Chen Lian looked at it for a while, smiled faintly, and then turned into a woodcutter who was chopping wood, carrying a load of wood, shaking left and right to open the way.

All I could hear was the sound of woodcutter singing, which actually overwhelmed the noise of the crowd.

"Watch the chess, the tree is rotten, the wood is cut down, the valley is slowly walking by the edge of the clouds. Selling firewood and selling wine, laughing wildly from the pottery. The grassy path is high in autumn, facing the moon and pillowing the pines, and the sky is dawn. I recognize the old forest, climb the cliff and cross the ridge, hold an axe to break the withered vines. I collect it into a load, and sing it on the market, and the rice is three liters. There is no competition among the seeds, and the price is average. I can't make tricks, no honor and disgrace, and I can live in peace. When I meet, I am either immortal or Tao, and I sit quietly and talk about the Huangting."

This song is sung by the fragrance of the whole song, without any ingenuity, and only has a calm and elegant atmosphere.

Put down a pick of firewood, Chen Lian immediately took everyone's attention from the fisherman. If the fisherman was already in the beautiful country, then Chen Lian was the beautiful jade in Kunshan, and the two of them did not look at each other.

Someone said, "Wu, woodcutter, why did you put firewood here?"

Chen Lian smiled faintly and said, "Is it privately owned here and no things are allowed?"

One person was quite generous and said loudly: "How much does your firewood cost? I bought it for you."

Chen Lian glanced at the goldfish in the fish basket and said leisurely: "My firewood is not her fish, and I will not sell it. If anyone can pick it up, I will not take it."

He held his hands and glanced around. Although his eyes were solemn, everyone was unconsciously provoked. Most of these people were good at fishing and growing crops, and they would never have less strength.

He walked out alone, with wide shoulders and thick back, big arms and round waist, and said in a muffled voice: "Are you serious?"

He saw that even though he was gentle and elegant, he could carry this load of firewood, so he was extremely confident in his words.

"Of course there will be no falsehood." Chen Lian said calmly.

"Okay." After saying that, the man went to pick up firewood. But with a whisper, the majestic farmer fell to the ground. He still didn't believe that the firewood was so heavy, so he tried again. The firewood did not move at all, but his shoulders were covered with blood marks.

So the man looked ashamed and asked, "How heavy is your firewood?"

Chen Lian chuckled and said, "It may be heavier than a mountain, or lighter than a feather."

The man said, "What do you mean?"

Chen Lian said: "If the immortals and Buddhas are sacred, they will be as light as a feather. If an ordinary man is a man, they will be as heavy as a mountain. I understand enough?"

He originally wanted to say that you were so loud, but Chen Lian and Wen were staring at him with warm and moist eyes. He didn't dare to say a word of any bad words.

Many people tried again next, but no one could stir up firewood.

After no one tried it, Chen Lian shook his head and sighed: "It seems that you are all ordinary people, how can you deserve the beauty of others?"

He sarcastically mocked everyone with one word.

These people looked angry, but they were afraid that they were a little strange, so no one took action.

The fisherman said, "Everyone is equal, no high or low, and this brother is biased in speaking." Her voice was delicate and soft, which was more wonderful than any musical instrument. In addition, she said something that was beneficial to everyone, which attracted everyone to nodding.

Chen Lian smiled and said, "According to what you said, if someone wants to marry you, you won't dislike you?"

A trace of displeasure flashed in the fisherman's eyes, and he could only say, "I want to marry so many of them, but I don't know who I want to marry."

"I."

"I."

"I."

As soon as she said this, those who were thick-skinned in the middle responded immediately.

The fishing goddess was embarrassed and said, "I have a scripture to tell you, and if anyone can recite it, I will marry whoever you can recite it."

Then someone said, "What if he carries it down or multiple people carries it down?"

‘He’ refers to Shenlian.

The fisherman said softly: "Whoever carries it out first, I will marry whoever I want."

Next, the fisherman began to tell the scriptures. This scripture is not a Taoist scripture or a Buddhist scripture, but a vernacular fable. It tells of a great god named Arhaha who created all things. His doctrine is different from the Taoist and Buddha schools, but it is closer to these ordinary people.

But the scriptures are very long. The fisherman said it three times when the sky was about to dim. Of course, there was no one who could memorize it. The fisherman said, "Don't worry, I'll say it three times tomorrow until some of you can memorize it."

So everyone dispersed, thinking that they could remember what they remembered when they went home, and strive to recite the scriptures early and bring this beautiful family home.

These people have forgotten one thing, that is, Chen Lian’s existence.

You should know that Chen Lian made such a high-profile appearance before, but it was not long before anyone could be noticed.

Just like the water in a pond, even if the wind passes, it will smooth it out in an instant.

After everyone dispersed, Chen Lian said, "I didn't say I didn't recite it."

The fisherman Yanran smiled cleverly and said, "Then you carry it out and I will marry you immediately, but do you dare to marry me?"

Chen Lian narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Sorry, I'm not interested in shemale."

The fisherman said, "What is a shemale?"

Chen Lianyouran said, "If you are like this, you will be neither male nor female."

The fisherman burst into laughter and said, "Since you are an immortal, how can you still have a male and female appearance?"

Chen Lianruo looked at her with deep meaning and said indifferently: "No appearance, no matter what, you still have to see the sound and color? How can you say it to me?"

The fisherman's expression moved and said, "Who are you?"

Chen Lian said, "Who am I? You asked me, but I can't answer it. Since you have taught a volume of scriptures, I will not listen to you in vain. Now you sit down and listen to me once."

The fisherman said seriously: "What are you going to say?"

Chen Lian said in a faint voice: "You and I meet each other, but I am not the way of immortals, so I naturally have to talk about "Huangting".

The fisherman said, "I am not an immortal, nor am I a Taoist."

Chen Lian said: "You have the final say."

After saying this, Chen Lian spoke up his words and told the story of "Huangting". Huangting is the source of the immortal way. Through Shen Lian, every word is the mysterious sound of the great way. The deeper the cultivation, the more insights it is.

When the fisherman heard this, countless lights arise in his heart, all of which are indescribable mystery.

She was addicted to her a little, and she suddenly felt an alarm in her heart, wanting to escape. But once she had thought, the firewood was like a mountain standing across her body, and she couldn't take a step forward.

The fisherman said, "The King of Inspiration, send me away."

The goldfish in the fish basket heard the call and jumped into a golden boat. The fisherman held the boat and carried the fish basket and was about to leave through the air.

Chen Lian laughed and said, "Huang Ting hasn't finished speaking yet, why are the girl walking so fast?"

The fisherman said, "Do you know who I am? If you keep me today, don't feel at ease?"

Chen Lian said, "Is there still a place of freedom in this world? You should listen to me and finish chanting the scriptures honestly."
Chapter completed!