Wangshan ran dead horses, and it took two full 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 blowing.
It's a real cool breeze, not like a hot summer season.
The coolness that penetrates into the texture is like a veil brushed by the Nine Heavens Fairy, directly awakening people's consciousness of being drowsy due to the heat, and then drifting away.
"Good place." Mo Li sighed softly.
It is far from being able to clearly feel the aura, but the strength of the leylines is beyond doubt.
In the words of the alchemist, it is this place where feng shui can be solidified, the qi will not leak out, and the blessing will last long.
Of course, the feng shui set is very similar to Ayan Puka's brain in the eyes of Mo Li, that is, what he sees is right, and every sentence he says makes a difference, only the conclusion is biased to the horizon.
For example, it is true that the qi does not flow out, but what kind of blessings last long, what water sources and financial resources flow continuously, what dragons and tigers ascend to auspicious points... It is pure nonsense, people will turn into rotten bones and scum if they are buried.
Find a place full of spiritual energy to dig a hole and bury a coffin. Knowing that the Fudiji cave protects future generations, those who don't know it think that you want to see the corpse change! After all, the way of raising white ginseng in Qimao Mountain is also the same way of raising black carp. Why dig a hole for it to find a good place where the spiritual energy meets and bury it if you don’t expect it to change shape? The dead cannot be resurrected!
Mo Li did not expect that the peculiarity of Feihe Mountain can be seen at the foot of the mountain.
It was unlike any mountain he had ever seen.
The mountain is not steep, nor majestic, and it can even be said that this "mountain" looks very ordinary.
But it is full of vitality, from the birds in the forest to the babbling stream, people will realize that it is different at a glance.
It is "alive".
The wind is like the breath of this mountain, and the streams are the footprints it leaves. Before people get close, they are wrapped up and can't wait to go inside.
For Longmai, it feels like the owner is smiling and beckoning you in in the yard.
"...No wonder you said that you thought that only Luyang Feihe Mountain could have a dragon vein."
Mo Li was both surprised and novel, and couldn't help but jumped onto the roof of the car.
The air of lightness surrounds the body, wandering among the trees, invisible and intangible, only by brushing around can you feel its trajectory.
So real and so extraordinary.
No wonder even Ayan Puka firmly said that there are dragon veins here. Whether it is the experience of the swordsman Su Li or that unusual feather, it is more convincing that he has not stepped into the range of Feihe Mountain in person.
If Mo Li did not meet Meng Qi, but was looking for a companion, he might have traveled for a long time, seen many mountains and crossed many rivers without harvesting, until one day he came here... Even if he would cry with joy.
Just because it is not lonely to live in the world as a dragon.
Mo Li thought of this and got off the roof.
As expected, Meng Qi was not very happy.
Meng Qi didn't say a word, and drove with his head sullen.
On the way, the old horse, who was kicking, burying his head in the trailer and having no spirit, became very excited when he entered the woods, and he could barely hold it without the reins.
"Brother Meng took this road back then?" Mo Li thought about it and asked tentatively.
"No, take a boat."
Meng Qi felt that Mo Li's tone was a bit strange, and when he looked up, he saw the doctor's expression was serious.
Mo Li deliberately said in a deep voice: "As soon as we arrive today, we understand that Feihe Mountain is indeed unforgettable, especially for the dragon veins. If it wasn't for what Ayan Puka said last time, I still don't know how many times you came to Feihe Mountain. Second-rate."
Meng Qi: "..."
Why does this sound weird
It's like being jealous, but the doctor has never been jealous! Meng Qi was very puzzled.
Mo Li laughed in his heart, to deal with Meng Guoshi, who was thinking too much, he had to grab the vinegar in front of him and keep the gerbil in a daze against the empty vinegar bowl.
- What vinegar to drink? The doctor only has bitter concoction here, don't think about anything else.
In fact, when Ayan Puka mentioned these things last time, Mo Li hadn't thought about it yet, and he was just on the roof of the car. Mo Li pushed others to think about what Meng Guoshi was thinking when he first came to Feihe Mountain. What, my mood is suddenly complicated.
After traveling thousands of miles to Feihe Mountain, he found that there might really be dragon veins. Meng Qi's decades of happiness were all used up in one day.
When he was happy, the problem appeared, and the dragon vein could not be found!
No matter how extraordinary this mountain looks, the dragon veins just don’t show up! I don't know if Feihe Mountain's dragon veins are not at home, or if the dragon veins have not yet formed, Meng Qi can only leave in despair, and will come back for a walk next time.
As a result, I walked around in circles and circles, each time without success.
