Chapter 142:

In the end, the barracks in the national security garrison are limited, even if they have been temporarily increased a lot before the arrival of the ancient warriors, and it is still not enough after the arrival of the first pass. It's worth your collection I had to re-prepare, but then I would have gotten the afternoon.

Dongfang Yao and his party came over late, and the barracks naturally didn't have their share. Noticing that many familiar warriors around them were nervous, looking at them from time to time, a few people discussed and decided to go to the village to rent a villager's house, so that at least they could be much more convenient when they wanted to do something, and they didn't have to have too many 'acquaintances' like now, watching them was like watching a monkey show.

Zhujiawa is in the northwest of Luoyang City, which is a village in the Beibi Mountain, according to the pamphlet specially prepared for them by the national security and the humanistic introduction of Major General Qin, this village was still lively for a while before the founding of the People's Republic of China, and it was once a hermitage treasure of a feng shui master, until the beginning of war and famine, and the exodus of the population gradually declined. Before the fifties and sixties, there were very few people here, but with the start of the government's various immigration programs, it flourished again.

"It's already ten o'clock in the morning!" Zhou Xiaomei glanced at her watch, a little worried on her face. Today is the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, as the people of China, such a day should be lively and lively in every household, especially in the countryside, how to put a few firecrackers to drive away the filth, so that the family will be prosperous in the new year.

But along the way, in the entire Zhujiawa area, the most people who can be seen are soldiers and warriors, but the locals have seen very little. The whole village is the same as the Xiaozhuang Town that I passed by before, if it weren't for the red couplets posted on the doors of many people, they would feel that this is a deserted village, and the sound of firecrackers has not been heard since they came here.

Could it be that the people here are not ready to go through the company, and under normal circumstances, when encountering such a thing, shouldn't they set off firecrackers to drive away evil spirits?

A few people did not rush to knock on the door of the villager's house, but walked along the bluestone road in the village at random, and occasionally heard the voice of the elders scolding the children from the yard on the side of the road, which made the whole village seem less lonely.

"In the countryside, it is difficult to see such a well-preserved Ming and Qing style building. The fact that this house can be carefully repaired shows that the owner cherishes it very much!" Jiang Mo sighed after admiring the high gate of a tall family.

Zhang Jin stared at the two big stone lions at the door of the house for a long time, close to a big lion more than one person tall, mighty and domineering, with the appearance of a lion with the green light of history, fixed eyes, the timid seem to be frightened.

"There are people in this family who know how to do math. Zhang Jin has no research on ancient architecture, and he has no interest in it, in his eyes, all the houses, as long as they can be lived, convenient, comfortable, and big enough, they are the best, as for what the house looks like and what dynasty it is, he doesn't care.

"Hehe!" Jiang Mo and Zhou Xiaomei heard this, they could naturally see that the stone lion in front of the gate of this courtyard was made of hands and feet, and even the method of doing hands and feet came from any sect in the warlock world.

But each family has its own doorway, and in the case that the other party does not provoke themselves, they will not take care of some things, such as the owner of the house in front of them is a captain who has an orderly inheritance and touches gold.

"Did the young master sell talismans on the way over?" Zhou Xiaomei said suddenly.

Zhang Jin didn't understand why the other party asked this, but he still nodded, and said a little embarrassedly: "Well, I sold some." ”

Dongfang Yao smiled, and simply took over the conversation and said what had happened.

Jiang Protector sighed when he heard this: "I have seen the young master's talisman, and it is really a big loss to sell it at this price!" Our Qianjimen's talisman was originally a well-known spirit talisman in the entire ancient martial arts world, and it was better than the Dragon and Tiger faction, the Wudang faction, the Shangqing faction, the Maoshan faction, etc., but this time when everyone lowered the price, the price of others was almost twice as high as ours...... "I feel like we are fools, but now I hear the offer of our own talented young master, and I suddenly feel that this world is really 'only more, there is no most'!"

Zhang Jin and Dongfang Yao couldn't hear the meaning behind Jiang Protector's sighs, but their original intention of selling the talisman was to save a life by borrowing the talisman for the martial artist who came this time. But I didn't expect that whether it was Qianjimen, or other sects in the rivers and lakes, they also had the same idea, and the price was only high compared to them.

"I wasn't going to ask for money. Zhang Jin said with some embarrassment, "It's still the price that Brother Yao helped me shout." ”

"Fortunately, there is Mr. Dongfang. Jiang Protector smiled, "Otherwise, the loss will be even greater." There is an old saying in Huaxia that the poor are rich in martial arts, there are few people who practice martial arts, there are not many people who are not full of money, basically behind every martial artist, there will be a huge economic organization, so you don't have to worry about them running out of money. When they charge ordinary people for worship, they start at least one million, and they are never soft. Basically, a person's annual income can catch up with the current domestic income, a middle-to-upper enterprise for a year, or even many years. I heard that the warriors from the south have been discussing raising the cost of the enshrinement. So you save them money, that's sorry for yourself. ”

Zhang Jin didn't know what to say, thinking of the prices of the talismans of other sects on the other cars that Jiang Protector said just now, he felt a little distressed and regretful in his heart.

