"There is no mortal like Yi Shuyuan in Xihe Village. He doesn't even exist in the book of life and death!"

Huang Hongchuan's eyes widened for a moment, his face full of disbelief, but when he recalled what Yi Shuyuan said, it didn't look fake at all, and his thoughts were confused for a moment.

"But he doesn't even know some of the basics of immortality..."

The old city god looked at Huang Hongchuan.

"I really don't know? That Mr. Yi was meditating in the Yuanjiang County Government Library, which aroused the aura of the heaven and earth in Yuanjiang County, the sun and the moon. If I hadn't known that he was there, I would have thought that a big demon had come from somewhere!"

"Mr. Yi has shown himself to be extraordinary since he entered Taoism. Perhaps he has some miraculous qualities. When talking to him, one can feel his sincerity..."

Huang Hongchuan came back to his senses with some hindsight and looked at Xiang Changqing, who also had a serious face.

"And Mr. Huang dares to say that Mr. Yi's heart is natural and he is free, and he must be practicing the right way!"

"It's natural!"

After meeting Yi Shuyuan, of course I can feel something from his state and conversation. It is unmistakable that Zheng Xiu is here. However, the city god originally came here to seek answers. Unexpectedly, the confusion became even greater. The two discussed it for a long time and also talked about it.

Things like the memories of people and ghosts in Xihe Village.

At this moment, Huang Hongchuan suddenly thought of a possibility, his heart jumped suddenly, and an electric feeling made him tremble slightly. He looked at the City God who was frowning and thinking.

"Xiang Chenghuang, tell me... is there a possibility that Mr. Yi is the son of Yi Sheng and the brother of Yi Baokang. He is originally from Xihe Village..."

"It's absolutely impossible. I can be wrong, but the book of life and death can still..."

The Cheng Huang's words came to an abrupt end here. He seemed to understand what the Mountain God was saying. He looked at the incomprehensible expression on Huang Hongchuan's face, and the latter nodded slightly.

"If, if the book of life and death cannot bear it..."

"Yi Shuyuan once said that he aspired to be free in the world of mortals. He also said that madness is like a dream or an illusion, and the dream before and after is like a lifetime. When he seeks to enter the Tao, heaven will stop him, or he may be in the immortal Tao...

"

Huang Hongchuan recalled all his contacts with Yi Shuyuan and murmured these words.

"Is it the world of games? Or is it forgotten in a dream, or..."

The old city god was also thinking about it at this moment.

The two gods were silent for a long time at this moment.

"Hey, don't think about it too much! Go look at the rocks and see if they have any hope with your eyes as the god of the underworld."

Huang Chongchuan said with some sadness, no matter how much they thought about it, there was no result.

The city god nodded and followed the mountain god to the stream with some excited and complicated thoughts.

When the two gods finally arrived at the stream and watched the trickling water falling on the rocks, Xiang Chenghuang finally sighed after looking at it for a long time.

"This ink shape will not fade and its color will not disappear. It cannot be retained unless it has a vast charm. We cannot measure it!"

The city god was talking about the ink on the stone, not the vitality of the doll, because there is no need to say more. In such a short time, the stone watered by the spring actually sprouted a little bit of ink in the rhyme.

An almost invisible aura.

Huang Hongchuan actually smiled, not as confused as before.

"Isn't it a good thing that there is such a mysterious and unpredictable righteous master in the world?"

Xiang Changqing was stunned and looked at Huang Hongchuan.
Chapter completed!