Meng Lin was overjoyed when she heard that. She felt like she had seen a way out of a bottomless abyss. She hurriedly asked about the details of the transmigration story in the novel. Yashuo told her a rough story. It was about a farmer who met an old man lying on the mountain road when he went up the mountain to cut firewood. His lips were dry and cracked, and he was panting weakly. The farmer knew that the old man had a heatstroke. He picked up the water bottle that he had brought with him and let the old man drink a few mouthfuls. The old man's face looked better after drinking the water. He said that he was dehydrated and couldn't walk anymore. The farmer felt that he had to be a good person to the end, so he offered to carry the old man home. The old man was very touched, and the farmer carried the old man all the way back to the mountains.
The old man's house was quite far from where he fainted. The farmer didn't know how long he had walked before he found the house. The old man's house was in the cave. There was a broken table with firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, and tea. Beside it was a bed. The mattress on the bed was patched up. The farmer sent the old man home. Just as he was about to leave, the old man said that he wanted to stay for a meal to thank him. Initially, the farmer did not want to stay. He felt that he still had the task of chopping wood. If he went to the market earlier, he could sell it for a good price. The old man took out a silver ingot from the purse on his waist and said,"Take this. First, you saved my life and carried me back. I delayed your time to earn money. Second, you help me cook a meal. I'm not feeling well today and I'm too lazy to move. Take this silver ingot as compensation for your hard work."
The farmer thought about it and accepted it, because he might not earn a silver ingot even if he cut wood for several years. Thinking about it, it was worth it. So he washed the vegetables, washed the rice, and cooked in the blink of an eye. The old man asked him to eat with him. During the meal, he talked about household matters with the farmer.
The farmer said that he made a living by chopping firewood all year round. There were old and young people in the family. His wife was virtuous and his children were sensible. He lived a quiet life. Although his life was poor, he did not go hungry. As he spoke, he thanked the old man. This silver ingot could be used for several years. When he returned, he would build a tile-roofed house from the straw shed that leaked rain.
The old man also said that he had no children. His wife had passed away a few years ago, and he had lived alone in the cave for many years. He had wanted to go to the market today, but who knew that the sun was too hot and he fainted on the way. Without the farmer, his old life would be difficult to protect, so he should give him a silver ingot. He also said that if there was anything he could not do in the future, he would come to him and help the farmer.
The farmer thought to himself," A lonely old man with no children and no one to rely on. How can you do what I can't?" The farmer didn't refute him. He felt that he should give him some face at his age. As they chatted, the sky darkened. The farmer said that the mountain road was difficult to walk and that he had to go back early before dark. The old man suddenly laughed. This cold laugh made the farmer's heart skip a beat. He asked the old man why he was laughing. The old man said you shouldn't go back. The farmer was surprised and asked why he didn't go back. He still had to take care of the old and young at home. The old man said that even if you go back now, you won't be able to find your home. Why don't you leave tomorrow morning? The farmer was even more puzzled. He felt that the old man was talking nonsense, so he ignored him. He packed his luggage, greeted him, and was about to go down the mountain.
When he walked out of the cave, the farmer vaguely heard the old man's voice coming from inside." If you can't find your home, remember to come back and look for me. The farmer didn't think too much about it. He followed the mountain path and quickened his pace down the mountain. When he arrived at the foot of the mountain, the farmer was dumbfounded. He could not see the end of the sea of Wang Yang. The village he had seen when he went up the mountain was nowhere to be seen. Thinking of this, he remembered what the old man had said. He looked back at the mountain he had just come down and went back the way he came.
The old man seemed to know that the farmer would definitely come back. He sat at the entrance of the cave and waited for him. From afar, he saw the farmer running over, panting. He knew everything. The farmer went forward and knelt down in front of the old man without saying a word.
The old man helped him up and asked him calmly if it was Wang Yang Dahai at the foot of the mountain. The farmer nodded. The old man asked him again if he found it strange, and the farmer nodded again. The old man said earnestly. You didn't believe me when I told you, but now you do. The situation at the foot of the mountain has returned to 1000 years ago. In other words, the place you usually live in 1000 years ago was a sea of Wang Yang. You have already transmigrated. The farmer asked. He often came to this mountain to cut firewood and had never encountered any transmigration. Why did he have to transmigrate this time? The old man said,"When I was chatting with you just now, I knew that you often enter the mountain from the east gate. It just so happens that today, the mountain cave is far from the east gate, so I guessed that you must go down the mountain from the north gate." Today happened to be the day that the fairy child went to the Heaven Realm. At the right time, the north gate became a space-time tunnel. When you went down the mountain, I stopped you because I estimated that you would go down the mountain through the north gate at that time. Secondly, it would be exactly at the right time. If you slept for a night and left tomorrow morning, it wouldn't be so coincidental.
