Inheriting a Taoist temple, the story begins with Wu Zetian offering incense.

Chapter 30 Young Li Bai? [Seeking Monthly Tickets]

After leaving Yunwu Town, Zhou Yi drove five or six kilometers along the secondary provincial highway towards the county seat. When a large area of ​​reeds and green plants appeared on the right side of the road, Huangniwa was reached.

There were many electric bikes and motorcycles parked on the roadside, some with fishing bags strapped to them, clearly the rides of anglers.

Zhou Yi parked his motorcycle, took off his helmet, put on a Zhuangzi scarf, and then took out the compass passed down from his grandfather from his cloth bag. He followed the path trodden by the fishermen and entered Huangniwa.

This wetland, lush with aquatic plants, doesn't look like much from the outside, but inside it resembles a huge construction site.

The original flat land was artificially piled up into mounds, and the main channel of the flood discharge channel was also divided into several tributaries of varying sizes, which flowed evenly in the muddy depression.

Zhou Yi studied it for a while before realizing that this was probably to enhance the scenic beauty of the wetland park and create a picturesque scene of small bridges and flowing water.

Unfortunately, this measure has significantly reduced the flood discharge capacity of the flood discharge channel.

Arriving at a newly piled mound, Zhou Yi used the water-observation method his grandfather had taught him to examine the feng shui of the surrounding area.

Just as I went up, a fisherman not far away waved and said:
"Hey Taoist priest, you want to go fishing, right? There are some fishing spots to the south. Don't scatter bait around here. I just did, and if you scatter any more, it'll be too much and the bait will get stuck at the bottom."

Zhou Yi waved his hand:

"I'm here to take pictures, not to fish."

Upon hearing that he wasn't a fellow angler, the fisherman visibly relaxed.

For him, it's not scary to bump into other anglers; what's embarrassing is going home empty-handed... If you go home empty-handed while sniping at the middle of the fishing spot, you'll be ashamed for days. So he hopes that the anglers who come will go to other fishing spots.

As for whether it will embarrass other anglers, that's none of his business. Better to sacrifice a friend than himself!

After looking around, Zhou Yi discovered that the northwest corner was actually a place where yin energy gathered.

Even if there's nothing dirty in the water, fishing in that spot for a long time can lead to all sorts of accidents.

If a perfectly good waterway is transformed into a winding, meandering channel, the yin energy that gathers there cannot dissipate. Over time, this will breed evil spirits and cause great harm to people.

Having determined the location, Zhou Yi strode towards the northwest corner.

The fisherman at the foot of the hill shouted at him:
"Let me know if you find a good fishing spot. This spot hasn't attracted any fish yet, so I'm thinking of finding another place and coming back to fish tomorrow."

"You didn't catch any fish, did you..." Zhou Yi said to him.
"Okay, I'll call you when I find a good fishing spot."

Upon arriving at the northwest corner, there was indeed a newly dug ditch, with some reeds still growing on both banks. The leaves were a dark green, lush and verdant.

Along the reeds, there were several passageways cleared by anglers. Zhou Yi went through them one by one and found Zhao Wei's fishing spot by looking through the red Nanjing cigarette butts lying on the ground.

He tried it with a compass, and found that the surrounding area was filled with yin energy, but there was no movement in the water.

But this doesn't mean the water is clean and free of dirt.

A compass cannot detect underwater conditions, and jumping directly into the water is too dangerous and unnecessary.

To find out if there's anything dirty underwater, my grandfather once taught me a little trick from the I Ching.

There was once a client who was afflicted by a water-related evil spirit. The evil spirit was hidden underwater. My grandfather used the client's personal belongings to make a clay figure and threw it into the water, drawing out the evil spirit and breaking it in one fell swoop.

Now, faced with this situation again, Zhou Yi dug up a lump of yellow mud by the water, wrapped a red Nanjing cigarette butt from the ground inside it, and planned to throw it into the water to try it out.

Of course, this clay figure isn't just made randomly. It not only has to be made from the owner's personal belongings, but also has to have a talisman added inside, so that it can deceive the unclean things underwater.

"We should have pulled out a few hairs from Zhao Wei's head before we came..."

As Zhou Yi sculpted the clay figure, he reflected on his inadequate preparation. Although a cigarette butt moistened with saliva would work, it was not as effective as hair.

The clay figure was sculpted and looked rather ugly, but in the eyes of the spirits, it was full of Zhao Wei's aura.

The filth at the bottom of the water has been watching Zhao Wei for so long, and it's bound to become more active once it suddenly notices him jumping into the water.

Zhou Yi tossed the clay figure into the water and squatted by the water's edge, waiting quietly.

Soon, the color of the water bottom gradually darkened, and the water temperature seemed to drop a bit. Zhou Yi, squatting in the reeds, actually felt a little cold.

