The three of them walked and chatted, watching the beautiful scenery along the road, until the sky was sinking and a village appeared in front of them.

It seems that there are not many people in this village, and they are not very rich, and there are more than a dozen scattered families, and the dilapidated faces show that life is very embarrassing.

"Let's go, go in and rest, find a place to stay for the night, and then go tomorrow."

Bai Changsheng quickly whipped up his horse and took Wu Laosan and Pi Pixia to the village.

The three of them walked for a day, and they were also a little tired.

As soon as I entered the village, I saw a group of villagers sitting around a campfire in the center of the village.

There were old men and children, men and women on the left and right, and the bonfire in the middle was very high, with two iron rods on it.

There were some greens roasted on top of the iron rod, and a pig.

Is this a bonfire dinner? The whole village participated, and it was clear that the place was poor, but it was also very harmonious.

The three of them swallowed their saliva, a little hungry, smelling the smell of grease in the air, and they couldn't bear such a suckling pig in front of them.

"Fellows, can you borrow a fire, we are in a hurry!"

Bai Changsheng began to shout from afar, and the villagers turned around one after another and saw the three of them.

beckoned them to come over, but no one spoke much, Bai Changsheng and Wu Laosan were a little puzzled, what is this for?

The three men dismounted, found a stake and bolted it, and came together.

As soon as they got closer, the aroma of the barbecue became stronger and stronger, so that the three of them were not greedy, and they also saw that in the middle of the crowd, there was an old man spitting and talking about something.

It seems to be telling a story, a bonfire party, ah, what a coincidence.

The three of them came into the crowd, and the people here were also very hospitable, so that the three of them sat down.

A man handed them bowls of wine to quench their thirst.

"Where did you come from?"

"We are from the capital, come to Shanxi to see the scenery, this is going back, passing through the precious land, a lot of forbearance."

Bai Changsheng was very polite, and he didn't tell where they came from, saving unnecessary trouble.

The villager nodded, and beckoned the three of them to sit down, listen to the story together, and participate in the campfire night talk.

After chatting for a while, the villagers were very enthusiastic, and the old storyteller saw that someone was coming, and he danced even more.

The three of them chatted for a few words, and the people in this village were all surnamed Gao, and the tradition of this bonfire night talk had been prevalent in their village for many years.

Every full moon, men, women and children gather together to listen to the old people in the village tell stories of the old days.

There is wine, meat, and stories, the bonfire warms up, Bai Changsheng is not comfortable, Wu Laosan even shook off his cheeks, picked up his back molars, and ate and drank.

Pi Pixia poured a few bowls of wine rarely.

The villagers also agreed that the three of them would spend the night together, and listening to the old man's story, Bai Changsheng became interested.

Listening to the old man's spittle, what can be said is nothing more than those wild grotesque, where did the goblins come from, and how they were captured by the masters of where they were.

Although they are all old routines of punishing evil and promoting good, the stories are average, and the dialect is mixed with spittle for several words that they can't understand, but the three of them still enjoy it.

After talking about a few in a row, the old man changed directions, probably seeing that outsiders were coming, so he told the story of the village.

The people in this village are all surnamed Gao, and I don't know which generation they came from, anyway, the people are simple, honest and honest.

One day in the early years, a master came to the village, saying that they were related to Marshal Tianpeng of Nantianmen back then.

The people in the village were amazed when they heard it, and they always felt that the people in this place were all strange, and they didn't think that they really had some origins.

With good wishes, the people of Gaojiazhuang hurriedly entertained this master with good food and drink, and wanted to inquire clearly.

The masters were not ambiguous, saying that they and Marshal Tianpeng were still relatives of their own family, and they were the children of the seven aunts and eight aunts.

After going down to the mortal world, he came here and left such a bloodline.

Later, it may have been discovered by the daughter-in-law of heaven, this grandson... The old man almost said that he was satisfied, and quickly changed his words.

This immortal was beaten by his daughter-in-law, and he took it back, before leaving, the immortal couldn't bear to be lonely and helpless, after all, it was his own bloodline, and he passed down many magical means.

It can make people immortal, their faces will stay forever, they will fly immortals in the daytime, and they will turn soil into gold, and the immortals also want to wait for the day when the daughter-in-law is not strictly guarded, and steal the mortal world to see them.

But there is only one thing, it must be a sincere worship, every full moon, you have to get a pig to worship the canopy, in order to get these inheritances.

I don't know what Marshal Tianpeng's relatives think, but no one dares to ask, so he inherited it in such a daze.

Later, some people couldn't sit still and worshiped the canopy, saying so, but slaughtering a good black and white pig for no reason, and didn't say anything to pay attention to.

You can't just stab you in the neck and wait for a miracle to appear, right?

The villagers discussed, simply, don't waste it, the slaughtered sacrifice roasted and ate the suckling pig, so that both ends would not be delayed.

This is why there is such a tradition of campfire night talks, of course, those later traditions of drinking wine and eating meat to tell stories were added later.

After listening to this, everyone slapped and applauded.

Bai Changsheng couldn't help but admire the eloquence of this old man, it was really not easy to eat a roast suckling pig to make up such a story.

"Did any of you live forever?"

Pi Pixia believed that it was true, and opened his mouth to ask, the old man scratched his head, and said in his heart that this grandson is trying to find fault, right?

"Maybe, maybe we're cooking... This method of operation needs to be improved, and immortality has not yet been achieved. ”

Wu Laosan was biting the pig's leg on the side and said:

"Well, I think so, there should be more cumin, especially the pork kidney, which has to be burned with charcoal, and it can't be cooked over such a high fire."

Bai Changsheng didn't pay attention to their nonsense here, and looked at the surrounding scenery with a full stomach, and the more he looked at it, the more strange it became.

Not to mention, this Gao Laozhuang is really decent, a little interesting.

Not far away, Bai Changsheng found a nine-toothed nail rake!

There is also a blue-black robe hanging on it, which is particularly wide, and it really doesn't look like an ordinary person can wear it.

Don't really have any origin in this village, it's interesting, the more Bai Changsheng looks at it, the more fun it becomes, and he chatted with the old man.

"Where did the nine-tooth nail rake come from?"

Bai Changsheng toasted a glass of wine and asked the old man who was open-mouthed, the old man stroked his beard, shook his head and said:

"This is something that came out of the grave, and one year there was a big flood and it washed out."

Bai Changsheng walked over, picked up the nail rake and looked at it, it was pure copper, it was all rusty, and he didn't know how many years ago.

He touched the garment again, and smiled dumbly.

He walked back and sat down again, leaned over and whispered to the old man:

"The nail rake that came first, or the story that came first?"

When the old man heard this, his face changed color, and he was about to answer Bai Changsheng, but when he turned his head sideways, he showed a surprised expression.

Bai Changsheng followed his gaze and looked back, only to see that not far from the nine-tooth nail rake, a black wind swept in.

Whoa!

The nail rake fell to the ground with a trembling sound, and the white long hair stood up:

"It's broken! Zhu Bajie is here! ”