The son-in-law of the stunning president

Immortals are not successful, so... just ask the old people around you.

The place where Pu Chuangen lives happens to be a town backed by a mountain. From ancient times to the present, where there are mountains, there must be legends. At least there must be mountain gods, right?
Tang Chen thought for a while, and was not in a hurry to act. He took the two girls to have a Korean-style lunch first, and then waited until the working hours in the afternoon before going out for activities.

The middle-aged people go out to work, and those who stay at home are generally retired old people.

On the street, you can also see some old people getting together in groups of three or five, sitting by the fitness equipment or chatting or exercising.

Tang Chen leaned over to look at an old man with a good face and struck up a conversation: "Master, master."

The old man looked back at him with a vigilant expression. After all, there have been quite a few people selling recently.

Tang Chen smiled awkwardly: "Oh, that's right, sir, we are reporters from New News Daily, and we want to interview you..."

The uncle immediately waved his hand: "Hey, are you here to interview that bastard Pu Chuangen was released from prison again? Cough, there have been a lot of reporters coming recently. If you want to ask, you won't find anything new."

Although this is what he said, the uncle's interest is obviously not low, and he has the posture of talking about it.

Tang Chen hurriedly said: "Oh, no, we are the folklore columnists in the daily newspaper, and we specialize in wandering around the country looking for some interesting folklore to record."

"Oh..." The uncle suddenly lost his enthusiasm and was not willing to talk to Tang Chen.

Obviously, what kind of bullshit folk journalists are far inferior to current affairs journalists.

Tang Chen was not discouraged, he continued to formulate words with a smile, and even gave him a bottle of drink.

The uncle's attitude has obviously improved a lot after drinking, the key is not the amount of stuff, but the respect, isn't it?
Tang Chen said: "Grandpa, I think you are also a very old and respected old man here, and our mountains are extremely majestic. Don't you have any legends?"

Tang Chen's words are unreasonable...

North Korea is a mountainous environment, while South Korea is basically a plain with not many mountains.

The mountain beside the city is really not majestic, it's nothing more than talking about it.

The uncle thought for a while and smiled: "Hey, if you ask me about this, you are asking the wrong person. I don't know this. When I was young, I was not in my hometown. I was working outside. I came back to take care of me when I was old. "

"Oh..." Tang Chen nodded, looking very disappointed.

Immediately afterwards, the uncle said mysteriously: "However, if you want to ask this, there is really someone on our side that you can ask, but he is not in the city. Go north, thirty miles, there is a small mountain village called Lishui Village, there is a Shaman."

"Shaman?" Tang Chen was taken aback, then nodded his thanks, and asked about the shaman's address and name in detail, then took Qian Kun and Liuli and left together.

Shaman, which is distributed in Northeast Asia and even the whole world, is a very old profession. The etymology comes from the Shamman in the North American Indian population, which itself means a wise man.

There are similar shamans all over the world, you can also call them wizards directly.

They advocate that all things have inspiration, admiration for heaven and nature, and they also exist in China. For example, the Chumaxian and Dashen'er that people in the north say are of this kind.

Tang Chen didn't take the car either, he stepped on the flying sword directly, took the second daughter away, and arrived at Lishui Village almost instantly.

This is a small village with a very sparse population. There are almost no young adults, only old people, and children are rare.

This kind of situation is actually very common, and it is a sequela of urbanization. Huaxia Dongying has a similar situation.

Tang Chen still used the previous excuse to inquire, but the villagers seemed to be very vigilant, and they were not very cooperative.

In the end, it was Tang Chen who opened the way with silver, and only then did he break out a doorway.

Feelings The village shaman lives in an independent hut at the north end of the village.

Her name is Jin Guishu, she has lived alone all her life, never married, and has no children. She is not too old, and looks like she is in her early fifties.

When Tang Chen saw this Jin Guishu, he couldn't help being disappointed.

He originally thought that Jin Guishu could really have some tricks. After all, in the mouth of the villagers, she was praised as amazing. Tang Chen wondered why such a person could also be a warrior?
In the end, it turned out that she wasn't a warrior, and she had nothing to do with a monk, but just an ordinary middle-aged village woman.

"Are you reporters? I don't accept interviews." After hearing Tang Chen's name and purpose, Jin Guishu immediately seemed extremely conflicted.

Tang Chen is very strange, why are people in this village so resistant to reporters?
At the moment, he still used silver to open the way, and stuffed a wad of money into Jinguishu's hands.

The money is not too much, but for a peasant woman in such a small mountain village, it should not be too little.

After receiving the money, Jin Guishu's expression eased a lot, but after a moment of tangled up, he returned the money to Tang Chen: "No, I won't accept interviews for how much money, that time three years ago almost forced me to jump into the river gone."

Tang Chen asked curiously, "What's the matter?"

Jin Guishu said angrily: "Aren't you a group of city people who have broken their consciences? They have to reveal some secrets. I don't know what they are revealing. A group of reporters came to my door with a few experts. It's been a while. Don't humiliate me!"

Oh... no wonder.

Tang Chen immediately understood the way.

Jin Guishu is just an ordinary person, and obviously does not have any supernatural abilities. She must have encountered an online program that exposed her identity as a witch.

Tang Chen was noncommittal about such things. Sometimes it is true that witches are quite harmful. For example, if they are sick, they insist on asking to see them, and many people are delayed in the end.

So dismantling them is not a bad thing.

Tang Chen quickly explained to her why he came.

Hearing that Tang Chen didn't come to interview her specifically about her career, but wanted to ask about folk customs, Jin Guishu calmed down.

Invite Tang Chen and the three of them into the house.

The house is not very good, the lighting is poor, and it seems to be quite old, and there is an indescribable weird smell.

Jingui Shupan sat down: "What do you want to ask?"

Tang Chen rambled about at first, and finally got to the point inadvertently.

Jin Guishu frowned: "The mountain god? Do you want to ask the mountain god? Well, this is asking someone. I really know who the mountain god of the mountain behind us is. His old name is Xiong Lingjun. It is said that he was a black bear on the mountain hundreds of years ago. Got good luck and became an elf in this mountain."

Tang Chen was very curious: "Then what does this Lord Xiong Ling look like, and what magical powers does he have?"

Jin Guishu said: "Mr. Xiong Ling, he is more than three meters tall, his body is like black charcoal, and he has great magical powers..."