Chapter 805: More and More Unfathomable

For Wang Xingfu, seeing the abbot of Gaochang Temple open the door was like seeing hope.

Perhaps it was the pain of kneeling for a long time, or perhaps it was more because of excitement. Wang Xingfu held back his tears and pleaded again with a slightly trembling voice.

"Master Jin Guang, Wang is willing to donate 10,000 taels of silver and is willing to renovate the temple. Please save my son and my Wang family."

"Donor, please stand up and speak! I promise you to go to Pingzhou to have a look!"

When the old monk said this, Wang Xingfu and the servants around him became excited.

"Thank you, Master, thank you, Master."

Several people knelt for too long and could not stand up for a while. A monk came over and helped them stand up-

The morning sun illuminated Pingzhou City, and many ferries on the Zhuoyang River began to ferry people, and Yi Shuyuan also carried things on a shoulder pole into the urban area of ​​Pingzhou.

Even though the chief examiner of the Imperial Examination Hall was still temporarily staying in the Pingzhou government office because of his broken bones, the imperial examination was over after all, and the Imperial Examination Hall had temporarily returned to quiet.

But even so, the area near the Imperial Academy is still the place with the strongest literary and artistic atmosphere in the entire Pingzhou City. Not limited to ordinary stationery, all kinds of items related to music, chess, calligraphy and painting can definitely be easily found here.

Yi Shuyuan came early. The doors of various shops on the street were either not open or just opened, and his bookstall had been set up in the old position, with books spread out one by one.

"Meow~~"

Hui Mian lay lazily on the ground, without any intention of helping. What can I do as a cat?

The interesting point is that perhaps there may be some exceptions among the students of the academy, but most of the scholars generally get up late. It may be more common to stay up late to study, which coincides with the impression of ordinary "scholars" in Yi Shuyuan's previous life.

Of course, Yi Shuyuan set up a bookstall here not to make money. There may be many scholars who come to his bookstore to browse books, but not many people actually buy them. However, even so, Hui Mian still said that it is more profitable than telling stories, and it is also because the books in the bookstall are indeed not cheap.

However, the situation has improved recently. As soon as Yi Shuyuan set up his stall, several early-rising scholars came over.

Yi Shuyuan didn't need to call them, because this stall owner never solicited customers like other vendors.

Several scholars seemed to be looking for something and soon saw what Yi Shuyuan had just put out.

"That's it!"

Someone shouted in surprise, and the others also looked happy, and then looked at Yi Shuyuan.

"Sir, this is a handwritten copy, what's the price?"

Many scholars who still come to the bookstall often now have figured out a way. The one who opened this bookstall is not an ordinary vendor who makes a living. You need to maintain respect when communicating with him, otherwise he will not bother to pay attention to you.

Yi Shuyuan glanced and nodded, and the price was set by Zheng Yiming himself.

"Two taels of silver!"

Hearing the gentleman at the stall say this, several scholars immediately showed joy on their faces. The one who just asked the question hurriedly took out a purse from his arms and poured out all the silver coins in it.

The money was collected by several people two days ago. It was indeed two taels. After pouring out the silver, he handed it to the gentleman behind the stall.

Yi Shuyuan reached out to take it, and did not use the small scale that ordinary shops and vendors would prepare to weigh it. He just nodded and put the silver into the box behind the stall.

"Take it."

"Yes!" "Thank you, sir!"

"Thank you, sir!"

Several scholars bowed to Yi Shuyuan with the book in their hands, and then left happily. On the road, they couldn't wait to start passing it around.

The handwriting of this manuscript is neat and clear, and it has its own charm. There may be fewer pictures in the content, but the text is not less than the original, and the price is much cheaper.

However, Zheng Yiming's copying of books is slow and meticulous. The time when the stall can have a handwritten copy is uncertain, and many times you need to wait and take your chances.

This book stall has even become a little secret among some scholars, including how to communicate with the stall owner, and the handwritten copies that occasionally appear in the book stall, etc., which will not be easily told to others unless they are really very good friends.

After the first group of people left, two more scholars came together. They first bowed to Yi Shuyuan who was drinking tea over there, and after seeing him nod, they searched the bookstall for a while, but they did not find the manuscript.

Yi Shuyuan did not say that someone had got there first, but just drank tea while reading a book. The scholar in front of the stall also flipped through the books on the stall for a while and then said goodbye and left.

In fact, Yi Shuyuan never said that it was not allowed to stay in front of the stall and read books all the time, but those scholars seemed to think that he, the stall owner, would not allow them to do so. They always flipped through the books for a while and then said goodbye and left, never reading more.

Later, Yi Shuyuan understood, because other stationery stores and bookstores in the city were like this, never allowing people to flip through too much. You can read a few pages, but if you want to read more, you have to pay to buy it.

At Yi Shuyuan's place, these scholars were afraid to offend the stall owner, so they didn't dare to go too far. Occasionally, many scholars would pool their money together and spend a huge amount of money to buy the rare books in their hearts. Well, in Pingzhou, Guiguo, it's not wrong to say that it's a rare book.

When there were more people on the street, Yi Shuyuan's stall was mostly in a relatively deserted state.

At the street corner a little further away, the servant of the Wang family brought Wu Sunheng here. The former stretched his neck and stood on tiptoe to look for a while, and then pointed to a direction a little further away.

"Master Wu, look, it's over there"

"Okay, you can go back!"

