In our village, there are not many households, and everyone has long been accustomed to the silence.

But the "extinction of the village" will completely reduce the village to a gloomy ghost domain.

Brother Dawu's teeth struck each other, he wiped the cold sweat on the placket of his palm, and said in a low voice: Dare to ask this gentleman, what is the best way to exorcise demons and subdue demons?

The yellow-robed warlock curled his lips thickly, and two piles of meat were rolled up on his cheeks, and he pretended to smile modestly and said: Exorcising demons and subduing demons should be urgent, but the evil demons have already escaped, and if they use force to make them tough, they may go against each other, and maybe, if they are annoyed, they will be the first to strike. Therefore, what we have to do is to defend first and then attack, and only by ensuring our own safety can we kill demons and demons.

Brother Da Tie stood up and asked impatiently: Sir, it is naturally your business to subdue ghosts and eliminate demons, how can we protect ourselves?

"Yes, as long as we can keep ourselves safe, everything is up to the mage."

Aunt Ju, who didn't believe in the ghosts and gods, shouted excitedly.

Seeing that everyone's eyes were full of anticipation and worship, the yellow-robed warlock stood up and took out five things from the cloth bag under his knees: a peachwood sword, a gossip mirror, a wind chime, a picture of gods and Buddhas, and an exorcism talisman.

He said aloud: "With the five treasures in hand, the evil ghosts have nothing to worry about. "This oily yellow peach wood is the essence of the five woods, and the peach wood sword is the fairy sword of the town house to ward off evil spirits, which can kill ghosts and split demons, and must be hung on the east wall of the door or living room; This red-framed convex gossip mirror is an auspicious thing for the town house, and must be hung in the center of the roof wall outside the house; This golden wind chime, with a crisp and loud sound, can block and control evil, resolve grievances, and must fall at the tip of the eaves; This picture of the gods and Buddhas depicts the supreme deity, not to mention the little ghosts and demons, even if the king of Hades is present, he will bow down and worship, and must be attached to the center of the living room; And this last yellow striped exorcism talisman, the talisman in it, is drawn by my father's own handwriting, the magic power is boundless, just stick it on the window door.

The five "treasures" on the table, after being recommended by the yellow-robed warlock one by one, suddenly seemed to have incomparably powerful mana, which provoked everyone to take a closer look.

Brother Dawu's eyes lit up, his face turned happy, and he bowed down and said happily: Mr. is really a master of the world, and his insights make people suddenly open. Please sir hurry up and save the folks.

The yellow-robed warlock got up and returned the salute, his eyes narrowed, and he said with a smile: For generations, all of them have shouldered the arduous mission of subduing demons and eliminating demons. It's just that......

The yellow-robed warlock paused, spoke softly, and raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose.

On the side, the old woman who had been bowing down for a long time straightened her back and said in a hoarse and sad voice: Respect the teacher to eliminate evil and do good, never try to be famous, do not seek floating profits, but the production of "five treasures" must require some fees, and I hope the villagers will understand.

The singing and harmony of the master and apprentice and the two humanities Zou Zou just want to say that we can't work blindly to make these magic weapons, and we have to be paid.

The village chief, who was left out in the cold, poured a sip of tea, and said with a smile: What Sister Hua said is very true, Lexiao Jushi came from afar, in order to solve problems for the big guy, this "five treasures" is like a life insurance, to keep safe, I have bought it.

The sister-in-law from a poor family asked timidly: Dare to ask the immortals, how much money is the "Five Treasures"?

The word "immortal", the yellow-robed warlock who listened to it raised his eyebrows lightly, and the corners of his lips were drowning, and he said kindly and embarrassedly: Alas, if it were not for the livelihood of the trap, he would never dare to say the word "profit". A set of "five treasures" is 1,000 yuan, and a single piece is 300.

I can't help but feel ridiculous, why don't you buy one get one free for this yellow-robed warlock?

The people of the village are not wealthy, and they are very frugal in their daily spending. But as soon as he heard the yellow-robed warlock finish speaking, there was no doubt about it at the moment.

Come to think of it, everyone's acquiescence is also reasonable, if the life is gone, what is the use of keeping money?

The yellow-robed warlock said solemnly: With the trust of the villagers, I will go back here and make the "five treasures" in a race against time, and before dark, I will be able to send them to the villagers' homes one by one. However, please pay a deposit of 200 yuan in advance and hand it over to the village chief.

The villagers nodded again and again, and took the initiative to hand over the deposit to the village chief. If you don't have enough money, you are willing to wipe off your face and ask others for a loan.

