It's like two lambs entering a wolf's den, but they are still faced with a litter of hungry wolves with green eyes.

Jun Buqi instantly sensed that something was wrong, and the unkindness in the eyes of those villagers was not well hidden.

He pulled the small stone behind him and was about to be on guard.

"You want to fight the idea of the two children!"

At this time, the thin old man who was surrounded in the center of the crowd screamed at the men, women and children around him with a painful face.

Although his old eyes were cloudy, he saw everyone's minds very thoroughly.

"If my Gaojiazhuang does such a thing, what is the difference between it and those bandits?"

All the men and women were scolded and ashamed, and the unkindness in their eyes dissipated.

Some people are still unwilling: "But the patriarch, you will go up the mountain next month......"

"I've lived long enough to do the last thing for you juniors, and it's not in vain that you call me the patriarch. ”

The thin old man sighed heavily, waved his hand and didn't want to say more.

He stepped out of the way of the crowd and came to Jun Buqi and the others.

With an apologetic and peaceful smile, he bowed slightly: "Two young people, they have offended a lot just now, and the old man is here to compensate you." ”

Jun Buqi's guard was a little loose, and he hurriedly hugged the other party, and said with a smile: "It's okay, our two brothers are just passing by here, so let's leave." ”

"No, no. ”

The thin old man pulled Jun Buqi, looking at the two of them with dusty faces, but they didn't look like ordinary young men.

After all, he lived a long time, and he could see that most of the two of them wanted to come here to rest, so he said: "If the two of you can trust the old age, you will go to my house to stay for a day, it just so happens that there is food at home these days." ”

Seeing that the other party was sincere and an elder, Jun Buqi did not refuse.

They had been walking for several days since they set out with Little Stone that day, and the dry food in the mustard bag had long since been eaten, and they were in need of some supplies.

Besides, he was dry and sleeping in the open all the way, although Xiaoshi didn't complain from beginning to end, but this made Jun Buqi feel a little distressed.

He could tolerate drinking the mountain spring and eating wild fruits, but in his heart he thought that he could let the little stone eat a hot mouthful.

So, under the flickering gaze behind them, the two followed the thin old man all the way into a courtyard.

Jun Buqi can naturally feel the strangeness of this village, but they are just a group of ordinary people, even if they really dare to hit his attention, it will be kicked to the iron plate.

As soon as I entered the courtyard, a woman walked in front of me, combing a and hairdress, thinking that she was about the same age as Jun Buqi, but the peasant girls were generally old, and they looked a lot older than Jun Buqi.

"This is my granddaughter, who has been living with me since her parents died early when she was a child. ”

Seeing that Jun Buqi was staring at the woman, the thin old man introduced with a smile and said, "Xiu'er, why don't you get some food for the guests." ”

It's not that Jun Buqi fell in love with Gao Xiu'er, but he was a little strange, he had just walked around Gaojiazhuang, and he didn't seem to have seen such a big girl.

"Maybe it's all hidden in the boudoir. ”

He said something secretly, and followed the old man into the house.

Gao Xiu'er came in with a plate of cut soil peel fruits and placed them in front of Jun Buqi.

The fruit is somewhat similar to a potato, except that it is much larger.

Although the two of them can eat wild fruits on the road, they don't eat them if they want to, especially when they enter the Western Regions, they can't see a single fruit tree, and they haven't eaten for a day.

The two of them did not dislike picking up the clay fruit and nibbling on it, but the next moment the two faces were kneaded together like a ball of paper.

The little stone stuck out his tongue: "Bah, Bah, this is too bitter!"

Jun Buqi also frowned, this soil skin fruit is not only bitter, but also has a fishy and sour mouth.

"Xiu'er, how can you give this to a guest?"

The two of them moved too fast, and the thin old man didn't have time to remind him, so he had to tell Gao Xiu'er: "Go and bring the rice soup from the kitchen!"

Jun Buqi didn't get angry, and asked, "Uncle, could it be that the people from your village eat this?"

"This is a dry fruit, every year there is a great drought, and only this fruit can still grow, although it is difficult to eat, but it can barely be satisfied. ”

The thin old man smiled bitterly, and saw that Gao Xiu'er was very reluctant to bring only a bowl of rice soup, and explained:

"I don't have much food at home, please forgive me, this brown rice is still from the bandits in the mountains. ”

It's also hot, so you don't like it, so you push the bowl in front of the small stone.

