"Ding-ding-dong..."

The crisp sound of bells echoed in the mountains.

It's late summer and early autumn now.

By the Yinjiang River.

The Taoist and his horse walked along the river and came here again.

The calico cat followed him, raising his head and looking left and right at the mountains and forests on both sides. What he remembered was that he was riding a tiger through it, surrounded by wolves, and the wind was howling. It was really majestic.

There are boats on the river next to it going down the river.

The boatman is already old, and his beard and hair are all gray, but he still makes a living by running boats on the river. However, his face is rosy and shiny, and he moves quickly, unlike a person of his age.

At this time, while rowing the boat, I chatted with the guests.

"I heard that there was a flood here a few years ago, and an earth dragon turned over. It was quite strange. Is it true or false?"

"Of course it's true! The flood that year flooded countless homes along the coast, and the river changed its course. It is said that it changed back to its original path, and then changed back again soon. It just goes like this.

It was okay upstream, but I don’t know how many people were affected downstream. The earth dragon rolled over. I heard that some people saw a dragon rolling in the sky in the mountains." The boatman said, "The old man was there at that time.

When I ran on the river, I also met gods."

"Fairy? What kind of fairy?"

"There is a woman who looks like a fairy. There is a Taoist priest who has an extraordinary bearing." The boatman couldn't help but smile as he recalled the scene from that time. "The little old man may have had a fate with the fairy. The last time he met the fairy, the fairy gave him a gift.

Let’s have a glass of wine.”

"a glass of wine?"

"That wine is really like nectar, and you will have endless aftertaste after drinking it. It was very cold on the river, but it suddenly stopped being cold. The little old man has been running boats on the river, and his legs and feet hurt every time it rains. I don't know how many times it has been."

I have been suffering from this problem for many years. After drinking that glass of wine, my legs and feet never hurt again until now." The boatman said to them, "Do you think God is miraculous?"

"Is it really that magical?"

"Hahaha, why can't you tell the difference between real and fake, sir? If it's fake, can I still run a boat on the river at my age?"

"That's true..."

"Not only that, the little old man remembers that when he met the immortal for the second time, the fairy was in a hurry and borrowed the little old man's boat. It was like flying on the river. When he got there, he also warned the little old man that in two days the god would be there.

Pull the boat back to the shore and don't run away again." The boatman said, "It didn't take long for the flood to come, and many people who ran the boat were in trouble. Only the little old man was not only fine, but the boat was not washed away."

"What does the immortal look like?"

"Since he is a god, he naturally possesses the spirit of an immortal, and his manners are extraordinary. It is not simple at first glance."

"Speak more carefully!"

"But it cannot be said."

"If you are willing to tell me, I will give you ten cents for tea."

"It's not that I don't want to tell you, it's that I realized later that gods don't want mortals to know that they are gods!" The boatman chuckled, "How dare I tell outsiders?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the boatman suddenly froze.

Turning around to look at the shore, I saw a man and a horse on the shore. The Taoist was walking slowly forward, leaning on a bamboo stick. The horse was ringing its bell and carrying a bag. Behind it, there was a calico cat that was stopping and walking, looking left and right.

The boatman slowly approached the shore.

The Taoist only asked him respectfully: "Is the boatman okay?"

"It's... not bad..."

"It's fate that we have met four times. In that case, please ask the boatman to take us on another journey."

…

Zijun Ferry.

The Taoist thanked the boatman and set foot on this land again.

I stopped with my stick and looked around. The scenery on the shore was somewhat similar to that of the past, except that the trees on the riverside were more lush and wild. A loess road was sandwiched between the mountains. I don’t know where it leads. The trees beside the road were covered with

Some tree stumps were cut down and some new ones grew, which was quite different from before.

"..."

The Taoist shook his head and took steps.

Follow the memory and go straight to Yinnanye Mountain.

There is an old friend in Yeshan.

When I think of my old friend, I still feel a little uneasy and afraid.

There are still a few days left for this trip.

