I am a fairy

Chapter 82 Cold Food Festival (Update)

The convoy of carriages and horses, guarded by elite soldiers, arrived at the riverside.

On one side, the river is rolling down, and on the other side, there is a cliff thousands of feet high, accompanied by the neighing of horses' hooves and the shouts of people.

"Hululu~"

"Xu~"

Although he didn't believe in his heart that the gift was left by the gods, and that the gift was taken by the wizard from the heaven above the clouds, Wen Fonu also thought it was nonsense and felt that the story was too absurd and bizarre.

But it must be said that the box aroused a strong curiosity in Wen Funu, and he was looking forward to the next journey.

However, what we are looking forward to is not the people, but whether we can see more rare treasures left by the "ancients".

At this time, the carriage began to slow down, and the guards in front came back to report.

Guard: "There are people gathering in front."

Wen Fu Nu: "Who is it?"

Guard: "They are worshippers."

Wen Fu Nu: "What god do you worship?"

Guard: "Lord Yunzhong."

There is an ancient cave under the cliff, inside which stands a stone statue with a blurred face due to being weathered by wind and rain. At this moment, you can see many passers-by worshiping in front of the cave.

There were old and young, farmers and nearby fishermen, and even people who came from far away to come here to worship the gods.

"May the Lord of the Clouds bless us with good weather and good harvest today."

"Please protect my Shanghe Township from disasters and misfortunes."

"Thanks to the blessing of Cloud God, my Zhang family is what it is today."

Upon seeing this, the Yin-Yang Taoist priest also stepped forward and paid homage in front of the cave.

After standing up, he saw Wen Funu standing behind him.

Wen Fonu: "Is this Yun Zhongjun?"

Yin-Yang Taoist: "In the past, a dragon fell from the sky and landed here. The ancestors of Zhangjia Village built a stone statue in the cave. Later, Jia County Master passed by here. The stone statue disappeared, but there was a young man sitting in the cave."

The Taoist priest also told Jia Gui's story, including the prediction of snow and hail, and the subsequent mud dragon entering the river.

The incident of the dragon falling from the sky happened too long ago, and there was no witness.

but.

This recent event was witnessed by thousands of people, and even the traces of the mud dragon entering the river still remain there.

He looked at the villagers who were offering sacrifices to Yun Zhongjun, and then at the mud dragon entering the river.

For a moment, the guards brought by Wen Funu also spoke with some awe.

"Could it be that there really is an auspicious sign of gods appearing in Xihe County?"

"Are there really dragons in Xihe County?"

Wen Funu laughed and walked out, twirling the beads.

"If there were dragons in every mountain, river, or mountain, then there would be too many dragons in the world."

"In my opinion, most of the stories about ghosts and gods in this world are just rumors."

"The Buddha said."

"Form is not different from emptiness, and emptiness is not different from color. Color is emptiness, and emptiness is color. The same is true for feelings, thoughts, and consciousness."

"Everything here is nothing but the evil thoughts of human nature."

Listening to what Wen Fonuo said, we knew that Buddhism had already flourished in the South, and the meaning of the sutras was also widely known.

Then he called a villager over and asked him about it.

"Of course not. We set up a tent on the mountain a few days in advance, and then we saw with our own eyes that mud dragon rushed into the river right under our noses."

"That mud dragon was so powerful that when it ran the whole mountain was moving. There were thunder and lightning in the sky, and the wind and rain were so strong that the trees were knocked down."

"And what's more, that dragon also ate a tiger. County Yitou Liu saw it clearly."

What the villagers said was true, and there were more than one or two people who said this. Wen Funu was suddenly a little unsure.

"This mud dragon might be the result of heavy rain that caused mud and rocks to fall from the mountains and rivers, but how did they predict in advance that the mud dragon would enter the river?"

Some things can be faked, but some things are very difficult to fake.

Next.

The Yin-Yang Taoist priest continued to move forward with Wen Fonu.

The two came to the front of the sacred peak, from this angle they could just see the hot springs cascading down from the top of the mountain.

I saw the mist surrounding the hillside, and the sunlight reflected colorful colors.

This kind of scenery can be said to be very amazing.

Wen Fonu shouted, "I didn't expect that there would be such a place in my Lucheng County."

Yin Yang Taoist: "This is the Divine Peak, and the hot spring is flowing down from the Divine Peak."

Wen Fonu was originally extremely amazed, but when he turned around and saw the Yin-Yang Taoist with an indifferent expression, he immediately restrained the emotions on his face.

How could a nobleman like you act so ignorant in front of a country Taoist priest?

