Chapter 171 Carving a boat and seeking a sword

Gurgling water, surrounded by greenery.

The boat had been sailing for an unknown amount of time when the old man suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs: "Everyone, please sit still, there are no ghosts in front of you."

Mo Chuan looked up after hearing the sound.

The river is still flowing fast, and there are no people on either side of the river lined with trees.

Not too far further, circles of tiny whirlpools appeared on the river, and further on, you could still see raised rocks.

The old boatman put great effort into setting up a long pole, stabbing or supporting it.

Most of the passengers remained silent and clung to the edge of the boat.

For a moment, the whole ship was silent.

It has to be said that this old boatman is really very capable. Even though the water was in a hurry, the dilapidated ferry was as steady as a turtle under his hands.

When he saw that the water was gradually calming down, the Sanjing Sword in Mo Chuan's arms suddenly trembled slightly.

Mo Chuan was stunned.

When I turned sideways and looked into the water, I saw a huge dark spot following the boat, like a shadow cast by a ferry.

"Wow!"

Suddenly, there were dark waves in the calm water, and the ferry, which was passing by without even a jolt, suddenly began to jolt violently.

"Don't panic! It's just an undercurrent!"

The old boatman's face changed slightly, and he subconsciously comforted the passengers. He held the pole with both hands and stared at the water with his eyes, searching for water patterns.

Although there is a saying that "ten masters have ten thousand methods" for the way of boating, the way of water scripture is the way of nature and remains unchanged from time immemorial.

Once you have mastered the water meridian, you can easily resolve any complex water situation like a cook trying to resolve a cow.

The ferry was bumpy and uncomfortable, and Mo Chuan, who was feeling a little heavy at first, breathed a sigh of relief for no reason.

——It turns out that there really is a water demon in the Chengye River.

With an expressionless expression, he grabbed the scabbard of the Sanjing Sword, hung it on the side of the boat, tilted the scabbard, and let the Sanjing Sword slide silently into the river.

"Wow--"

The river suddenly became violent.

There seems to be an evil spirit under the water, rolling up the undercurrent and trying to capsize the ferry.

Mo Chuan remained calm, controlling his energy and supporting the boat.

Although the ship was still bumpy, it was much calmer.

The old boatman, who was working hard to hold the pole, suddenly stopped, his face full of surprise and uncertainty.

After a long time, the turbulent water gradually calmed down.

"Shipman, has this sailed past?"

A passenger asked with a surprised look on his face.

"Passed by."

The old boatman responded casually.

Before the passengers could breathe a sigh of relief, Mo Chuan, who was sitting on the bow of the boat, suddenly shouted:

"Hey, hey, old man, wait, wait, wait!"

"What's wrong, Taoist Master?" the old boatman asked quickly.

"Pindao's sword has fallen. It's on the bow of the ship. Wait for me to fish it out!"

Mo Chuan said, already leaning forward and reaching out to fish it out into the water.

The passengers on the boat suddenly looked at each other with strange expressions.

"Master Tao, the ferry was moving very fast just now. I'm afraid your sword has fallen behind!" the old man quickly reminded.

"Pfft!"

Looking at the businessman who was full of ink, he even laughed out loud without concealing it: "I've heard for a long time about carving a boat and asking for a sword. I thought it was a literary arrangement, but I never thought..."

The words stopped abruptly before he finished speaking.

The businessman's eyes widened in astonishment and he was dumbfounded.

But Mo Chuan, who was lying on the bow of the boat, turned around, and suddenly there was a Tangxi sword radiating cold light in his hand.

"Okay, old man."

Mo Chuan breathed a long sigh of relief.

His Three Scenery Swords were thrown into the water, and using the buoyancy of the water, they came and went freely, as if they were riding the wind.

Unexpectedly, when he came back, his energy was exhausted and he could not get out of the water.

He has the heart to guide him, but he is not good at the water method.

It can be described as a hundred secrets and a sparseness!

If the old boatman didn't stop for a moment, he might have to "climb the waves to send swords".

"Oh, the Taoist priest is so powerful!"

The old boatman was well-informed, seemed to realize something, and praised him repeatedly.

"Hey, it's so praise-worthy!"

Mo Chuan waved his hand, sheathed his sword, and asked: "Old man, may I ask if there is any Dragon King Temple in Chengye River?"

The old boatman said: "[Wangyehui] actually built a Dragon King Temple in Fengchao City. The Taoist asked what it was for?"

Mo Chuan said: "On weekdays, I see the Ya people doing business and worshiping various gods. So when I saw the undercurrent on the river, I suddenly thought of asking."

The old boatman: "That's right! Speaking of which, when you make a living on the Chengye River, there are many gods to worship. In addition to the Prince's Association, there are also the Bodhisattva Association, the God of Wealth, the River Shrine, and the Qiao Sheng Immortal Master Hall..."

"Qiao Sheng Immortal Master Hall?"

When Mo Chuan heard this, his eyes showed surprise.

What is Qiaoshengxianshitang?

It is Gongshuzi, Lu Ban.

It turns out that a large number of ship transportation service industries have naturally sprung up on both sides of the Chengye River.

Among them were shipbuilders.

The person he believes in and worships is none other than his ancestor, Gongshuzi.

This belief even spread to ships.

Anyway, it's just a matter of placing an extra clay statue and burning three more pillars to offer incense, so worshiping can never go wrong.

After the old boatman introduced us, the ferry took another hour and finally arrived at Kemao City.

"Come on, keep going—"

When the ferry docked and the passengers filed off, the old boatman quietly called out to Mo Chuan amidst the shouts: "Young man, I don't know the true face of the Immortal. Please be kind to the Immortal. I don't dare to accept the boat fare." "

With that said, he took out thirty copper coins and handed them over.

"Old man, what does this mean? How can a poor man take a boat without paying the boat fare? Isn't this a poor poor man?"

"Don't dare! It's just a small offering of incense and fire money. Please accept it from the real immortal."

Mo Chuan looked at the frightened old boatman, then reached out to take the copper coins, and handed over a porcelain bottle and said: "There is heavy moisture in the water, this elixir can be good for the body, and it is a blessing from the Three Pure Ones. Don't refuse it."

After saying that, without waiting for the old man to say anything more, he put the porcelain bottle into his hand and turned around to leave.

I thought to myself, this old boatman is quite discerning!

…

At this time, the old boatman looked at Mo Chuan's retreating figure, then looked at the pill in his hand, with a tangled look on his face.

He really didn't dare to take this elixir.

The older you are in the world, the less courage you have.

Many people think that the most fearful thing when sailing on water is eddies and reefs. However, they do not know that bandit officials are the real tigers on the water.

God knows, did this Taoist priest deliberately "show his holiness" and deceive him?

After thinking about it, he walked around the ferry to see if anyone had carved a code and tied it with a red rope.

After finding nothing, I breathed a sigh of relief.

I thought maybe I was worrying too much.

He uncorked the bottle again, looked at the dark meatball inside, and after a gentle sniff, he could smell a sweet smell.

After thinking about it, he decided to stuff the elixir in the secret compartment of the ferry to prevent his grandson from playing on the boat one day and eating it as a candy pill.
To be continued...