Lingxian Zhenjun

Chapter 20 Land
The entrance of the village was noisy, and the villagers gathered around the donkey cart, one by one, went up to fetch water in their wooden basins and barrels, and those waiting behind chatted and laughed with their neighbors and relatives, and occasionally looked curiously at the ox cart parked at the entrance of the village .

At this time, Chen Yuan was looking at the blind old man groping for the bull's head in amazement, "Can the old man love a cow?"

"Hehe, the peasants know something about it." The old man touched the ox's spine, then patted on the ribs, "This ox's lower jaw is forked, its ribcage is broad, and its tendons make a sound. It's really a good ox. The older you get, you have to be more careful, old cows are not necessarily gentle, if you don't handle them carefully, you may harm the master."

Is this reminding me?

Chen Yuan subconsciously looked at the old cow, and the green cow mooed, blinked, lowered its head and stuck out its tongue to sweep away the weeds on the side of the road.

"Boss, what are you looking at? Why are we here?" The fat Taoist looked at the water distribution in the village for a while, and smiled and rolled up his sleeves. Didn't you put up the shelf?"

Ok?
Myself?

Chen Yuan was stunned for a moment, and then looked in the direction of the old man. There was no one there, but a small temple two feet high stood not far away. There were clusters of incense candles on the ground that had been burned for an unknown time. Inside was a statue wrapped in a red cloth. The stone carving land looks like it has been around for a while.

It is eighty-nine points similar to the old man just now.

Could it be that the one who talked to me just now was the Lord of the Land?

"Master?" The fat Taoist shook his hand in front of him, Chen Yuan came back to his senses, smiled, and went to the cart with the Taoist to carry out the puppet show one by one, and set up a simple stage at the entrance of the village. By the way, he patted the old cow on the head.

"No wonder you were so spiritual when you were in the Liu Mansion."

moo~
The old cow raised his head and tilted his head, and continued to grind the weeds in his mouth.

"I don't eat people... Forget it, you can do whatever you like."

There are a lot of people here, so Chen Yuan didn't say any more. After that, he had a good fight with the old cow on the road. Right now, the people in the village who originally carried the water back gathered again. Seeing the platform built, they excitedly gathered around the place. Fat Taoist next to him.

"Daoist, are you opening a forum to teach the Fa?"

"No, no, it's true that I know the hardships of the local people, so together with this benefactor, I performed a few woodcarving plays for the people in every village and town..."

Sun Zhengde was very familiar with this kind of scene. Surrounded in the middle, he enjoyed the feeling of being watched by everyone, and raised his chin slightly to look at the sky.

"The play of woodcarving, self-cultivation and self-cultivation, blessed by the Taoism, can also cure diseases and relieve disasters."

"Then can you import it?" Someone next to him asked, which caused the rest of the villagers to burst into laughter.In this era of troubled times, if there is one more person in the family, they will open their mouths more. If there are more people in the family, they will be able to work harder.

Chen Yuan saw that the fat Taoist was able to do a job with ease in the crowd, so it was right to bring him over. Among other things, his ability to mingle with others was much better than him.

Soon after the platform was set up, Chen Yuan took the puppet under the platform. In the past, several people were needed to form it with mana, and there was no difficulty in operating ordinary puppets. Hiding below was also to prevent spectators from seeing the doorway. People are disturbed.

Of course, those bandits yesterday are another matter.

Not long after, Sun Zhengde rang the gong and greeted the villagers to watch the play under the stage, while Chen Yuan pulled the mana behind to drive the puppets and the wooden carvings of the third master to perform the plot. The people in the village who have seen the world are fascinated by it.

It seemed as if the sound of a golden horse and an iron horse sounded in his ears, following the puppet with a black face and thick beard on the stage, he turned into a soldier and fought in the battlefield.

Chen Yuan was more proficient in operating puppets when there was a bandit, and added and modified a lot of lines and actions, making it more fascinating.

It was almost noon, and the three plays were barely finished.

"Thank you for your support, and we will take our leave."

When Chen Yuan came out from behind the stage, she bowed her hands to the village people who were still full of enthusiasm. If she continued to perform, she would only be like the gangsters in the cottage, taking too much energy away, which is not a good thing for these bitter people.

Seeing that the two didn't charge a penny, and the story was good, they somewhat liked it, so the old man in the village decided to ask everyone to gather some food for the two of them for lunch.

"The situation in the village is not good, and every household is not well-off, but they can still make up for a meal. The two of you must not dislike it."

There are good and bad people in the mountains, but when Chen Yuan met this village, at least the people were simple. There were a few farmers whose homes were a little better, and they made noodles for the two of them.

Chen Yuan originally wanted to wake up Master, but after staying up all night, the crazy old man dozed off tightly, made a vague 'hmm' sound, turned over and fell into a deep sleep.

So he and Sun Zhengde started to eat in front of the stage, and curiously asked the villagers what happened to the crops outside. The person who asked was the old man who asked the two of them to stay for dinner.