Wen Fu Nu: “What a great place.”

Yin-Yang Taoist: "Sir Wen, you don't know that this place was just an ordinary hill before. On the day of Jingzhe this year, a divine thunder was born from the ground, broke through the ground and rushed to the clouds. This hot spring was brought from under the nine earths to the human world in this way."

When Wen Fonu heard the Yin-Yang Taoist talking about ghosts and gods again, and speaking in such a magical way, he could not help it.

Wen Fonu: "You mean, this sacred spring was also brought to the human world by Yun Zhongjun?"

Yin Yang Taoist: "That's right."

Wen Fonu: "You have no respect for the ancient god Yunzhongjun by borrowing his name like this."

Yin-Yang Taoist: "Every word Lu said is true. I dare not lie or deceive."

Wen Funu: "Then let me ask."

Just then, a few mountain people came down the mountain.

Wen Funu called the mountain people from the foot of the mountain and asked them a few questions.

Wen Fonu: "When did the hot spring on this mountain appear?"

Mountain people: "It appears after the Waking of Insects season."

Wen Funu: "Tell me in detail."

Wen Fonu was slapped in the face again. What these mountain people said was exactly the same as what the Yin-Yang Taoist said. It could even be said that it was exactly the same. Even the date and all the details matched.

He gave the mountain man some copper coins and let him leave, but Wen Funu's face turned red at this moment.

He felt that everything here was the opposite of what he had imagined in his mind. He was certain that the so-called auspicious signs of the gods appearing and everything were fakes created by the county magistrate Jia Gui and a group of witches and Taoists, but he could not find any evidence.

even.

Gradually, he began to really doubt.

"Could it be that this is all true?"

However, he immediately rejected it.

"Buddha is an enlightened being. Even Buddha had to enter Nirvana in the end. How can there be immortals in the world?"

But some inner hesitation is inevitable.

even.

The Buddhist beads in my hand couldn't turn anymore.

The Yin-Yang Taoist then led Wen Fonu forward and finally arrived at the stairs at the foot of the sacred peak.

along the way.

He patiently and patiently proved to Wen Funu the appearances of gods and various auspicious and miraculous events, just to impress this noble man and make him truly believe everything he had said before.

At this moment, the Yin-Yang Taoist struck while the iron was hot: "It's getting late, it's getting dark, Sima Wen, please follow me up the mountain quickly."

Wen Fu Nu: "What if it's dark?"

Yin-Yang Taoist: "If you stay at the foot of the mountain, you may encounter something unexpected."

Wen Fonu smiled and said, "I have dozens of guards with me, all of whom are elite soldiers in the army. Let alone encountering bandits, even if we encounter wolves, tigers and leopards, we have nothing to fear."

Yin Yang Taoist: "Compared with the things that roam under this sacred peak, thieves, tigers and wolves are nothing."

Wen Fu Nu looked unhappy: "Oh, so dangerous?"

The old Taoist priest was holding out his hand to lead the way on the side, but no one noticed and he continued talking.

"This is the place where gods and humans meet, where the gates of yin and yang are wide open."

"There is a cloud wall on the top of the sacred peak, which can open the door to the heaven and lead to the nine underworlds."

"What's more, today is the Cold Food Festival, the day to change the fire."

"At night, when the fire from last year was extinguished and the new fire had not yet been lit, ghosts and gods descended to the mortal world and evil spirits paraded through the streets. That's why Mr. Lu said he was afraid of an accident."

Unfortunately, Laodao’s “well-intentioned” reminder did not achieve any further results, but instead had the opposite effect.

The first time it exceeded Wen Funu's expectations, this young nobleman could still accept it, the second time he could tolerate it, and the third time he even began to waver.

But the things that continued to exceed his imagination and expectations aroused his inner resistance.

So, I started to think in my heart.

"There is something wrong with this old Taoist in front of me."

The other party was trying to mislead and deceive him in this way, trying to fool him by playing tricks, so as to play with him, the son of a prince and a member of the royal family, in the palm of their hands.

"This old Taoist actually used the story of ghosts and gods to scare me, thinking that I would be afraid."

"You can do something once, twice, but not three times."

"If you use the same method too many times, it won't work anymore."

At this moment, the "awakened" Wen Fu Nu began to reflect on everything that had happened before. He remembered the worshippers who had gathered in front of the rock cave on the river bank and just blocked their way, and he also remembered the mountain people who suddenly appeared and passed by at the foot of the mountain.

At this moment, he suddenly realized.

"I understand."