He continued to nibble on the dry fruit, and said with some surprise: "How can the thieves give you food?"

The thin old man roughly talked about the bandit entering the Pig's Head Mountain to collect offerings, but he didn't mention that he would go up the mountain as an offering next month to open meat for the bandits.

Jun Buqi was furious when he heard this, and asked, "Didn't you think about resisting?"

Last month, a monk came to the Buddhist Gate and said that he wanted to eliminate evil for us, but he never came down from the mountain. ”

The thin old man shook his head helplessly, and then his eyes were sunken into his sockets, and he looked at the small stone that was snoring and drinking rice soup with deep meaning.

His old eyes no longer seemed to be cloudy: "If the old man is not mistaken, the two of them are cultivators, right?"

Get!

Jun Buqi felt a sigh in his heart.

He could see that the other party wanted them to help get rid of the evil.

But he couldn't deny it, because the mace on Xiaoshi's back was left behind by Jia Si after his death, weighing more than 100 catties.

How could a thirteen-year-old child, if he wasn't a monk, be able to carry something several times heavier than himself, let alone be stable.

"This stinky boy has long told him that Sun Wukong's stick is not a mace, and he has to carry it on his back, so it's okay!"

Jun Buqi secretly scolded a small stone in his heart, and regretted his mouthful of questions.

But with a soft hand, although it is a bowl of rice soup, it is precious in this case.

"Uncle, it's not that we take things and don't work. ”

Jun Buqi smiled bitterly and said: "A thief who can't even be dealt with by a high monk, won't our brother be sent to death if he goes?"

"The two young heroes misunderstood!"

Seeing that they didn't deny it, the thin old man quickly changed his name and waved his hand and smiled: "The old man didn't let you fight the bandits. ”

"What's that?"

Jun Buqi smiled a little awkwardly.

Without waiting for the other party to speak, Xiao Shi put most of the remaining rice soup in front of Jun Buqi, and replied, "Of course it's a pig demon!"

"Huh, could it be that the two young heroes have already seen the pig demon?"

The thin old man looked startled, as if he had been told what he was thinking.

"Is there really a pig demon?"

Jun Buqi was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the small stone with a smug face: "How do you know?"

This kid has obviously been with him all the time, does he have the ability to predict the future?

"Grandpa said that this is Gaojiazhuang, then there must be Zhu Bajie, isn't Zhu Bajie a pig demon?"

Xiao Shi looked like he knew everything, and used the plot of Journey to the West to seriously remind Jun Buqi: "Presumably, that Zhu Bajie wants to rob Sister Xiu'er as a daughter-in-law, so grandpa hopes that we can help fight the pig demon!"

Jun Buqi was already speechless, it seems that this kid was really poisoned by Journey to the West.

He whispered in Xiao Shi's ear with some lovelessness: "Zhu Bajie is in Gao Laozhuang, not Gao Jiazhuang, Zhu Bajie's daughter-in-law is Gao Cuilan, not Gao Xiuer......"

Before he could finish correcting it, he saw that the thin old man had already stood up in shock.

He grasped Xiao Shi's arm with a trembling withered hand, and said excitedly: "Shaoxia is really a fairy character, he can even count these, it seems that God really sent me to help me!"

You know, he has always kept this matter a secret and didn't tell anyone, and no one in the entire Gaojiazhuang knows about it.

Poof! Jun Buqi just drank a mouthful of rice soup, and all of it squirted out, staining the thin old man's face with rice grains.

Said to be right again?

The thin old man couldn't bear to waste it, so he pulled the rice grains on his face into his mouth and ate it, easing his mood a little.

"Although there is a slight discrepancy between what the little young man said, it is almost the same, the pig demon fell in love with my show a few years ago......"

"He took advantage of my unpreparedness to make my Xiu'er's stomach a big disaster, gave birth to a bunch of little pig demons, and came to my house every once in a while to ask for food!"

He told the story roughly, and finally sighed: "I can't live next month, I'm afraid that the pig demon will come to bully Xiu'er after I die, so I also asked the two young heroes to take action and get rid of the monster for me!"

"Yes! I promise you!"

Just when Jun Buqi looked sluggish, Xiao Shi threw the mace that was taller than him to the ground, and agreed excitedly.

This kid already thinks of himself as the Monkey King.

"I'm going to take that Zhu Bajie!"

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