"Yes, then I'll go first!"

When the servants of the Wang family heard what the Master said, they hurried away without waiting for a response.

Wu Sunheng looked at the bookstall in the distance, then looked to his side.

"Master, look"

The sword cultivator raised his hand.

"Don't move, I'll go over and see for myself!"

As soon as the words fell, Jian Xiu had already walked into the street and strode towards the bookstall. The blindness was dispelled unknowingly, just like a normal person walking on the street.

Yi Shuyuan was still sitting behind the bookstall reading a book, only glancing at the street with the corner of his eyes.

"Oh, this has somehow disturbed me."

Yi Shuyuan murmured, and Hui Mian seemed to have noticed it. He opened his eyes and looked at the street. When he realized it was the sword fairy last night, he subconsciously ran away.

But before his body moved, Hui Mian reacted immediately.

Damn it, why should I run? If he ran away, wouldn't it mean that I was afraid of him? I won last night! And it’s right next to my husband, am I afraid of him?

Besides, he has already come here, and leaving is just a fool to himself!

Yi Shuyuan glanced at Hui Mian again. The cat that was just about to move fell down again and turned into a cat. This guy's competitiveness became a little bit stronger.

The sword cultivator had already walked close to the bookstall. When he actually arrived in front of the bookstall, the pupils in his eyes could not help but dilate slightly.

At the feet of the bookstall owner who was reading a book, a black and white cat was lying there.

There was no demonic aura at all, and it looked like an ordinary cat. Even the swordsman walked to the stall without noticing its aura.

But with just one glance, Jian Xiu understood in his heart that the monster lying there was definitely the monster from last night!

What a monster!

This is not to say that he smelled evil spirit or something, but an intuition he had in his heart after yesterday's fight.

To be honest, being stared at by the sword cultivator felt like being pointed at close range by an unsheathed sword. Hui Mian couldn't pretend to be okay anymore, so he opened his eyes and glanced at the other person.

"Meow~"

Well, the cassock that was damaged last night seems to be intact. I don’t know if it was replaced with another one, but the color is almost the same.

Hui Mian thought so, the cat raised its head and looked directly at the other person.

The general is defeated!

Neither side knows what the other is thinking, and they will be on guard, but they obviously won't take action right away.

Without relaxing, Jian Xiu also looked at the stall owner of the bookstall. He was dressed in simple clothes and well-groomed. His clear beard swaying slightly in the wind and the occasional turning of pages could not destroy the peaceful and leisurely feeling.

This is a mortal Confucian scholar, but he is obviously not an ordinary Confucian scholar. He must have a great education.

The sword cultivator had doubted whether the stall owner was evil, but the bookish and humanistic aura in him denied this.

Even if demons and ghosts can change, except for the transformation of the original body and the transformation, they are all illusions. Sometimes they are the simplest breath characteristics of the human body. They can never imitate them, at least there must be flaws and they cannot be natural.

"Stall owner, does this cat belong to you?"

Yi Shuyuan glanced at Hui Mian and smiled.

"That's right, but it looks for food on its own. In fact, it's not really raised by me. It should be said that it keeps it company as a friend!"

"Meow~~~"

The cat meowed and rubbed its head against Yi Shuyuan's calf.

Compared to sword cultivator, Hui Mian is obviously more relaxed. Do you dare to touch me in front of my husband?

Jian Xiu sneered in his heart, if you see the things it eats, it will scare you to death!

"Where is the stall owner from? How long have you been in Pingzhou? Isn't it easy to choose so many books to sell?"

Yi Shuyuan put down the book in his hand.

"I came from the north, probably from Pingzhou before Qiu Wei. As for this stall, selling books is secondary. Walking around and writing down what I see and hear is my hobby."

“It’s quite elegant”

Jian Xiu made a detour and looked at the black and white cat again.

"Walking around and looking around, it is inevitable that you will pass through the wilderness, mountains, forests and valleys, and you may even meet a charming and beautiful concubine to throw yourself into your arms. However, you are afraid that evil spirits will take advantage of the loopholes. However, the heaven and earth are all in their own place. If evil spirits cross the boundary, they may be able to gain for a while. You try, but you can’t hide it forever!”

Are you talking about me?

The cat who was lying down stood up and faced the sword cultivator head-on. One looked down, and the other raised his head, as if there was an invisible sharp aura intertwined with each other.

"Ding~"

A crisp sound came from afar, which also attracted the sword cultivator's attention. This sound actually came from a very far away place, so far away that it was still on the edge of Pingzhou City, but it was clearly transmitted here.

This is the sound of the Buddhist Yinpan striking.

Jianxiu's face was thoughtful, and then he looked at the bookstall again. The stall owner had picked up the book again and started reading, obviously not hearing the voice.

However, Jian Xiu was immediately shocked. The cat just now disappeared! And he didn't even notice it!

"Stall owner, where is your cat?"

Yi Shuyuan looked down and seemed to have just realized that the cat was missing. He was slightly surprised, and then smiled again.

"It often runs out to play, maybe to watch something exciting."

Jian Xiu nodded, then turned and left. He was obviously not interested in the books on the stall, but his heart felt a little heavy.

Although if the monster attacks the sword cultivator or shows murderous intent and demonic aura, he will definitely be able to sense it immediately, but it really shouldn't be allowed to escape silently. This beast's behavior is becoming more and more unfathomable!