Xianjun had a smile on his face, and his eyes were shining with golden light. Said suspiciously: "Master Li, what does this mean?" Li Lanyan nodded and said with a smile: "Xianjun has come from Shushan for us to get rid of this evil, and at this time, the villagers have a little heart. ”

Immortal Jun hurriedly waved his hand and said, "No, it is the duty of our immortals to eliminate demons and defend the Dao." Li Lanyan was anxious when he heard this, and hurriedly gave everyone in the township a look, and everyone said in unison: "Yes, Xianjun, you can accept it." Li Lanyan acted as a question: "Could it be that Xianjun is too little?"

"Bold, dare to slander the Immortal Monarch. At this time, the child holding the dust beside Xianjun shouted angrily, and everyone was so frightened that they knelt down and begged for mercy again and again: "Xianjun is angry, Xianjun is angry." We have no intention of offending Xianjun, and at this time, this meager thank you gift is indeed a little gratitude to Xianjun for removing the evil, and I hope that Xianjun will accept it with a smile. ”

Li Lanyan took the lead and said, and all the villagers also said in unison: "I hope that Xianjun will smile." Immortal Jun helped Li Lanyan up and said, "I am a monk, and it stands to reason that I should not covet these outside my body in order to disturb my heart and cultivate the Tao. It's really hard to shirk the kindness of the villagers, so I will leave these gold under my hands for the time being, and when I return to Shushan tomorrow, I will use it as a sesame oil money for prayers, I don't know if it's okay?"

When everyone heard this, they were overjoyed, and thanked again and again, "Thank you Xianjun, thank you Xianjun." After everyone thanked them, the backyard began to smell delicious food and wine.

Wang Yingfeng and the five of them found a table in a remote corner and sat down, and when they were eating finely, a maid's voice sounded next to them, "Wang Gongzi, I'm sorry." There are not enough tables and chairs, can you let these people share a table with you? Wang Yingfeng looked at it, it turned out to be a disciple of Xianjun, there were old and young, male and female, there were seven people in total, and the round table happened to be a table.

The seven people sat down and nodded their heads and smiled in greeting, "Eat... , eat as much as you want. Wang Yingfeng beckoned and handed them the flask. There was nothing wrong with it at the beginning, but the more I got to it, the more I realized it was wrong. The seven people only took a small bite of the chicken leg and stuffed it into their arms, and the elbows were the same. Not only that, nuts, bowls and chopsticks, chickens, ducks, fish and rabbits, as long as they can be loaded.

The more Wang Yingfeng looked at it, the more puzzled he became, only to realize that it was not only his own table, but also the Immortal Monarch disciples at the other tables. "This..."Wang Yingfeng looked at Chonglou, Chonglou opened Feiyu, Feiyu looked at Xiaolian and Bai Ling. I saw that Bai Ling just held the wine glass and tasted the wine without saying a word, while Xiaolian was looking at the empty bowl on the table in a daze.

After lunch, Xianjun was already full of wine and food, and after saying goodbye to Li Lanyan and others, he left in a grand manner. Wang Yingfeng and the others also had no reason to stay, and then Li Lanyan left in the gap to bid farewell to Xianjun.

After walking for an afternoon, it was not until dark that I finally found a village, and the houses in the village were all thatched huts and mud walls, and many of them were dilapidated. The trees on all sides were bleak, and scattered leaves were crumbling on the tips of the branches.

At this time, a strange phenomenon came into view, there were three to eight children sitting at the door of every house in the village, and there were more than a dozen. Seeing the arrival of Wang Yingfeng's five people, they all instinctively stood up and gathered towards Wang Yingfeng's five people.

When I got closer, the children's faces, clothes, hands, and feet were full of mud, and they looked at Wang Yingfeng and everyone with expectant eyes, as if they hoped that pie would fall from the sky.