliberately said in a solemn voice: "As soon as today arrives, I understand that Feihe Mountain is really unforgettable, especially for Dragon Mai. If it weren't for Ayan Puka last time, I don't know you will come again later. Feiheshan several times."

Meng Qi: "..."

How does this sound weird?

It's like being jealous, but the doctor is never jealous! Meng Qi was very puzzled.

Mo Lei laughed in his heart, and Meng Guoshi, who was thinking too much, had to get ahead of him and drink the vinegar first, and the safekeeping gerbil was stunned at the empty vinegar bowl.

——What kind of vinegar to drink? The doctor only has bitter concoction here, don't think about anything else.

Actually, when Ayan Puka mentioned these things last time, Moli hadn’t thought of this, and it was just on the roof of the car. Moli thought about the first time Meng Guoshi came to Feihe Mountain that year. What I was thinking at the time, my mood suddenly became complicated.

I traveled all the way to Feihe Mountain and discovered that there might be dragon veins. Meng Qi's decades of happiness were all used up in one day.

When he is happy, the problem arises, and he can't find the dragon vein!

Don't worry about how extraordinary this mountain looks, the dragon veins just don't show up! I don't know if the dragon veins of Feihe Mountain are not at home or the dragon veins have not yet formed.

As a result, I wandered lap after lap, every time I returned without success.

In the end, Meng Qi couldn't say with certainty that Feiheshan must have dragon veins.

If so, why avoid it?

How good was the first time I stepped into Feihe Mountain, and how disappointed Meng Qi was in the end.

But we can’t blame the Feiheshan Dragon Vein. No one stipulates that when it meets a companion, the Dragon Vein must show up and recognize relatives. This is still the place of others. If you run into someone else's house and find no one in the house, can you still blame the owner for not treating guests?

As for the host asking you to go in as a guest or something... It's just an illusion caused by spiritual energy, and you don't even see the shadow of the dragon veins. Where is the invitation?

"You haven't had a companion for so many years, and finally met, but it's like this." Mo Li stroked Mengqi's right hand.

This is the action of touching gerbil hair.

Meng Qi couldn't help but shook it back, pulling the ink carp to sit on the cowl next to him, bending his head to avoid the full earlobe.

The horse, without the restraint of the reins, made a long hiss, and dived into the forest excitedly.

The carriage bumped violently, and if it weren't for martial arts, it might be thrown off the carriage.

"Slower."

Moli couldn't laugh or cry, pulling the reins for fear that it would hit the tree trunk.

The horse is from Mumqibai.

Someone was worried about repeating the same mistakes, so he deliberately picked a dull horse.

According to the folks in the cart and horse trade, this old horse was deaf and unwilling, and was returned several times. The merchants who leased it also complained again and again. No matter how whipped and yelled, this horse is always a speedy road. This is the case for transporting goods and manning, even if people and goods do not carry anything with them, they will walk in small steps.

The good fodder does not work hard, and the bad fodder can be eaten properly. Even the guy forcibly replaced the good fodder in front of the horse. He didn't lose his temper, and he could continue to chew with his head down. . All in all, Meng Qi was very satisfied at the time because he was so dull. After less than two days after he bought it, he felt a little unhappy.

——The black carp takes care of the horse to rest, and feeds it to relieve the heat. This horse is not cold or hot, no one cares about it?

Meng Qi said that Maru was unbearable, but Moli said that it was "satisfaction and humiliation", and the gentleman should be like this.

National Teacher: "..."

Forget it, there are gains and losses, the world is always the best of both worlds.

Now the horse is uncharacteristically running, swaying its hooves, and supporting the car for a moment. Finally, with a bang, the rear wheel flies out.

The horse's body swayed and almost fell to the ground.

Meng Qi leaped on the horse's back, wrapped his right hand around the horse's neck, and didn't see how hard he was, the horse stopped in good faith.

"Why suddenly go crazy?" Moli jumped down long before the carriage overturned.

Anyway, there is nothing in the car, so I'm not afraid of breaking it.

Mo Lei stepped forward and touched the horse's sweaty mane to see if there was any abnormality in its snout.

"Well, it's not sick." Meng Qi got off the horse and said angrily, "I'm afraid I feel cool in the woods, and I am impatient to wait for us. I just want to take a dip in the stream."

Moli did not refute, it is indeed hot.

They are not afraid of heat, and horses are not good.

"Listen to the sound of the water and the stream is not far from here, so you might as well take it."

Mo Lei patted the horse's back and handed the reins to Meng Qi. Suddenly, he heard a voice approaching in the forest.

Looking at the wheel that was flying so far, and the old horse who was clearly on strike and didn’t want to work, Moli sighed and said, “Just take it to rest, brother Qixing and I'm almost old, and I still have to rely on it to travel for a while."

Meng Qi patted the non-existent dust on his clothes, and sighed with a long sigh: "It seems that this kind of gentleman's demeanor, there is no horse, as long as it can be cool, no one else will take care of it."

Moli is so angry and funny, so dignified, and so dignified, why can't you get along with the horse?