The farmer was dumbfounded when he heard that. He cried and complained that he still had his family. If he did not go back, his family would be anxious to death. He asked the old man if there was any way to go back. The old man said unhurriedly," It's our fate. I see that you're a good and honest person. I'll tell you the way to break it."”The farmer quickly wiped his tears and listened attentively. The old man said that the fairy child would go to the Heaven Realm once a year. On the first day of September every year, at the time of Youshi, you would enter the space-time tunnel as long as you passed through the north gate. You entered the north gate at that time just now, so the foot of the mountain returned to a thousand years ago. When you go out from the north gate on the first day of September next year, you would break the space-time tunnel and see your family.
The farmer was overjoyed. He felt that no matter whether he could be trusted or not, there was no other way out at the moment. He could only serve the old man on the mountain for a year. He had been suffering for the past year. He didn't know how his family was doing. The old man always comforted him and said that his family was doing well. Although they were anxious because they couldn't find a farmer, their son and wife went up the mountain to cut firewood. Their lives were quite ordinary. Although the farmer did not know where the old man got the news, he felt that the old man was being mysterious and did not ask any more questions.
Soon, it was the first day of the ninth month a year later. On this day, the farmer had been looking forward to it from morning to evening. When he was about to go down the mountain, he kowtowed again. The old man said,"I'll send you off." The farmer was afraid that there would be any more trouble down the mountain, so he agreed. He felt at ease with having someone who understood. When the two of them walked to the north gate at the foot of the mountain, the old man looked at the sun in the west and said to wait a little longer. He was too anxious to go home today, so he was still short of time. After a while, the old man looked at the setting sun again. The mountain peak had almost covered half of it. At this time, he looked at the north gate. At some point, the door frame was enveloped by a circle of golden light, but the farmer did not seem to see this layer of golden light. The old man told the farmer to go home. As he spoke, he took out a cloth bag. The farmer took it and took out more than ten silver ingots. For a moment, he did not know what to do. The old man said that he wouldn't be able to use the silver in the future. These dozens of silver ingots were enough for the farmer to eat for several lifetimes. After knowing each other, the farmer took good care of his old bones. It could be considered as a souvenir. The farmer said that he didn't want it no matter what. He even said that the silver ingot he gave last year was still in his pocket and that he couldn't take it anymore. The old man couldn't do physical labor and couldn't take away all his retirement money. The old man was anxious. He said,"Hurry up and leave. If you wait another year until the sun sets, your wife and children will die of anxiety!" This money was also donated to me by people who came up the mountain over the years. I went down the mountain to exchange it for silver dollars. I really won't be able to use it in the future. When the farmer heard that he wouldn't be able to use it in the future, he became anxious. He said," Don't take things too hard. If you're lonely, why don't you go down the mountain and I'll take care of you when you're old? My father died early, and my mother is also lonely." While the farmer was talking, he saw that the golden light enveloping the door frame was getting weaker and weaker. The old man was furious. He said,"Why are you so slow, farmer?" Then, without saying anything, he found the strength from somewhere and kicked the farmer out of the north gate. The farmer rolled to the door frame. The old man saw that there was only a trace of golden light left. As soon as the farmer rolled out, the trace of golden light disappeared.
The farmer was caught off guard and was kicked. He wondered why the old man was so strong. Why didn't he know about this before? Then, he rolled out of the north gate. He got up, ignoring the dirt all over his body, and turned around to thank the old man. However, there was no old man at the north gate. A white-haired old fox stared at him and turned to leave.
The farmer was still wondering why a fox had appeared when the old man was gone. He looked down the mountain and saw a familiar scene. It was the village at the foot of the mountain when he went up the mountain to cut firewood a year ago. The farmer was very happy and did not think much about it. He followed the familiar road down the mountain.
The farmer soon found his home. When his family saw him return, they cried tears of joy. The farmer took out silver coins and told them about his experience in the past year. His wife said that she had long heard that there was a fox deity in this ancient mountain. She did not expect that there was really one. That old man was a white-haired fox. You saved him and he repaid you. Presumably, these silver coins were also the incense money that people usually gave when they went up the mountain to worship the fox deity. The fox deity transformed into a human and went down the mountain to exchange for silver coins. Otherwise, why would the old man say that he would not need them in the future? He was planning to send you away and return to his original form and enter the mountains. The farmer also thought that it was possible, so he set a rule for his family. In the future, they could not hunt animals, especially foxes. If they saw an injured fox, they had to save its life. After that, they took out two silver dollars to build three big tile-roofed houses. The couple started a small business and became richer and richer from then on.
Ya Shuo told the story as he ate. He was almost done with his meal. Although it was a fantasy story, everyone listened with great interest, especially Meng Lin. She caught a hint of information. On the first day of the ninth month, at the right time, at the northern gate of the ancient mountain. Regardless of whether the story was true or not, he could not contact Wen Hui on his phone, and the book he wanted to read was also a defective product. The only chance of survival was to find the ancient mountain in the story. If this mountain really existed, then there was hope for him to return to the 21st century. "Where is Chuangu Mountain?" Meng Lin asked Ya Shuo immediately.”
"No, I didn't see that."”
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