Jiang Mojiang's protector seemed to be afraid that his young master would still be stupid next time, so he diligently popularized the essence of the talisman and said: "...... Don't look at the price of our talismans, but if you carefully calculate the cost and the value of the talismans, you will feel that they are extremely cheap. Because even if it is an ordinary talisman, it can hold a person's life when necessary. Anything compared to life, a few thousand dollars is nothing? Anyone who gets sick will not be able to go to the hospital for more than that. There is also the spiritual power poured into it when drawing the talisman, which is the spiritual power of the person who drew the talisman himself. How long does it take to regain the spiritual power of a talisman once it takes? Isn't it possible that it is very cheap for us to draw talismans to gather aura? It doesn't take time? Isn't there a saying that 'time is money'? I think this sentence is too true. ”

Yes, that's right! Time is money, only he has always felt that he is too easy to draw talismans, so he thinks those talismans are cheap. It turned out that unconsciously, he had become the 'Holy Mother' of God in the eyes of the ancient warriors several times!

In the future, he will never be a good person again!Zhang Jin thought silently. Then his mind suddenly echoed the fact that the price of jade was very expensive when an ancient warrior was in the car, and he seemed to ignore the price of jade when he was doing good deeds, and the jade was not his, if it weren't for Dongfang Yao, he would ......

Zhang Jin felt like a knife in his heart when he slammed the door, and he didn't even have the mood to continue shopping.

"Hello, fellow, can you ask who has an empty house here?" When the group was almost finished walking the east side of the village, they finally met an old man who had just returned from collecting firewood from the hillside. Jiang Mojiang's protector didn't say a word, and greeted him.

The old man looked at his face, and he was about fifty years old. At least according to the face of rural people at this moment, the body is quite strong, but there are many ravines left by the wind and sun all year round.

Hearing someone inquiring, the old man who bowed his head and carried firewood hurriedly put down the dry firewood on his back, and when he saw Jiang Mo and the people behind him clearly, he hurriedly bowed his hand and said in Mandarin with a local accent: "Hello guests, a few guests live over there in the rice field, right?"

"Yes, we just came here today. Jiang Mo said, "The rice field is now full, so I want to ask my brother if there is an empty house that can be borrowed here, don't worry, we will pay for the accommodation by ourselves." ”

Hearing this, the old man looked at everyone again, and finally his eyes fell on Zhang Jin, showing a trace of difference on his face. I don't seem to understand, it's clear that the fastest infected person on their side is an underage teenager, how can there be an automatic door-to-door one?

After a long time, the old man withdrew his gaze and muttered under the urging gaze of everyone, "...... It's not about money or money. If you want to talk about empty houses, there are no empty houses at home, don't look at the big guys' lives in recent years, but there are many children in the family. If there is really an empty house, let me be honest, you still don't want to live in it. As he spoke, he sighed and took up the firewood on the ground.

"Uncle, is there anyone at home?" Seeing that the old man was leaving, Dongfang Yao suddenly spoke.

The old man paused as he stretched out his hand to carry firewood, and then turned around after a while, his face was impressive, and his voice raised a few points: "You dare to live in such a house?"

"It should be fine. Jiang Mo looked at Dongfang Yao and Zhang Jin, turned around and nodded to the old man.

The old man's eyes were a little confused, but he quickly said to himself: "No, no, no, I can't harm you." Eighteen layers of hell will be lowered. As he spoke, he picked up the firewood on the ground and hurried away.

But this has turned more than half of the entire village, and it is not easy to meet the people, how can a few people let go, and they have to follow in a few steps. But the old man was even more desperate, and seemed to know that they were going to chase him, so he simply ran. After running a few steps, I felt that the firewood on my body was too cumbersome, so I simply didn't even need firewood.

Seeing this scene, even if Zhang Jin and a few people insisted, it was not good to really chase after it.

Just watching the old man leave, and then looking at the firewood that was trapped on the ground, several people were still a little embarrassed.

Zhang Jin looked at Dongfang Yao, Dongfang Yao smiled, stepped forward and picked up the firewood on his back and said, "Uncle Jiang and Aunt Zhou are waiting here, I'll send the firewood over." ”

"I'm with you. Zhang Jin followed.

"Then let's look elsewhere. Zhou Xiaomei thought that they were a group of four together, and it was estimated that it would invisibly put pressure on the villagers, maybe they would go separately, and if there were fewer people, they would not meet people like before, and they would avoid it directly when they were far away.

"Well, whether we can find it or not, in an hour, we will meet at the big mill at the entrance of the village. Dongfang Yao thought for a while.

Jiang Mo and Zhou Xiaomei nodded, explained 'pay attention to safety', and walked quickly to the village.

Zhang Jin and Dongfang Yao directly let go of their divine senses, locked on the old man who fled, and walked in the direction where the old man fled.

"Brother Yao. After the two walked for a while, Zhang Jin slowed down and stopped talking.

Dongfang Yao smiled and turned to look at him, after encountering the building with a huge stone lion, he noticed that this little guy had a different complexion, otherwise he would not have deliberately separated from the two protectors of the Thousand Machine Gate just now.

Zhang Jin seemed to have made up his mind, looked around, and said in a low voice: "I think there is something wrong with this village." 166 Reading Network