In the end, Meng Qi could no longer say with certainty that Feihe Mountain must have dragon veins.
If so, why avoid it
How good the first feeling of stepping into Feihe Mountain was, how disappointed Meng Qi was in the end.
But this can't blame Feihe Mountain's dragon veins. No one stipulates that dragon veins must show up to recognize relatives when they meet their companions. This is still someone's territory. If you run into someone else's house and can't find anyone in the house, can you still blame the host for not being hospitable to guests
As for the host inviting you to come in as a guest... that's just an illusion brought about by the spiritual energy, even the shadow of the dragon veins is not seen, where did the invitation come from
"You haven't had a companion for so many years, and you finally met, but it's like this again." Mo Li stroked Meng Qi's right hand.
This is the action of touching the gerbil's fur.
Meng Qi involuntarily held it back, and pulled the ink carp onto the cab beside him and sat down, bending his head to avoid his full earlobes.
Without the restraint of the reins, the horse neighed and burrowed into the forest excitedly.
The carriage then jolted violently, and if it wasn't for martial arts, it might have been thrown off the carriage.
"Slow down."
The ink carp didn't know whether to laugh or cry, pulling the reins for fear that it would hit the tree trunk.
Horses are from Mumbai.
For fear of repeating the same mistakes, someone deliberately chose a dull and bad horse.
According to the guy in the carriage shop, the old horse was deaf and incapable of listening, and was returned several times. The merchants who rented it also complained repeatedly. No matter how whipped and yelled, the horse would always be on the road at a fast speed. This is the way of transporting goods and carrying people.
Feeding the good forage doesn't work hard, and the bad forage can be eaten without error. Even in front of the horse, the man forcibly replaces the good forage with the bad one. In short, it was terribly dull. Meng Qi was very satisfied at the time, but within two days of buying it, he was a little unhappy again.
- The ink carp took care of the horse to let it rest, and also fed it with melons and fruits to relieve the heat. The horse seemed to be lukewarm, and no one paid any attention to it
Meng Qi said that the horse was dull and unbearable, but Mo Li said that it was "pampering and humiliating", and a gentleman should be like this.
National Division:"… "
Forget it, there are gains and losses, and it is always difficult to get the best of both worlds.
Now the horse was uncharacteristically, running wild with its hoofs thrown away, the cart swayed to and fro for a moment, and finally thumped, and the rear wheel flew out.
The horse's body twisted and was almost brought to the ground.
Meng Qi jumped on the horse's back and wrapped his right hand around the horse's neck. He didn't see how much he exerted any force, and the horse stopped honestly.
"Why did you suddenly go crazy?" Mo Li jumped down long before the carriage overturned.
Anyway, there is nothing in the car, so I'm not afraid of breaking it.
The ink carp stepped forward and touched the horse's sweaty mane to see if there was anything unusual about its snout.
"Okay, it's not sick." Meng Qi dismounted from the horse and said angrily, "I'm afraid I feel that the woods are cool, and I'm impatient to wait for us. I just want to rush into the stream and take a dip."
Mo Li did not refute, it was really hot.
They are not afraid of heat, and horses are not.
"Listening to the sound of water, the stream is not far from here, you might as well take it."
Mo Li patted the horse's back and handed the reins to Meng Qi, when suddenly he heard a voice approaching in the woods.
Looking at the wheel that was flying far away, and the old horse who was clearly on strike and didn't want to work, Mo Li simply sighed and said seriously, "Just take it to rest, brother Qixing and I are on the same page. With the age, there is still a long way to go with it."
Meng Qi patted the non-existent dust on the hem of the clothes, and sighed with a sigh: "It seems that there is no such thing as a gentleman's demeanor, and there is no horse. As long as it can be cool, the others around him can't care."
Mo Li is angry and funny, and the dignified Taijing dragon veins, why do you always have to get along with the horse
While speaking, the voices of people in the distance also slowly approached, and it turned out to be a line of welcome party draped in rough red cloth.
There was no sedan chair, and the bride had only a donkey riding on it. She was wearing new clothes, her hair was smooth, and she didn't have a veil. Her eyes were looking at them curiously.
There was only one road in the woods that had been trampled on, and it was overgrown with weeds, and it was quite narrow.
Mo Li and Meng Qi both looked like old men. A dilapidated carriage was dumped on the ground, and its wheels fell into the distance. Anyone with a discerning eye would know what happened.
"I'm sorry, everyone, wait a moment." Mo Li found that the road was blocked by the car.