"No wonder, all this must have been arranged long ago. These people knew I was coming and had already joined forces to wait for me on the road!"

"I also said that I would suddenly go to Yunzhen Dao on Ziyun Peak to investigate, preparing to catch them off guard."

"I didn't expect it, but I almost got myself into a trap."

At this time, a large group of people from a distance hurried over and finally caught up with the tail of Wen Funu's carriage team.

"Who is coming?" Wen Funu looked behind and soon those people introduced themselves.

"Sima Wen, but Sima Wen is here?"

"Jia Gui, the magistrate of Xihe County, pays homage to Sima Wen."

"Meet Sima Wen..."

Xihe County Magistrate Jia Gui and his group finally arrived. When they found out that it was indeed Wen Fonu's carriage, they immediately saluted in unison.

However, this accidental scene made Wen Funu even more certain of his thoughts.

"Okay!"

"It's such a coincidence, it's wonderful, and it's just right."

Wen Fonu stared at Jia Gui, who was in the lead. In his opinion, the only one who could set up such a "big situation" was Jia County Lord, who came from the Jia family.

"What a good young man from the Jia family, he almost played me in his hands."

Although he was "fooled", Wen Fu Nu, who had seen through the other party's "trick", gradually calmed down. He sat upright again, turning the Buddhist beads in his hand.

Wen Funu sat in the carriage, looking at the scene outside, and couldn't help but show a mocking expression on his face.

It seemed to him that all the people outside were acting, and even his entire journey was a long-planned drama.

And now, he only had one thought left.

"play."

"You guys continue acting."

"From now on, no matter how much you talk, I won't believe a word you say."

He held the Buddhist beads tightly.

But I have already made up my mind to expose the tricks played by these people.

There was a large crowd of people outside, all saluting, but after waiting for a long time, there was no response.

Just when everyone was getting anxious, the figure in the carriage came out and looked at them from a high place.

In particular, Jia Gui, the magistrate of Xihe County, received special attention from Wen Fonu.

"I am going to follow Master Lu up the mountain to worship the gods. You don't need to see me off. Go back and wait!"

With just one sentence, he sent away the people who were eagerly chasing after him.

It was already evening.

The witches in the Yunzhong Temple were extremely busy, and as the sky darkened, their actions became more and more hurried.

"Hurry up."

"It's getting dark, you better hurry up."

"Everything is ready."

A sturdy man in luxurious clothes walked in, and as soon as he entered, he looked at everything in the Yunzhong Temple with scrutinizing eyes.

Wen Fu Nu stood in the center, with the priest and the Yin-Yang Taoist priest beside him, and several guards standing behind him.

Wen Fonu lit a stick of incense in front of the ancestral tablet. He could not quite understand the words spoken by the priest with a mountain accent, but the priest could understand Wen Fonu's Mandarin, so the communication between the two became him speaking to the priest, who then answered in a mountain accent, and finally Taoist Lu conveyed the message.

A group of people ran by, holding a gourd high in their hands, and there was even a faint fragrance as they walked by.

When Wen Funu saw this, he quickly ordered someone to stop them.

Then he pointed at the gourd and asked.

"What is this?"

After the shaman on the side finished speaking, the Yin-Yang Taoist priest began to convey his message.

"This is the gourd of miasma ghosts. It will be used in the Cold Food Festival ceremony later."

Wen Fonu started laughing before Lu Yinyang finished speaking.

Being born into an extraordinary family and well-informed, he was naturally different from ordinary people and had long recognized what it was.

I asked deliberately just to wait for this moment to happen.

Wen Funu said jokingly with five parts of ridicule and five parts of anger.

"Are you saying that we should wait until the gates between the Yin and Yang worlds are opened wide, and then send these miasma ghosts into the netherworld?"

Then, still without waiting for the Yin-Yang Taoist to respond, he started to scold loudly with an extremely serious expression.

"You're playing tricks again."

"How dare you show off such a trick in front of me?"

"Isn't this the psychedelic smoke made in Bashu? Do you think I can't recognize it?"

"This thing was picked from a rare flower that originated from the Western Regions. It was brought down by the ghosts who migrated from the Western Regions plateau to Bashu. I have heard about it a long time ago."

"Later, you are not going to light this hallucinogenic smoke, and wait for me to be poisoned by the hallucination poison without knowing it, and then play tricks in front of me?"

Wen Funu looked as if to say, "Don't play tricks. I have already exposed all your plans."

After uttering a righteous voice, he held his head high and chest puffed out, and a brilliant light seemed to burst out from his small body.

Just wait.

The witch in front of him knelt down and begged for mercy.

