Everyone owes me a favor

Qingqiu Pavilion is located on the west side of Shuisheng Ancient City. It is built along the water. It is extremely clean and far away from the ceremony of worshiping gods. The distant suona sounds like a divine voice from the sky.

Standing like touching a window.

This place is a big city, there must be quite a few Qinlou and Chu Pavilions, he didn't know for a moment, whether Feng Ruyuan chose to stay here was not intentional, or because he had a peek into his own thoughts about worshiping gods.

When he smelled the fragrance of bamboo, he turned his head and saw Feng Rugu leaning on the soft chair, with the pipe held flat on his chest, studying the sheet music on the table page by page.

Ruyi smiled in his heart.

... He really thought too much.

He was looking at the pavilions and waterside pavilions outside the window thinking about something, when a dragonfly lightly landed on his shoulder.

If he glanced sideways, he saw that it was a paper dragonfly made of musical scores, supported by a breath of bamboo, and was able to perch on his shoulder.

Feel helpless for such a small trick as a couple.

After the misidentification in the morning, Ruyi has confirmed that this Yunzhong Jun is probably deliberately revealing the details of his adoptive father's resemblance, or making an overly intimate behavior, in order to tease him, see him embarrassed, and covet pleasure. Never sincere.

But the bamboo smoke with the scent of corydalis, made Ruyi feel that this person is not a simple person.

He took off the paper dragonfly on his shoulder, smelled the faint scent of ink, unfolded the dragonfly, and found that Feng Rugu was actually asking him a serious question: "The monks in Hanshan Temple don't recite scriptures well in the temple, why do they come here?"

Ru was concerned about his cynicism, and turned the paper over and over several times before confirming that he was indeed not joking.

Apart from other things, Feng Rugu's handwriting is not ugly, but the writing force of the paper is lazy and loose, which is the most taboo type when his foster father teaches him to write.

"...The last word is like this. It only takes up the word 'chic and romantic' and has no form or meaning. But this is because of weak wrists. You are a beginner, so you should practice more."

Ruyi raised his hand and gently pressed his chest, where the letter that Chang Boning invited him was hidden.

Ten years later, the same iron hook and silver hook, the same youthful spirit, have not changed at all.

In contrast, the advantages and disadvantages are clear.

Ruyi restrained his mind, put the unfolded "Paper Dragonfly" score and the letter sent by his adoptive father together, walked back to the bed, took a blank piece of paper, and wrote back to him: "There are people with dementia in the city. , If you don’t respond to it, if you wake it up, it’s like a living corpse.”

Ever since he learned to write, he secretly copied his adoptive father's handwriting, so his pen was not as sharp as a monk's.

Feng Ruyu replied to him: "It's not a disease?"

Ruyi wrote: "I learned from the report that the victim lost one of the three souls in his body, and lost one of the seven souls. It should have been taken away."

"What's so special about the lost souls?"

"There are men, women, and children. If there is anything special...they are all victims of rich families. There is nothing special about others."

"how many people?"

"A total of nine people before and after."

"Since there is a tradition of worshiping gods here, shouldn't the 'gods' of this place take care of it? What does it have to do with Hanshan Temple?"

"Hanshan Temple is not here to investigate. A monk's father in the mountains was killed and fell asleep. His mother wrote to him and asked him to return quickly. He and his fellow villagers from the temple came back to visit relatives. One was killed on Mizhi Mountain and the other was abandoned in Qingjian County. Street."...these are the two strokes that make up the word "seal" in the blood pen.

Feng Ruzhi looked at the words he wrote, and when he was deep in thought, he subconsciously scraped the side of his nose lightly with his thumb, which was exactly where the mole on the right side of the tip of the nose was.

I don't know why, seeing him move like this, Ruyi's heart twitched slightly, and an indescribable strange feeling came to my heart, but I couldn't tell where it came from.

When the two were silent, there was a knock on the door.

A girl in a plain shirt came in with her pipa in her arms, she smiled before she spoke, showing a small canine tooth: "Master, little girl Qing Ni."