While speaking, the voices in the distance also slowly approached, and it turned out to be a line of greet parties draped in crude red cloth.

There is no sedan chair, the bride has only a donkey to ride, wearing new clothes, her hair is smooth and smooth, without a hijab, and her eyes are looking at them curiously.

There is only one road in the woods that has been stepped on to a level that is covered with weeds and is quite narrow.

Moli and Meng Qi are both old men. A dilapidated carriage fell to the ground and the wheels fell in the distance. A discerning person knew what was going on at a glance.

"Sorry, everyone, please wait." Moli noticed that the car was blocking the road.

The people in the welcoming team were all plain-looking people. Hearing this, he quickly spoke in a strong Jingzhou dialect and said: "Where the old man speaks, there will inevitably be an accident when going out. We are the fishermen in the countryside. There is no good time. , When the bride arrives, she will be married, even if it is delayed for a while."

While speaking, he proactively greeted: "Why don't you take the things in the car, let's help lift the car?"

Naturally, Moli couldn't stand against the appearance of an 80-year-old man, carrying the carriage with one hand in front of so many people, and could only thank the other for accepting the other's kindness.

The villagers are not afraid that Mengqi Moli is a gangster.

Looking at the age older than the village chief and the village elders, the waist is not bent and the back is not slumped, it looks like a little identity.

The disadvantage is that you don’t wear silk or satin, otherwise the villagers would not even dare to say hello.

"Hey, this wheel is not broken, it can be repaired! I just don't have a handy tool at hand, should I go back to the village with us?"

"Yes, it's getting late. When the sun goes down, the black holes in the woods are scary."

Meng Qi responded by pushing the boat along the river, and gave Moli a look: Now you know why you want to pretend to be an old man, right?

——Not every place is like Taijing, just good-looking.

Young and unfamiliar outsiders, no matter what their status, they will arouse people’s attention. An 80-year-old man cannot be a bandit, nor a government official who collects taxes, nor can he take a girl’s daughter-in-law. . After catching up with them to welcome their relatives on a happy event, inviting people over is just a matter of adding a bowl of water and wine and a pair of chopsticks, and no one cares.

"Lao Zhang, where do you come from? The accent seems to be nearby?"

"From the south of Jingzhou, come to find relatives." Mo Li said casually.

He found that the longer he stayed with Meng Qi, it seemed that lies could come without thinking.

Thanks to the benefits of a large stack of mountains, rivers, and rivers that I saw in Taijing, Moli picked a place and said a few words, which was very clear.

There are people in the village who have been there, nodding their heads repeatedly.

When everyone arrived in the village, everyone believed that Moli was from that place.

The denser the woods go, and the cooler they go.

Turning on a small slope, I was suddenly cheerful. I saw two streams flowing from Feihe Mountain, one by one, and they merged into a lake here.

The fishing village is right by the lake. Most of the houses are very crude, with only a few brick houses.

The village has already prepared a banquet, just a long table, which looks like it was lifted out of an ancestral hall, with big pots and bowls containing stew, pork, and various fish and shrimps.

Poor people don’t have any cooking seasonings. Oil and sauce are excellent dishes. People who greet relatives don’t even pay attention to the newcomer’s church, so they just sit down and eat and drink. The weather is hot and things won’t last long, and the wedding ceremonies also greet them loudly and yell to eat and drink quickly.

The village chief is a shriveled old man, tremblingly supported by his grandson to meet the guests in the village.

He has a mouth, good fellow, with only two teeth left.

Speaking is vague, let alone Meng Qi, even if he has learned the dialect, Moli can't understand what he is talking about.

The grandson of the old village chief quickly said: "Grandpa said it was a distinguished guest. The Taoist in the temple said a few days ago that some distinguished guests came from the north."

Moli frowned, and a villager busy chewing meat on the table next to him smiled: "This is wrong. The two old men came from the south to find relatives, not the north."

"What temple is it, where do the Taoists come from? Where is the temple?" Meng Qi spoke for the first time, and everyone else was shocked.

This is in Mandarin, and most of the dozens of people in the village don't understand it.

Mo Li had to repeat the words again.

"Oh, just ahead." The villager who was busy robbing people for meat pointed forward with his chopsticks without raising his head.

With the extraordinary vision of the black carp, I can also faintly see the half of the low wall behind the trees on the other side of the lake.

An old villager on the table suddenly slapped the back of the person holding the chopsticks indiscriminately, and reprimanded: "That's a mountain god, how can you be disrespectful?"

"Mountain God?"

"It is the God of Mountain Junze, who protects us from the poor, and there is no statue or anything, so he offers bowls of rice and pillar incense during the festival." The grandson of the old village chief saw that Meng Qi's ink carp was extraordinary, and felt that they were not ordinary people. , Greeted very politely, and asked to send water and let him take a stool.

Mo Li and Meng Qi looked at each other, and couldn't help asking: "Mountain god, is it efficacious?"

The villagers said in unison: "Spirit! Very spirit!"