At the south gate of Chengdu, there is a stream swirling under the city wall, the curve is long and beautiful, such as a chain, like a jade jue, like a jade belt, than a hook, lingering and swirling, the color is like glass.

In fact, the stream here is also Huanhua stream.

However, to continue to move forward, more than ten miles after Qingyang Palace, it is the papermaking center of the entire Jiannan Road and even the entire Great Zhou Dynasty - Huanhua Town.

Cui Geng, Su Wei and others traveled all the way, but when they saw the green bamboo and cypress being lush, the hemp bamboo covering the verdant dripping, and the water and trees were quiet and gorgeous, they couldn't help but feel refreshed and relaxed.

Song Genhai was slightly strange, and said, "Su Xiangye, don't you say that the Shu people use Huanhua stream water to make paper?" Why did we all go all over Huanhua Creek, but we only saw one by one big stone mills, but we didn't see a single figure? Could it be that this place is already dilapidated! People have gone elsewhere to make paper? ”

Su Wei was also a little strange, and shook his head slightly: "Impossible." The water quality of Huanhua River is special, and if you change places, it will never be possible to create Chengdu paper that is "slippery as spring ice and dense as a cocoon". As for why there are no people near Huanhua Creek...... The old man doesn't know very well, let's go to Huanhua Town and ask for clarification. ”

As they spoke, everyone had already arrived in front of Huanhua Town.

The residents of this town are all related to the many paper-making workshops in Huanhuaxi, and it stands to reason that most of them are well-off, even if they are not rich and abnormal.

However, when Cui Geng and the others entered the town, they saw that the people's clothes and accessories were very ordinary, and even some people had dishes on their faces, so they couldn't help but secretly wonder.

What makes them even more puzzled is that this is not a festival, and every household in Huanhua Town is lit up in front of their doors.

"This little brother, borrow a few words, borrow a few words." As soon as Cui Geng made his eyes, Song Genhai smiled all over his face and grabbed a young man passing by.

The young man was slightly stunned and said, "I don't look like a local, what do you want to ask?"

Song Genhai said: "That's the case, we are merchants from other places, and we came to buy Chengdu paper." I want to ask, is there any special custom for every household in Huanhua Town today? ”

"Oh, from out of town, I don't know what we're going to do today...... Huanhua Town." The young man's eyes flickered, and he said thoughtfully: "You guys are here, we have a big bustle in Huanhua Town today." Even if you come with me, when you leave here, you can spread the word about this matter for us in Huanhua Town. ”

"But I don't know what kind of excitement it is?"

"God Swap Ceremony!"

The Ceremony of God Change? What kind of strange custom is this? Cui Geng and the others followed the young man forward with great interest, and after a while, they had already arrived at the center of the town.

This is a large courtyard with three entrances, and the plaque in the middle of the gate has two big characters written on it: "Shrine".

At this time, two or three hundred people from Huanhua Town had gathered in the shrine, and the courtyard was crowded.

The young man shouted, "Everyone, give way, let go!" These are merchants from other places, who came to watch our god change ceremony, righteous and cloudy, it is really rare, we have to let people see it clearly! ”

What is the purpose of watching the ceremony? Righteousness is thin and cloudy? Why is this young man's words so awkward? Is this worth it?

When Cui Geng and others were suspicious, the people had already taken the initiative to give way to it. They had no choice but to march forward to a large hall and stand still in the midst of the crowd.

Raise your eyes to look, but see that there is a statue of a god in the middle of the hall facing south and backing north, dressed in red and green, slightly chubby, kind eyebrows and kind eyes, amiable appearance, and ...... How familiar it looks, as if I've seen it somewhere.

Cui Geng looked at the young man next to him and said, "What kind of god is enshrined in your shrine?"

"The god of raccoons."

Su Wei frowned slightly and asked, "Huanhua God?" Root...... The old man heard that there was a monk who washed the monk's clothes in the stream, and every time the monk's clothes shake, a lotus flower appeared, and the lotus flower filled the stream in an instant, which is the origin of the Huanhua River. Even if you worship the god of Huanhua in Huanhua Town, you have to worship a high monk, how can you be a middle-aged layman? ”

The young man said meaningfully, "What? Old man, do you think our raccoon flower statue is not suitable, don't worry, let's change it immediately. ”

"Change? What kind of change to? Is it to change to a high monk? ”

Su Wei had to ask again, but the young man began to talk about him left and right.

After a while, with the sound of a gong, an old man in his sixties walked up to the statue and said loudly: "Fellow villagers: Thirty years ago, our Huanhua Town was first established, and in order to thank this great god for his kindness, this shrine was specially erected. But I never expected that this person would ...... Oh, no, God, it will change! Over the years, this god has committed murder, making our originally rich Huanhua Town wither, and the people are miserable! Everyone said, what should I do? ”

"Tear it down! Ruined it! ”

"Burn it, this old thing will make us miserable!"

"The small thing is not a thing, and this old immortal is probably not a thing. It's just that he sold his reputation and disguised it well, this old guy is not worthy of being a god! ”

"this old guy's grandmother!"

……

……

The people responded one after another, and at first they were just ordinary derogatories of the old gods, but later they even scolded their own grandmothers and grandmothers.

Seeing this, Cui Geng couldn't help but think in his heart, no, this immortal is just a spiritual sustenance, how can he have a son, and even manifest his spirit to make the people miserable? Isn't that too mysterious? The most important thing is that looking at the gritted teeth of those people does not seem to be fake, what is the reason for this?

"Folks, folks!" Just when Cui Geng was full of doubts, the old man's voice sounded again, and said: "Since the old and young masters of our Huanhua Town all have this opinion, then my senior senior announced that the god change ceremony has officially begun!"

Ding's throat is choking~

As soon as the old man's voice fell, a burst of gongs, drums, and suona sounded.

After about half an hour, the music stopped abruptly, and the old man pulled his neck and shouted, "Go to the old gods!" ”

"Whoa!"

The eight sturdy juniors agreed in unison, stepped forward with shovels in their hands, and greeted the old god statue with their heads and faces!

There were so many people who could work so well that in an instant, the idol became a pile of rotten wood.

The people were especially disgusted, and poured fire oil on it, completely burning the entire idol, mixed with bursts of curses, needless to say.

Then, when the ashes were completely cleaned, the old man went on to announce, "Welcome to the new gods!"

There were another burst of gongs, drums, and suona sounded, and the other eight descendants carried a new statue of the god, covered with yellow silk, and respectfully placed it in the original position of the old god.

The old man announced: "The old god has been removed, although the new god has not yet arrived, but since he was born, he has the name of the blue sky, I don't know how many unjust cases have been redressed, how many good things have been done for the people, I don't think it will disappoint our Huanhua real people." Let's enshrine him in advance, one is Pan Qingtian, and the other is Xie Qingtian! I am not talented in the third year, so on behalf of all the people of Huanhua Town, I will open up the light to the new god! ”

Brush!

As he spoke, he suddenly lifted the yellow cloth, revealing the true face of the new god.

This is a young man in a green shirt, handsome, with deep eyes, and his eyebrows are full of concern for the country and the people.

Song Genhai, a sycophant, saw the opportunity quickly, and said in a low voice: "My lord, these villagers in Huanhua Town really have some knowledge, and the new statue carved is five or six points similar to you."

"Say no more!" Cui Geng's tone was stern, but his voice gradually became inaudible, and he muttered: "It's not just five or six points, this official has already figured it out, this is clearly carved by me!" In that case, the question of who the old god really is is ......"

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