Before coming up, Feng Rugu made a point of explaining to the proprietress that he wanted a sweet-talking, cheerful, local-born qin girl in his room. Firstly, he could hear the most orthodox ditties, and secondly, it was convenient for him to inquire about local news.

Ruyi didn't make a sound, just stood aside, looked at the water pavilion in the distance, expanded his spiritual consciousness, and searched for any traces of demon cultivators in the city.

Other people's piano skills are always inferior to that of the adoptive father, which sounds useless.

Feng Rugu was like a fish in water on such a romantic occasion, praising Qing Ni's already excellent piano skills as if the pipa girl at the head of the Xunyang River was reborn.

And he only listened to it once, then copied out the Gong Chi notation with strict rhythm, and took it to ask her to appreciate what's wrong.

When the Qin girl Qing Ni saw her, she was astonished, and immediately made him her confidant.

As soon as I turned around, I saw him holding the piano score, looking at the piano girl, there seemed to be true feelings in his eyes, and I felt that my guess was right. This person has no sincerity, is merciful everywhere, and always does some intimate things to please people deliberately , must not be taken seriously.

Thinking, he reached out and took out the disassembled paper dragonfly, and carefully folded it back to the original along the creases.

After folding, he felt that his actions were inexplicable, so he casually put the paper dragonfly by the window and ignored it.

Over there, Feng Rugu had gradually turned the topic to the sacred songs in the ceremony of worshiping the gods, and then to the matter of worshiping the gods.

Feng Rugu smiled and said, "What is a 'God'? I've never seen it in my life. I don't know if I can see it in two days."

Qing Ni is used to seeing visitors from all over the world, and she speaks a bit knowledgeable, softly said: "This 'God', after all, is the sustenance of people's hearts, invisible and formless, what people say he is, that's what he is .”

She eloquently said: "According to legend, our place used to be the place where the sky was cracked in ancient times, and the floods poured down. Fortunately, although the drop of molten rock was not in its place, it also transformed into a spiritual consciousness, exerting its divine power in the mountain, sealing the sky crack, and protecting the people here from the harm of the flood. Therefore, the tradition of worshiping gods here has a long history. For a long time, there are at least a hundred temples here, and there are five or six groups of believers. As long as I can remember, the smell of sandalwood has been in my nose. The ceremony of worshiping the gods is held every three years on the day of the zodiac. All believers sacrifice together."

Feng Rugu took a sip of the local chrysanthemum wine: "Every family believes in their own gods, but they sacrifice on the same day, so aren't they afraid of fighting?"

Qing Ni said: "That is the day of offering sacrifices to the gods that has been passed down for thousands of years. How can it be easily modified? The believers of each family will set up a place in the city in advance, and they will not disturb each other. For foreign guests, that night is very lively. , There are Nuo rituals on the East Street, witch dances on the West Road, incense and stone sacrifices in the South City, and city gods in the North City for outings. If you go around the city, you can see all the wonders, which is very interesting."

Feng Ruyu was still most concerned: "Which family is the most popular? The ancient Heaven-Mending Stone God?"

"That's not true." Qing Ni pursed her lips and smiled, "The Stone God is only worshiped by the elderly. Nowadays, the place with the most incense and the busiest place in the city is offering sacrifices to a fairy who came to the city more than ten years ago. He expelled the plague and saved the lives of half of the people in the city, the name of that immortal is 'Fu Yan', and the layman's surname is Chang."

Feng Ruzhi spit out all the wine in his mouth.

Ruyi looked back in astonishment.

After being told by Qing Ni, Feng Ruyuan only remembered it.

It seems that he has indeed been to this place.

He stayed in Fengling Mountain for too long, what happened twelve or thirteen years ago was like a previous life to him, he only remembered that he brought his family's little mortal to this place, not to slay demons at all, but to watch the lamp.

Feng Rugu couldn't remember when and where he got rid of the plague demons. When he encountered those demons that caused disasters, he just killed them with his sword.

He only remembered the celestial music candles and revolving lanterns that filled the streets in that summer, they were really beautiful.

For example, looking back, looking at the city outside Xiaoxuan's window, his eyes are a little different.

When he was a child, he didn't remember the place names, but he only knew where his adoptive father was going, so he went there.