It's obvious that something dirty in the water has come out.

It's hard to guess what this filthy thing is; it could be a vengeful spirit, malevolent energy, evil spirit, or malice... all of these seem possible.

Zhou Yi doesn't care about this; he just wants to get rid of this scourge as soon as possible.

Having confirmed the presence of filth in the water, he didn't linger. He emerged from the reeds and reached a nearby hill, silently reciting the incantation for a lightning strike. Soon, dark clouds gathered from all directions.

The fishermen nearby quickly packed up and left, afraid of getting wet.

After reciting the incantation, the sky had become overcast. Zhou Yi did not strike the water immediately, but waited a while until all the fishermen had left. Then he pointed his fingers into a sword shape and pointed it at the water in the reeds.

"Click——"

A bolt of lightning struck down from the depths of the dark clouds, hitting the water's surface directly. Zhou Yi seemed to hear a shrill scream coming from the water.

Just as he was about to check if the filth at the bottom of the water had been completely eliminated, the reeds next to him suddenly burst into flames.

Lightning is extremely yang and can overcome all evil spirits. This reed patch is a place where yin energy gathers in Huangniwa. The leaves are covered with a lot of yin energy. When lightning strikes, the reeds are also ignited.

The fire was quite large, and Zhou Yi couldn't get close, so he had to give up his plan to investigate.

He walked around Huangniwa and found that no one was injured or frightened, so he felt relieved and rode his motorcycle back to Yunwu Mountain.

The filth at the bottom of the water may not have been completely eradicated, but being struck by lightning like that will definitely severely damage its vitality. It won't be able to recover its strength for at least three to five years.

However, Zhou Yi would not give it a chance to recover its strength. He planned to resolve this issue completely when Wu Meiniang came next time, to prevent future troubles.

Back in Yunwu Town, Zhou Yi was too lazy to come down again, so he simply bought some food and went up the mountain.

Along the newly built mountain road, he saw Zhao Wei driving an excavator to repair the road. The entire mountain road had been built into a two-lane road, and the collapsed roadbed had all been filled in.

But what pleased Zhou Yi the most was that the deathly aura on Zhao Wei's face had disappeared.

What was originally a sign of an untimely death has transformed into a sign of a blessed life.

Upon seeing Zhou Yi, Zhao Wei quickly stopped and asked:

"Xiao Yi, is the mountain road repaired properly? If there's anything that needs to be changed, just let me know."

“Very good, just follow this.”

Zhao Wei gave an OK sign, lit a cigarette, and continued working.

Looking at the excavator's huge bucket, Zhou Yi thought that once the road was repaired, he could ask Zhao Wei to help move some bricks in the Hunyuan Palace courtyard... Bricks that a person couldn't move, the excavator should be able to handle, right?
The mountain road was very long and couldn't be repaired today, so Zhou Yi told Zhao Wei to be careful and then rode his motorcycle up the mountain.

He didn't mention money because road construction was a virtuous act and a key to changing Zhao Wei's fate; he couldn't offer payment, otherwise it would become a transaction.

Upon arriving at the mountain, Zhou Yi drove his motorcycle into the courtyard, unscrewed his water bottle, and drank a few sips of cool boiled water.

I just spent half a day trudging through the muddy puddles, and then I used the lightning strike technique, so I'm a little exhausted.

He was just about to sit down and rest when he noticed that the kitchen door, which should have been closed, was actually open.

"Huh? Could it be another leftover food thief?"

Zhou Yi did not set off immediately, but instead opened the black notebook with great experience and carefully flipped through it.

Finally, on the page towards the middle, I saw some text appear.

He silently recited a calming mantra, carefully examined the paper, and came across the information on the new person:
[Pilgrimage Visitor's Name: Li Bai]

[Time of Appearance: Early summer of the year Yi Si]

[Timeline: Year 2 of the Xiantian Era (713 AD)]

[Household Registration Exchange Progress: 0/365]

Merit: None

The information was simple, but Zhou Yi's heart was far from at peace... My God, the new pilgrim was actually Li Bai!
He quickly checked the records and found that Li Bai was born in 701. In the second year of the Xiantian era, which is 713 AD, he was only twelve years old, or thirteen years old by the traditional Chinese age reckoning.

Li Bai at the age of twelve or thirteen was much more interesting than the drunkard he was when he was drinking heavily all day!

After checking the ages, Zhou Yi suddenly remembered that the Pomegranate Fairy Gongsun Da Niang of Hunyuan Palace also came from the second year of the Xiantian era of the Tang Dynasty. Could these two be from the same time and space?
Closing his notebook, Zhou Yi decided to go and meet... the young Li Bai who might be stealing food from the kitchen!

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The Poet Immortal has arrived, so asking for a monthly vote isn't too much to ask, is it?
(End of this chapter)