At the same time, he asked the guards to hold on to the gourd, as it was physical evidence and irrefutable proof.

However, the guard snatched the gourd and found a bag next to it. After opening it, he found that it was full of seeds.

"They even have the seeds of this exotic flower from the Western Regions."

But he waited for nothing and only saw the stunned faces of the old Taoist and the shaman.

Wen Fu Nu: “Hmm?”

There is only one word, but with a long question mark.

It seems to be saying, there are witnesses and evidence, what else do you two have to say? Why don't you kneel down and beg for mercy and accept your punishment?
But then, the old Yin-Yang Taoist raised one hand and waved it repeatedly.

"No and no."

"Sima Wen really has a sharp eye. He can tell at a glance that this miasma gourd is a ghost thing."

"This thing is an evil thing used by the Five Ghosts to harm the people. The witch went to Jingu County two days ago to pacify the evil spirits of the Five Ghosts, and brought all these evil things back."

"This time, the shaman is preparing to offer it during the Cold Food Festival, asking the gods to exorcise the evil and purify it."

Wen Funu's heavy punch seemed to hit cotton. He suddenly felt a sense of suffocation in his chest. He opened his eyes wide and looked at the two of them in disbelief.

It seemed to be saying, "Can you make it all come true?"

Then, Wen Funu became a little angry.

Wen Fu Nu underestimated his opponent and never expected him to be so shameless.
This small Xihe County is a place with poor mountains and bad water, and there are many unruly people.

In front of him was the Jia family member who set up a trap to deceive him, and behind him was the Yin-Yang Taoist who kept telling lies one after another without batting an eyelid. The situation was far beyond his expectations.

But without any evidence, he could only endure it temporarily.

He turned the Buddhist beads in his hand and silently recited the Heart Sutra in his mind, reminding himself to concentrate and calm down, and wait for the other party to reveal a flaw again.

"That's great. This evil thing called the miasma gourd must be destroyed and must not be left in the world!"

With just one sentence, the situation changed.

The group then walked to the back, and after passing through the hall, they came to the back.

At this moment, it is getting dark.

Finally, Wen Fonu found an opportunity, asked the old Taoist priest to go aside, and started talking to the witch priest of the Yunzhong Temple alone.

"You know, the magistrate of Xihe County has already reported the auspicious sign of the divine spirit appearing in your Yunbi Mountain. I am here to verify this auspicious sign and then report it to Your Majesty."

"If you tell me the truth, I can still save some of your troubles. This matter was all done by the magistrate of Xihe County. It has nothing to do with you."

"However, if you also follow suit and deceive His Majesty by lying about the auspicious sign."

"You know what the consequences are."

Wen Fonu repeated the same trick and used the same method on the witch priest again, without even changing the tone of his words.

He just couldn't believe that the whole Xihe County was really united as one, and no one was afraid of death. They joined hands to create such a deceiving plan without any flaws.

pity.

Still doesn't work.

The priest looked at him with strange eyes, which were exactly the same as the way the old Taoist looked at him before.

The other party felt very strange, wondering why he would say such a thing, but in Wen Funu's opinion, he felt that the other party was looking at him as if he was a fool.

He immediately felt something was wrong.

Then the priest spoke in the tone of a mountain man.

"No and no."

"..."

Wen Funu didn't quite understand, but he could understand the two words "fei ye fei ye" even if the tone was distorted.

He also understood that this witch was just like the old Yin-Yang Taoist priest, who would go all the way and fight to the end.

At this time, the Yin-Yang Taoist priest also came back, talking as he walked.

"It's getting dark, and I still have some unfinished business."

"I had no choice but to ask the witch to borrow the Moon Shadow Glass Lamp. Fortunately, I didn't delay the Cold Food Festival..."

As soon as the old Taoist came back, he saw Sima Wen waving his sleeves.

"Humph!"

Sima Wen walked inside. The old Taoist priest and the priest witch looked at each other in bewilderment.

Wen Fu Nu was too lazy to say any more to these stinky stones in the toilet. Since they didn't want the chance, don't blame him for being ruthless next time.

And go through a door.

The first time Wen Funu entered, he was attracted by a lamp hanging inside.

The light was so conspicuous, especially as it grew darker and no other lights were lit in the shrine. The lantern hanging high in front of the altar curtain became even more magnificent.

A moon-like cold light shone from the lampshade. The lampshade slowly rotated, and the patterns on the crystal wall of the lampshade were projected onto the ground.

Wen Fu Nu stood at the door, dazzled by it.

“This light!”

(End of this chapter)