After waiting for a long time, Xiao Yao recovered from the sonic attack of Fei Xue in the future and sat on the tatami mat.

"Now I'll tell you a story, it's not a horror, but it's very interesting."

Fei Xue breathed a sigh of relief when she heard Xiao Yao say this, what she was most afraid of was the story told by Xiao Yao and Bai Zhenzhen, these two guys didn't know what terrible events they had experienced, but they were definitely scary.

Bai Zhenzhen really hit a hatcher.

"Tell me, I can listen to it as a bedtime story."

Saying that, she actually lay down, as if she was really ready to listen to the story and go to sleep.

Seeing her like this, Xiao Yao sighed helplessly.

"Alas~ Then I'll tell a story about the mother who cut her tongue."

As we all know, Xiao Yao has experienced a lot of adventures before, and what he is telling now is a story that he finds interesting.

At that time, Xiao Yao was still very weak, just a small cultivator, and once he traveled alone to a small town.

It was getting late at this time, so he wanted to find an inn to rest first, and continue his journey tomorrow.

There is really an inn in the town, and Xiao Yao asked for a Tianzi No. 1 room after walking in.

You must know that the vast land of Shenzhou is still an ancient architectural style, generally speaking, when you see a guest coming, the little two in the store will greet you very warmly.

But this time, the shopkeeper didn't say a word, took Xiao Yao to the second room of heaven and earth, and then gave him the door.

Xiao Yao looked at Xiao Er and thought he was a mute, and the No. 1 room in Tianzi should be inhabited.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yao said, "Little second brother, you will get me some wine and side dishes later, and I will drink some in the room and then sleep." ”

Who knew that Xiao Er actually made a shushing gesture towards him to prevent him from speaking.

Xiao Yao was a little puzzled, why didn't he let himself speak?

Seeing him like this, the shopkeeper shook his head and waved his hand, as if to say that there was no wine and no side dishes.

Xiao Yao looked downstairs and saw that the counter was full of wine and said with a smile: "Little second brother, it's not that I don't give money, if you feel troublesome, then I'll go and get the wine myself." ”

Saying that, he jumped directly from the third floor, jumped to the counter, picked up a jar of wine, and drank it cleanly.

At this time, the shopkeeper ran down from upstairs, and Xiao Yao had already finished drinking the wine in his hand and turned around and was about to go back to the room.

No matter how the shopkeeper pulled him, he pretended not to see it.

At this time, the shopkeeper finally said in a hurry: "Hey, I said what's wrong with you?" You don't want to pay for other people's wine, do you? You have two taels of silver for this jar of wine, and hurry up and give the money. ”

At this time, Xiao Yao turned his head and smiled: "Aren't you able to speak, I thought you were dumb." ”

"You're dumb, our name is Aphasia Town, you can't talk casually at night, the master of silence said, because I run an inn and don't speak, so I can talk at night."

Hearing the words of the shopkeeper, Xiao Yao was puzzled, don't say master? West Mother?

"Why don't you let me talk?"

Xiao Yao asked suspiciously.

"I don't know, anyway, it's a rule handed down by the ancestors, what do you want to say during the day, but at night, if someone talks nonsense, the mother will come out and cut that person's tongue, and a few elderly people in the village have their tongues cut out because of gossip at night, and now they can only talk ahhh

Xiao Yao took out two taels of silver from his arms and threw them to the shopkeeper and asked, "That silent master lives in the No. 1 room of Tianzi here, right?" ”

The shopkeeper nodded.

"That's right, Master Buyu is a master, no one knows where he comes from, but he can talk to the heavenly West Mother Niangniang, and he has always lived with me."

Xiao Yao just nodded and went back to the room, but he didn't go to sleep, but waited patiently.

Heavenly West Mother, Xiao Yaoke has never heard of such a person, plus a silent master who can talk to the gods, there should be some secrets in this town.

Xiao Yao waited in the guest room for half the night before quietly walking out of the room, at this time the shopkeeper outside had already fallen asleep, he quietly came to the Tianzi No. 1 room and pushed the door in.

After entering, Xiao Yao saw a bald-headed monk sitting in front of a painting, not knowing what he was doing.

At this time, the bald monk also turned his head to look.

Xiao Yao thought that the great monk should have fallen asleep at this time, but he didn't expect that he was still awake and could only wave his hand helplessly to say hello.

"Hey, you are the master of silence, boy, I am from the south, there is an eighty-year-old mother at home who is seriously ill, I came to look for medicine, I heard that the master can talk to the heavenly West Mother, I want to come to the master to ask for a panacea."

I have to say that Xiao Yao is talking nonsense, and he really came with his mouth open.

The silent master pointed to the door and said only two words.

"Get out."

His voice was hoarse, and it sounded like he hadn't spoken in a long time.

Xiao Yao looked at the silent master like this and smiled: "Master, you see that I am also sincerely seeking medicine." ”

The silent master still pointed to the door and said, "Go out, stop talking nonsense." ”

Xiao Yao looked at the words hanging on the wall, and the painting showed a woman, dressed in red, with a beautiful face, standing in the flames, but it didn't look like a fairy.