The Taoist traveled during the day, chatting with people, and slept in the wilderness during the day, watching the ghosts from all over the country. Until the Taoist climbed over the last mountain pass, Ye Mountain was in front of him.

At this time, Yeshan is a land of green mountains and green waters. It does not have the dilapidated scene after the war, nor is it like the monotony of the lack of trees after the Taoist remodeling of the Yeshan ghost town. Today, various trees have long grown in the mountains.

There are forests, endless vitality, and there are countless lakes in the mountains, large and small, different shapes, and different colors, with different shades of yellow and green, which add vitality to the mountains and seem to be dotted among the green mountains.

Countless gems among them.

There is another independent mountain among the mountains, showing a perfect cone shape, tall and unique.

From such a high position, looking from a distance, we can see the mountains and rivers reflecting each other, with white clouds and green mountains in the lake. It turns out to be a wonderful scenery.

Not only is it excellent, it's also bizarre.

Looking at it at this time, there are often strange rocks and dangerous peaks among the green mountains and green waters. Some are like stone pillars coming out of the earth, some are like huge rocks flying from the sky, and some cannot be formed naturally at all. They are weird and wonderful.

The Taoist looked at this scene, the beautiful scenery caught his eye, and he couldn't help but feel much better. He smiled slightly, turned his head again, and said to the swallow on the branch next to him:

"It's all your fault..."

"..."

When the swallow heard the words, it immediately flew over and landed on the horse's head, getting closer.

It's like I want to hear his praises closer.

It seems like I want to hear more.

Most likely I learned it from Empress Sanhua.

This is indeed his contribution.

Back then, there was no grass growing around Yeshan Mountain due to the yin and ghost energy. During a great battle, there were floods, black mist, and thunder and fire. Even if there was any life on the ground, it would be wiped out. It was a swallow that carried it with its magical power.

Grains of grass seeds and buried tree seeds are nourished by the method of wood spirit, which brings life to this land.

Now that several years have passed, the lush green landscape is all due to Yanzi's kind deeds back then.

The Taoist wandered forward into the green mountains and green waters.

I soon discovered something interesting——

From a distance, the ground looked like a carpet of lush wild grasses. In early autumn, only a few turned yellow. From a distance, I didn’t know what kind of grass they were. But now that I got closer, I realized that most of them were familiar grasses.

cattail, bullwhip...

It is the grass that horses love to eat.

From a distance, we can only see the forest of trees on the mountain and by the lake. They are not as beautiful as the straight-rooted larches from the Western Regions, nor as tall and straight as the straight cedar trees common in Fengzhou and Yaozhou, nor are they as tall as the metasequoias or metasequoias by the Xianning Lake.

The cotinus trees on other mountains also turn yellow and red in autumn, and even look a bit messy. But when you get closer, you realize that most of these trees are fruit trees.

Some of them are just ripe in this early autumn, and they are hanging on the trees. You can smell the fragrance when you walk under the trees.

Like pears, like citrus, like kiwi.

"Are you planting all the fruit trees?"

Song You looked at Yanzi and couldn't help but smile and shake his head.

The swallow looked at the cat on the ground.

The cat also turned its head and looked at the swallow.

The cat and the bird seemed to be communicating something.

From the look in their eyes, it is not difficult for the Taoist to judge that the reason why Yanzi planted so many fruit trees in Fengzhou many years ago, even if it was not discussed between the two of them, must have been based on the preferences of Empress Sanhua.

Sanhua Empress likes hunting, harvesting, getting food, and the feeling of food everywhere.

The Taoist's footsteps did not stop.

He passed by countless lakes, large and small, and even he couldn't remember where each lake came from - was it knocked out by a dragon? Was it beaten out by a fox? When the superstar god was fighting with the earth line giant

Did you step on it? Hit it with a stone? Or did you take the stone and leave it behind?

Only the human-shaped lake is remembered.

Everything else was completely forgotten.

The Taoist passed through the Thousand Lakes, walked over the stone bridge, and arrived in front of Yeshan Mountain.
To be continued...