The adoptive father said to take him to a good place to watch the lamp, but someone disturbed them to watch the lamp, so the adoptive father killed the person, wiped the bloody sword with a silk, and took him by the hand to the lamp market.

The adoptive father said, "In front of the camp lantern paper Ma Yutang, the story of Zhangtai was passed down."

He also said that the stories of many people's lives are condensed in this small revolving lantern, just like his master who has been ups and downs in Taoism all his life, in the end, it is also a legend in the mouth of a storyteller.

As one remembers, under the influence of the heat, the young man's face was bright red, watching the story in the lamp, the thin light in his eyes was extremely vivid.

And Ruyi was also in a daze when he saw the gentle expression of the always flamboyant young man as he passed the constantly rotating lights.

Seeing the strange reaction of the two, Qing Ni couldn't help being surprised: "...What's the matter? What is wrong with the slave family?"

Feng Rugu adjusted quickly, took out a handkerchief to wipe the table, and said apologetically, "No, it's just that the name 'Fu Yan' sounds funny, and it sounds like 'perfunctory'."

Qing Ni covered her mouth with a smile: "Young Master's words are really interesting. That Xianjun is a beautiful person, and he has the power to exorcise the plague. People in the city seek marriage from him, and seek to avoid the epidemic. It's amazing."

Feng Ruyuan wiped the table with his head down, dumbfounded.

At that time, he was really angry because all the houses in the city were closed and the original [-]th Lantern Festival would not be opened, so he found the plague demon, killed it with a sword, cut off the source of the plague, lifted the plague demon's head, and asked if the lantern festival could be opened on time .

Some city residents were so grateful that they came to ask him his name and said that he should make offerings to repay his kindness.

Feng Rugu went down the mountain under the name of his senior brother, and seeing everyone's reactions, he felt that he had done a bit too much this time, and he was bringing a child with him. He was afraid of causing trouble that shouldn't be caused, so when everyone asked about the name of the immortal, he said: "No. Say it, you can't say it. It's just a layman's surname."

As a result, it was passed around, and it was actually passed on as the "Fu Yan" fairy.

It can be seen from this that the people's ability to beautify the gods in their hearts is really top-notch.

Talking about the gods was just an episode, and Qing Ni and Feng Rugu discussed the score again, until it was dark, Qing Ni reluctantly closed the door and left, just in time to meet Lu Xin who came out from the next room holding the piano.

Luxin always likes to tease the little guests, and she must make them red-faced. This is why the young master Feng next door has specially ordered some points for the two young young girls, obviously deliberately teasing his two precious apprentices.

But at this time, Lu Xin was blushing and giggling, which made Qing Ni very surprised.

She asked, "Xiao Xin'er, what's the matter with you?"

Lu Xin shook her head, pointed to the door of the wing room that had just been closed, and whispered to Qing Ni face to face.

Inside the door, seeing the qin girl leaving, Luo Fuchun heaved a sigh of relief and said: "Junior brother, what did you tell her just now? She was really quiet in the second half of the journey."

Sang Luojiu stood by the window like Ruyi, looking out: "I said, if you look at my senior brother again, I will get angry."

Luo Fuchun clapped his hands: "Ha, the younger brother is still smart, no wonder she kept looking at you afterwards, she must like you, and she doesn't want to make you angry."

Sang Luojiu looked at him lovingly, then turned his gaze out of the window, and muttered softly: "...strange."

Ruyi, who was separated from him by a wall, confirmed the same thing with Sang Luojiu.

He wrote on the paper: "There is no magic energy in the city. There is no magic in a radius of fifty miles."

Unlike what happened to Ruyi when he was a child, there are no false gods who pretend to be impostors, and there is no magical atmosphere, but it is full of pure and holy air.

Although there is no guarantee that there is a demon cultivator deliberately hiding the breath, or that the monster is not here for the time being, but judging from the current situation, this place is completely peaceful and prosperous.

Feng Ruyuan supported his head, let out a mouthful of bamboo mist, and said leisurely: "Tomorrow we will visit the victim. Tonight, let's go for a stroll in the city first."