However, there are four people who are unwilling to turn in, one is Grandpa Xiao, the other is Grandma Qi, a retired worker in the village, and two others, Sister Yun and me.

I leaned into Sister Yun's ear and whispered: Sister, buy two sets of "Five Treasures" and ask for peace.

Sister Yun took my hand, and her silky fingertips wrote a word on my palm: deception.

Immediately, I understood what she meant. However, as the old saying goes, it is better to believe what you have than not to believe what you don't. I've always felt that the benefits of buying some magic tools outweigh the disadvantages.

The village chief whispered a few words on the cheek of the yellow-robed warlock, and his eyes never dared to look at Sister Yun.

The yellow-robed warlock glanced at the old Grandpa Xiao and the demented Grandma Qi, both disdainful and helpless.

Huer, he stared at me fiercely, and said casually: "Plant locust trees in front of the door, and the evil will come," Whoever has a big locust tree planted outside the courtyard, please be sure to move it away quickly. The so-called "tolerant tree does not tolerate people, tolerant people do not tolerate trees", the tree is big and vigorous, blocking the yang and gathering the yin, the yin and yang are out of harmony, and everything is not going well.

The eyes of the villagers stabbed at me and Sister Yun. It seems that many murderous things in the village are caused by this century-old locust tree in my family.

I just wanted to refute a few words, but the hand under the table was grabbed by Sister Yun.

Sister Yun took out four hundred yuan from her pocket, pinched it with two fingers, and handed it to the village chief.

The yellow-robed warlock glanced at the money in the village chief's hand, changed his words, and said: However, with the help of the "Five Treasures" below, it will definitely be able to reconcile yin and yang, and when evil turns into good, Lao Huai will not be "bad".

I hated this sanctimonious and vain yellow-robed warlock in front of me.

However, the villagers who saw the wind and rain had been fooled into the clouds.

With a bowl of rice, the yellow-robed warlock has become a god in the hearts of the villagers.

"Poof," the village chief spitting and lit red money, the beautiful thief laughed non-stop, and the two leaky yellow plates were like two yellow couplets for relatives, eerie.

Brother Da Tie has always been unaccustomed to the village chief's face, and said coldly: Village chief, don't you charge electricity bills today?

The village chief replied without raising his head: Forget it today, let's talk about it another day.

The villagers stood up and saluted the yellow-robed warlock with respectful faces.

Xiaowei, who is in his early twenties, gently patted him on the shoulder when he walked to Mao Dan's side, and quipped: Mao Dan, what are you carrying in your pocket? It can't be gold, right?

Mao Dan's shoulder shook, his pupils dilated, and he said timidly: No...... Nothing.

He pressed his arms tightly to his waist, his hands firmly guarded his trouser pockets, and his legs walked towards the door like two straight bamboo poles.

The villagers were amazed, how did this hairy egg, who had always liked Dese, suddenly become silent?

When Mao Dan was about to walk to the door, a good man nudged him coldly.

only heard the sound of "bang", and the hairy egg fell to the ground hard. And his arms were still stuck to his waist, and he didn't dare to leave his trouser pockets half an inch.

Mao Dan could have bent his legs and waved his arms to remove the sudden thrust. Unexpectedly, he was unswervingly sworn to protect what was in his pocket.

The villagers were immediately interested, and while picking up the hairy egg, they touched the contents of his trouser pocket.

The villagers who had already walked out of the room ran back and blocked the door, for fear that the thief's weak hairy egg would find a gap and escape.

Mao Dan shouted loudly, his body seemed to be bound by an invisible hemp rope, and he swayed left and right to break free.

Brother Da Tie opened his mouth and yelled: Mao Dan, did you steal something from the village? If you don't tell you honestly, we will hand you over to the Soviet Bureau.

As soon as Mao Dan heard this, his straight legs could no longer hold on, and he bent down little by little, and knelt down for the villagers with a "bang".

Everyone was stunned and puzzled. I wanted to just scare him, but why did he make such a big gift?

Brother Dawu said gently: Now, everyone must be in the same boat and share the same hatred. Mao Dan, if you really stole the things of the villagers, just return them, what valuable things can we steal from this poor country?

Although Mao Dan knelt on the ground, his hands were still in his pockets. He looked aggrieved and whispered: I didn't steal anything, this ...... It's ......

The good deed, who had just pushed the hairy egg down, took advantage of his speech to flick his arm violently, and three or four almond-sized, glittering lumps fell to the ground with a "clanging bell".

"Gold."

Dozens of villagers shouted in unison.