"This painting is painted on the West Mother, I didn't expect the West Mother to be a beauty in red......"

"She's not the mother of the West!"

Hearing Xiao Yao say this, the master was speechless, and finally couldn't help it.

"Isn't it the mother of the West? Then just now, I saw that the master, you worship her, is it your deceased wife? ”

"It's not! She's my mother! Hurry up and get out! Simu will punish you! ”

The last few words of the silent master were almost shouted, and he stood up tremblingly from the ground.

The sharp-eyed Xiao Yao noticed that there was a problem with the legs of the silent master, and the shopkeeper who was sleeping on the table downstairs was also woken up, and hurriedly came up to see this scene, and he hurriedly pulled Xiao Yao out.

"Oops! I said that this master is really really, you better go, and finally leave overnight, our shop can't accommodate your big Buddha. ”

Saying that, the shopkeeper actually exchanged the silver for Xiao Yao, and then kicked Xiao Yao out.

There was no way for Xiao Yao to spend the night outside, and the next morning there was laughter and laughter in the aphasia town, which was like two worlds at night.

Xiao Yao found a shop to buy breakfast, and the merchant greeted him warmly and said that.

But as soon as he heard that he was going to inquire about the West Mother, he didn't say anything.

In the end, Xiao Yao asked, who is your favorite talker here.

Xiao Er, who was in charge of serving the food, pointed to the old man who was commenting not far away and said: "He is the person we love to talk to the most, and he has never stopped talking from morning to night, if you really want to know something, bring wine and ask him." ”

Xiao Yao inquired for a day, but only got such a message, and finally had no choice but to go to the old man who was commenting on the story.

Mr. Storyteller saw Xiao Yao coming over, and a smile appeared on his face: "Young man, you are the one who inquired about the town of aphasia, right?" ”

Xiao Yao was surprised: "How does Mr. know that it is me?" ”

Mr. Storyteller stroked his beard.

"Your matter has already reached my ears, dare to inquire about the affairs of Ximu Niangniang, you are the first in the town."

Hearing Mr. Storyteller say this, Xiao Yao also smiled.

"Then since Mr. knows about it, I wonder if you can tell me?"

Mr. Storyteller looked at Xiao Yao and shook his head and smiled: "Then it depends on you~"

Xiao Yao untied the gourd he had been carrying from his waist, and the moment he opened the gourd stopper, a smell of wine came to his nose and drilled into Mr. Storyteller's nose.

"Sir, I have wine, do you have a story?"

Mr. Storyteller took a sip of the gourd and said, "This story was a long time ago. ”

As he spoke, Mr. Storyteller's eyes were deep, as if he had seen what happened twenty years ago.

Xiao Yao asked curiously: "Sir, no one in this town dares to say it, why do you dare to tell me?" ”

"Hahaha, this mouth is the guy I eat, if you don't let me speak, it's better to let me die."

Saying that, Mr. Storytelling drank several large sips of wine in the gourd, and Xiao Yao felt that his heart was dripping blood.

That wine is not an ordinary ordinary wine, it is made from spiritual fruits, and it is worth a thousand gold.

It all started a long time ago, when there was a very beautiful widow in the village with a son.

But the widow's son was born with a cripple, and when her son was a little older, the widow carried him through thousands of mountains and rivers and finally found someone who could save her son, but the man offered a hundred taels.

The widow came back to borrow money from the people of the village, and everyone knew that the widow could not afford to repay and no one lent her, and finally the widow went to a nearby temple and told the abbot what had happened.

The abbot of the temple felt that the mother and son were pitiful, so he raised money in his own name, saying that anyone who donated money could write their names in the merit book and be blessed by the Buddha.

Eventually, the money was raised, and the widow took her son to seek medical treatment again, and a year later the widow's son was finally able to stand up.

I can't look like a normal person, but at least I can walk.

"That widow is really beautiful, which also lays the groundwork for her future misery."

Mr. Storyteller said, took a sip of wine, and continued.

One day, the widow went to farm, and suddenly a butcher came out of nowhere and wanted to do something shady.

The widow was pressed to the ground by the butcher and kept resisting, and the butcher tore the widow's clothes and cursed.

'Stinky, I'm kind to you, and I should do whatever I want to you. ’

The widow was puzzled and asked what kind of kindness it was.

The butcher said, 'Your son has a lot of money in his money to buy medicine, and if you don't believe me, you can go to the merit book of the temple and check it.' ’

The widow was very angry and said, "How can it be your credit for that charity made up by every villager in the town?"

The butcher slapped the widow in the face and said, "My penny is also money, and if it weren't for my penny, your son would still be paralyzed!" If you take my money, you have to use the money to pay off the debt, and if you don't have the money, you will pay it back! ”

"And then? How's it going? ”

Xiao Yao was so absorbed in his hearing that he completely forgot that the sun had set at this time, and it was time for the town of aphasia to be unable to speak.

Mr. Storyteller took a deep breath.

"Then the widow let the butcher bully the story spread, everyone who donated money back then thought that they also donated money, and the widow should also repay the favor, and over time, the original benevolent party turned out to be a bully and weak perpetrator, it can be seen that people are animals except for standing up and two legs are no different from animals."