"The earth robbery has entered my life, and my life experience is full of Jie." Yan Jing slowly muttered these two sentences and bowed, "I'm going to bother Taoist Master today."

As he said that, he returned to the position she had done before, and the masked man next to him also followed him, and the boat suddenly fell into silence as before.

Zhang Heyan was very energetic about reading two books around him. As expected, learning divination and real divination for others felt completely different. No wonder the master said he would let him enter this world.

This is much more useful than the books he read for the first half of the month. He seemed to be able to feel a mysterious silk thread connecting him and the heroine just now. Perhaps at some point this fate would suddenly connect.

But I think this should be a long time later. Traveling in the world will indeed make him diligent in cultivation and make him feel much clearer. It depends on whether he can keep his original heart in this secular world.

Zhang Heyan always takes what his master said to heart, although most of these things are not much related to him, after the previous incidents, the ship gradually fell into silence, and the water flow became more and more rapid.

However, this season has not actually been long. After a morning, the boat owners obviously speeded up, and they still had to rush to the next resting point before night. It is not very safe to rest on the boat at night.

"Hey, why doesn't this ship move?" When Zhang Heyan was still immersed in the world of books, the swordsman suddenly spoke, which attracted several people to look up.

The old boatman also stood up at the stern, put down the oar in his hand, pulled out a bamboo pole from the cabin next to him, and slowly penetrated into the water.

"Boatman, why did this ship suddenly stop moving?" said Pan Chun, the masked man next to Yan Jing. He seemed to feel something was wrong and had already grabbed the knife he placed on the stool.

The old boatman shook his head, his face obviously wrinkled, "I don't know, I have been on the boat all my life, I have never seen this situation. This is not a river or a river. There shouldn't be a water grass entanglement of the boat. The water is so clear that there will be no fish blocking the road..."

After hearing this, everyone stood up and walked to the side of the boat. It was just a small black-sailed boat. After a few people got on, it seemed a little full.

Zhang Heyan did not go out, but stayed obediently in the cabin. At this time, there were people on the bow and stern of the boat. If one is not careful and loses his balance, everyone will fall into the water.

"Hey! It's really strange. Someone thought there was something like whirlpool in the water that sucked our ship!" said the swordsman. He directly stuck his knife into the bottom of the ship, and walked around the ship with his superb light skills, as if he had cut the bottom of the ship with his knife.

But the boat still couldn't take action, which made everyone feel extremely puzzled. The scholar Gu Sheng even said: "How strange, how strange, this place where the sky is clear and the earth is as clear as duckweed, is there any other ghosts floating in the air?"

The speaker is unintentional, the listener is intentional. After excluding all the answers, the most unlikely one becomes the truly most likely answer, and everyone suddenly feels a little nervous.

No matter what era it is, people will not be willing to contact ghosts. This is human nature, and there is nothing worth talking about.

Perhaps some people want to find ghosts, talk to them about ghosts and people, and meet different things than ordinary things.

But once they encounter ghosts on the road, their ideas will change greatly. Just like the story of a master once told him by a master named Ye Gong Haolong, people are always used to understanding and like creatures that they don't actually understand. Once these creatures come to them, they are completely different.

Everyone's eyes turned around at the same time, facing the little Taoist priest who was still sitting in the cabin. After all, in their impression, the only people in the Xuanmen who could deal with ghosts were left.

Zhang Heyan shook his head, "There is no ghostly atmosphere. You might as well think about why you stopped here? My father-in-law, is there any story worth mentioning here?"

"Story... Old man, where do I have any stories?" He muttered, and the bamboo pole in his hand forced forward. With a "click", the long bamboo pole made of old bamboo broke in response.

Yan Jing's eyes were quiet, "It seems that something really blocked our way. What is it?"

Zhang Heyan said again, "If you think about it carefully, is there really no story on this river?"

The old man held the broken bamboo pole and didn't know what to do for a moment. After hearing this, he narrowed his eyes and thought about it carefully.

"If you want to say this, there is really a story..." He seemed to be trapped in memories, his voice gradually became lighter, but it could still be heard clearly by everyone.

"That happened a long time ago. It was the old man. I was not born yet. It was the story of my grandfather's generation. It was also in this river at that time."

"At that time, the waterway had not yet been opened, and there were only a dozen households in our village. They planted some fields along this river for their own food and clothing."

He smiled and said, "You don't know yet. This river has its own name, Bailan River. The name of this river is very long. Maybe my grandfather's grandfather was called this name in that era."

"Why is it called this name? This is also the only story I can think of about this river. It seems that hundreds of years ago, there was a water god in this river called Bai Lan."

He frowned and thought about the story hard, "My grandfather and his ancestors seemed to have seen the water god of this river, so they built a water god temple on the bank of this river."

"Although the Water God Temple was established, it was also good weather in the past few years. The river water never flooded the fields beside the river. Naturally, the Water God Temple was in full bloom."

"But... the water god seemed to have something unexpected. He didn't show up for a long time. Gradually, the water god temple was abandoned. The river water flooded the fields again, and our family moved to a higher mountain, and the story was left unresolved..."

Zhang Heyan nodded. He understood the story clearly, but it was not complicated in fact. It was just that there was such a water god named Bai Lan in 200 years who once protected the peace of the country, but disappeared for no reason.

"The ship will not stop for no reason unless someone blocks it, but the sky is clear and the earth is clear, and there will be no ghosts here, so it is only possible that it is the elves in the water!"

Zhang Heyan took out a cypress incense from his bag, lit it with the fire of the stove, and then hid it at the surface of the river, and then inserted the long incense at the bow of the ship.

"Boatman, do you have food?" Zhang Heyan knew that these boats usually put some emergency fruits or staple foods on them, but they would not take them out unless they had to, so this question was asked.

The old boatman nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, don't worry, the Taoist priest, here."

He hurriedly took out a bowl from a small box inside the cabin, and on it were several stacked steamed buns and handed them to Zhang Heyan.

Zhang Heyan placed the bowl on the bow of the boat, and at the same time scooped a bowl of clear water, and placed it next to him. Then he stepped on the seven stars and pinched the mysterious seal with his hands, "Six Dings and Six Jias, hurry up and as the law!"
Chapter completed!