Along the way, the two chatted with each other.

"By the way, I haven't asked the layman's name or surname. ”

Sensing that the old man was no longer wary of himself, Fahai deliberately drew closer.

"The layman should not be, so as not to be surnamed Chen, because he is the sixth in this generation, Tuoda is respected by the villagers as the sixth uncle, and the elders call me the sixth uncle. ”

Chen Lao Liu shouted again and again, and did not dare to claim it.

Although Fahai claims to be just a monk with a few feet, his temperament is not able to deceive others, and the old man's voice is unconsciously respectful.

From Chen Laoliu's mouth, I learned that because the vast majority of people within a radius of ten miles are surnamed Chen, this village is also known as Chenjia Village, and the neighbors in the township are more or less related.

The old Han's house is at the west end of the village, with three thatched huts one in and one out, where the couple and their two sons live.

Chen Laohan is forty-two this year, and the brothers are in the prime of life, and now they have also started a family and added grandchildren to the old man.

Speaking of his grandson, the old man was obviously interested, and his words were much more than before.

But for some reason, once Fahai proposed to meet the two children, he would always be prevaricated by Chen Laoliu with various excuses.

From Chen Laohan's hesitant wording, Fahai could clearly feel a little strange melancholy.

Combined with the information given by the system earlier, he felt that he should have guessed something.

The village is not big, about seventy or eighty families, and it will not be long before the old Han family appears in front of them.

The old man was just about to lead Fahai into the house, but an old man with white hair walked out of it, and he turned back from time to time to say something to the old woman behind him.

"The sixth brother and his daughter-in-law, everyone is doing this for the good of the village, you go back and unravel the stubborn donkey, don't be confused for a while...... Eh, you're back, sixth?"

Seeing the old man, the old man was obviously stunned.

"If a distinguished guest comes to the door, I won't send it to the door. ”

opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he only choked stiffly, and Chen Lao Liu walked inside with his head bored.

In the back room, an old woman with sideburns who were also whitened by wind and frost wiped her tears, glared at her husband, and sent Li Zheng out of the door.

"Patriarch, don't blame this stubborn donkey, he also feels sorry for his grandson, so he lost his temper with you, who in the village doesn't know that you were the first to sacrifice your grandson for the safety of everyone, but Niu Wa'er ...... That kid is only three years old, can you think of another way......

Although I didn't listen carefully to the two of them because they were far away, the content of the first half was enough for Fahai to know a lot of insiders.

Stopped next to the old man, pressed the action of Chen Laoliu's hand, and Fahai recited the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha, the sixth uncle doesn't blame the little monk for talking too much, the little monk also heard Aunt Fang's words, it seems that something happened to the little nephew. Although the poor monk is not as profound as the Dharma, he also has some ability to subdue demons and eliminate demons. ”

"This ......" Old Man Chen hesitated a little, he didn't want to drag this kind-hearted little elder into the water.

Seeing that the other party seemed to be a little unconvinced, Fahai didn't say much.

He pinched a law decision casually, and when he landed, a glass pure fire ignited from his body, reflecting him as brilliantly as a god.

"This, this is ...... The Bodhisattva has appeared and sent down Arhats to save the world!"

Chen Lao Liu's old tears were rampant, and the emotions that had been suppressed for many days were vented, and he was about to kneel on the ground and kowtow to Fahai with a plop.

"The sixth uncle doesn't need to be polite, it's just a little trick, and it can't be called an Arhat. ”

Hurriedly dispersed the pure fire on his body, and the young monk grabbed the old man's body and was about to kneel.

"Elder, little elder...... Please, save my poor grandson, who is only three years old, and will be sacrificed to the monsters of the river......"

From the old man's broken words, Fahai understood the reason for the matter.

It turns out that the people of Chenjia Village have been farming for generations, because the farmland is close to the Yangtze River, and water can be used for irrigation at all times, so even in a dry year, there is no need to worry about the harvest.

But I don't know when the carp spirit of the self-proclaimed king of inspiration came, this demon can drive the clouds and fog, call the wind and rain, and the slightest dissatisfaction will lead the flood of the river to flood the farmland.

At the beginning, the monster still only needed some pigs, horses, cattle and sheep, but gradually, the fish demon who saw through the weakness of the village began to gain an inch.

At first, they devoured the villagers for three days, and then felt that it was unappetizing, so they asked the villagers to worship a pair of boys and girls every year.

If they don't, they will flood the entire village.

At first, the people in the village also thought of looking for a mage to get rid of the evil obstacles in the river, but two or three mages invited from the temple did not survive a round, and they became the ghosts in the mouth of the fish demon.

After coming and going, no one dared to come to Chenjia Village to subdue demons and eliminate demons.

Inspiration King? Could it be the one in Journey to the West?

Fahai had a strange face.

When he talks about the King of Inspiration, he thinks of Journey to the West, and when he mentions Journey to the West, he thinks of Monkey King.

In the second half of this year, the ...... of Sino-US co-production Ahem, in short, bloom, bloom and it's over.

If he continued, maybe one day he would have to apologize to the people of the whole country, and Fahai hurriedly stopped his more and more dangerous thoughts.

At the request of the old man, the old woman had just finished sending it and was walking in from the outside.

Hearing her husband say that the fair-eyed monk in front of her could save her grandson, the old woman was a little unbelieving at first, but when Fahai showed a little magic power, she hurriedly ran to the hut to prepare an extra pair of dishes and chopsticks.

Dinner consisted of home-grown vegetables in the field with a bowl full of blue-edged bean rice, and a plate of pickled radish, which was specially served for Fahai.

Originally, Chen Lao Liu had to catch the only old hen in the family that laid eggs and kill it, but fortunately, he was woken up by his wife that the monk did not eat meat, so he patted his head in annoyance as if he had just woken up from a dream.

The bean rice is rough and difficult to swallow, but the Buddhist monks focus on forging the body, which one does not have a mouthful of copper teeth and iron teeth, and some meals are turned into wisps of vitality and integrated into the body before they are a moment or three.

Although it is coarse tea and light rice, it is better than the original taste, and Fahai is sweet to eat.

After eating and drinking, and refusing the idea of Chen Laohan and his wife to give up the bedroom to him, Fahai found a broken seat everywhere, sat down to meditate, and waited for the night to fall.

The carp spirit who claimed to be the king of inspiration asked the villagers to contribute to the boys and girls in the third watch, and now that there is still some time before the agreed deadline, Fahai naturally hurries up the time to recover some mana.

The lion fights the rabbit with all his strength, even if the other party is a whole realm lower than himself, Fahai will not despise it at all.

As the night deepened, a crescent moon hung high on the branches.

Feeling that there was a slight movement in the direction of the ancestral hall in the clan, Fahai's eyes opened suddenly, and the whole person floated up from the ground, and encouraged the mana to push the half-hidden door open, and then Shi Shiran followed the crowd who went from the ancestral hall to worship.

The winding snake-like procession slowly stretched towards the riverside, and a group of able-bodied offspring either carried tributes or played and sang with musical instruments, but the festive music was torn into a terrible whimper by the cold wind.

On the offering platform carried in the middle are two dolls carved in pink and jade, one of which is the grandson of Chen Laoliu.

And Fahai was far away at the end of the group, following the slow movement, and no one noticed anything unusual along the way.

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