"The two of us drove over and saw the crops in the field mixed with green and yellow, and saw the donkey cart pulling water, but there is no water for irrigation here?"

The old man in the village nodded, and then sighed, "This is how we are here. The land is dry every year, and after twenty miles, the water and soil are wet. In our village, at this time of year, there is no water for some reason."

"Have you checked the source?"

"Look, Lizheng also invited people from the yamen to come over, but he couldn't find the reason, so he never came again."

The locals didn't know about this kind of thing, so Chen Yuan didn't ask any more questions, and while the other party was still talking, she took advantage of the opportunity to ask her another purpose for coming all the way.

"Oh, God is like this. Oh, by the way, does the old man know where Nan Zhang is?"

"Nanzhang?" The old man squinted his eyes and turned his head to look outside the village. After thinking for a while, he suddenly laughed, "Nanzhang Mountain is just south of this village, but people here call it Fengtou Mountain. It is lush, but it doesn’t grow anything, it’s as bare as a tomb.”

Nothing grows on the mountain... Maybe it's because of the dark wood?

Then we talked about other things, and asked which land was enshrined in the land temple at the entrance of the village, the old man waved his hand with a smile, "That is the old man's great-grandfather, who has been there for more than a hundred years. I heard that he used to do it I was an official, and then I stayed in the village when I was old and returned to my hometown. When an official came out of a poor place like ours, it was a matter of honoring the ancestors. He simply built a small temple at the entrance of the village and worshiped it. The Lord of the Land made the two of you laugh."

"No wonder I didn't bless you very much. The temple is so small, the incense burns intermittently, and the gods have no mana."

The fat Taoist next to him laughed and teased, but was stared at by Chen Yuan, and quickly shut his mouth.

After noon, the villagers who took a rest took their hoes and went out to work in the fields. The old man didn't talk too much. He cleaned up the dishes and got up to go back. It was about the harvest, and he was also going to the fields.

"What did you ask the land for?"

Sun Zhengde removed a piece of wood, weighed it, and put it lightly into the cart.Chen Yuan, who came over with another board, smiled and looked at the small temple.

"I said I saw that land just now, can you believe it?"

"Ghosts believe."

The two talked and laughed and disassembled and assembled the crude table, and got into the ox cart without Chen Yuan waving his whip. The old ox turned around by himself and walked slowly to the road outside the village.

"Hey, this bull god." The fat Taoist was a little surprised.

"It's old and alive, there's nothing to make a fuss about."

Chen Yuan spread out the paper, and with the paint brush, touched a dot on the paper, marked the village's logo, and then drew a line extending south.

at the same time.

Between the two mountains, a group of three people stood resting on the mountainside with dense forests, eating dry food in their hands, and looking out of the mountain from time to time.

They lost it.

"That Zhang Fei may not have taken this path!"

Fei Xuan took a bite of the steamed bun and wanted to continue talking, but seeing his brother's expressionless face, he swallowed the words along with the steamed bun.To say this at this time is to question the opponent's ability.

Over there, Qin Shouyan glanced at the silent junior sister from the corner of his eye. He looked beyond the mountain, where there were rolling hills and lush forests. However, there was another yellow mud mountain that was quite conspicuous.

If there is no goal, it seems that he has failed, so he gritted his teeth and simply pointed to the mountain.

"Go over there and have a look. There are green fields stretching around this mountain. It is suspicious that it is bare. Combined with the flight path, it will probably pass there."

The woman took a look outside the mountain, raised her sword silently and left, and the two hurriedly caught up and followed behind.

……

The mountain road is winding, and the cicadas are singing one after another.

The light turned into the shade of the trees, and the ox cart slowly passed by for a while, Chen Yuan suddenly let out a 'wow', and told the old cow to stop, when the fat Taoist at the side asked him what was going on, she saw Chen Yuan jump out of the car and drive away, facing the He arched his hands in the direction he came from.

"The mortal Chen Yuan has seen this land."

ah?Sun Zhengde looked at him in horror, and hurriedly looked back. Among the swaying trees and the empty dirt road, fallen leaves swirled, and smoke gradually manifested, filling the air.

The Taoist rubbed his eyes vigorously.

The next moment, a stooped old man leaning on a cane smiled and appeared in the smoke, and slowly saluted Chen Yuan who had arched his hands.

"Too polite, too polite. It's rare for a cultivator to pass by here. The old man came out without invitation and rashly disturbed him. I hope you can forgive me."

"It should be that we disturbed the cultivation of the land."

Although the land of the small temple was made by offering incense, Chen Yuan was expected to maintain etiquette. She took out her fingers and brushed away the dust and fallen leaves on the big stone by the side of the road, and then invited the old man to sit down.

　Chunfeng is not in a good state today, and his spirit is a little erratic.

　　It may not be well written.

　　I don't dare to write the following plot, so I'll just be lazy and add another chapter tonight.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)