The people in the wedding reception team were all simple-looking people. Hearing the words, they quickly spoke in a strong Jingzhou dialect: "Where does the old man speak, it is inevitable that there will be an accident when going out. We fishermen in the countryside have no auspicious times, and the bride When it arrives, let’s get married, even if it’s delayed for a while, it’s okay.”
After speaking, he took the initiative to say hello: "How about my old man take the things in the car and let's help lift the car up?"
Naturally, Mo Li couldn't bear the appearance of an eighty-year-old man and lift the carriage with one hand in front of so many people, so he could only thank and accept the other's kindness.
The villagers were not afraid that Meng Qi Mo Li was a bad guy.
Seeing that he is older than the village chief and the village elder, and his waist is neither bent nor hunched, he looks like he has a bit of identity.
Luckily, he didn't wear silk and satin, otherwise the villagers wouldn't even dare to say hello.
"Hey, this wheel isn't broken, it can be repaired! It's just that I don't have any tools at hand, why don't I go back to the village with us?"
"That's right, it's getting late. The sun goes down, and the darkness in the woods is scary."
Meng Qi responded quickly, and gave Mo Li a look: Now you know why you are pretending to be an old man
- Not every place is like Taijing, just look good.
Young and unfamiliar outsiders, no matter what their status, will arouse the people's vigilance. An 80-year-old old man can't be a bandit, nor can he be a clerk who collects taxes from the government, and it is even less likely that he will kidnap someone's daughter-in-law. They caught up with them to welcome their relatives for a wedding, and inviting people over was just a matter of adding a pair of chopsticks to a bowl of water and wine, and no one would care.
"Father, where are you calling from? It sounds like it's nearby by the accent?"
"From the south of Jingzhou, come to find relatives." Mo Li said casually.
He found that the longer he stayed with Meng Qi, the more lies could come without hesitation.
After entrusting the benefits of a large pile of mountains, rivers and rivers that he read in Taijing, Mo Li picked a place to say a few words, and he said it in a good way.
There are people in the village who have been there, nodding their heads.
By the time everyone arrived in the village, everyone was convinced that Mo Li was the one from that place.
The denser the woods are, the cooler it is.
Turning over a small slope, the eyes are suddenly bright, and I saw two streams flowing out of Feihe Mountain one on the left and one on the right, where they converged into a lake.
The fishing village is right by the lake, and most of the houses are rough, with only a few brick houses.
The village has prepared a feast, just a long table, which looks like it was carried out from an ancestral hall, with stewed vegetables, pork, and various fish and shrimps in big pots and bowls.
Poor people don't have the seasoning for cooking, and it is a good dish to use oil and sauce. People who are welcoming relatives don't even care about watching the newlyweds go to church, they just sit down and eat and drink. The weather is hot, and things can't be stored for long, and people who hold weddings are also calling out to eat and drink quickly.
The village chief was a shriveled old man, who was supported tremblingly by his grandson to meet the guests in the village.
He has a mouth, good man, with only two teeth left.
The words and words are vague, let alone Meng Qi, even Mo Li who has learned the dialect can't hear what he is talking about.
The grandson of the old village chief hurriedly said, "Grandpa said it was a distinguished guest. The Taoist in the temple said a few days ago that there will be a distinguished guest coming from the north a while ago."
Mo Li frowned, and a villager at the table next to him who was busy chewing meat smiled and said, "This is wrong. The two old husbands came to look for relatives from the south, not the north."
"What temple? The temple is supposed to be reserved for monks and nuns, so why is it a Taoist?" The first time Meng Qi spoke, everyone else was startled.
This is Mandarin, and most of the dozens of people in the village do not understand it.
Mo Li had to repeat the words again.
"Oh, right in front." The villager, who was busy grabbing meat with others, pointed forward with his chopsticks without raising his head.
With the extraordinary eyesight of the ink carp, he could 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 slapped the back of the hand of the person who was holding chopsticks pointing, and scolded: "That's the mountain god, how can you be disrespectful?"
"Mountain God?"
"It's the God of Shanboze, who blesses us poor people, and there is no statue or anything, so he offers bowls of rice and incense sticks during the festivals." The grandson of the old village chief saw Meng Qimoli's extraordinary bearing and felt that they were not ordinary people, so he greeted them with great enthusiasm. Very polite, and asked to send water and ask for a stool.
Mo Li and Meng Qi looked at each other and couldn't help but ask, "God of the Mountain, is it effective?"
The villagers said in unison: "Spirit! Specially!"
The author has something to say: gerbil hugs his chest: Doctor, let me tell you, this dead house in Feiheshan is particularly irritating, don't play with him