"Stop it, all of you, and listen to me. ”

Yang Fan, who was shocking everyone with flying arrows, raised his voice.

Another fresh face?

Outsiders who usually don't see a single foreigner for half a year, but after the disaster, they saw one after another, and they were strongmen with weapons.

The natural xenophobic mood of the closed village suddenly came up, and the villagers retreated again and again, distanced themselves from Yang Fan and the others, and turned their suspicious eyes to the village chief.

It's all up to me?!

Baili Lu Liang didn't understand what the villagers meant, so he turned his head and interrupted: "Who are you?"

"I'm Yang Fan, like him, I'm a traveler to Zhongzhou, because the road was closed by a natural disaster, so I found a place to spend the night. ”

Yang Fan pointed at Pei Mu, and after introducing himself to the village chief, he said to everyone: "At present, the natural disaster is closing the road, and food is in short supply, if you use your strength to fight each other, I am afraid that it will only accelerate the demise, and please calm down, as long as everyone is united, there may not be no way to survive the disaster." ”

What can calm people down is never the truth, but the sharp sword soldiers, and of course, the warriors who are fiddling with fiery fireballs in their palms.

Only one Pei Mu made Baili Luliang so jealous, there are two more, and the villagers of Qianxi are not stupid, and they dare to force the bear hunters because they know the roots.

But the origin of these fresh faces is unknown, and at this time, if you go to find trouble with impermanence, you are making a fool, and you will naturally calm down.

Seeing that the villagers were calm, Yang Fan also put his sword into the sheath and was about to speak, but he saw that the Miao Zhu in a plain robe had a somewhat excited expression, and everyone stepped forward and said, "Please this traveler, how many of you are there, where do you come from, and where do you want to go?"

"Back to the old man, there are four of us, and we have come from Gorgon and are going to Middle-earth. ”

Yang Fan pointed to the distance and replied vaguely.

Compared with the villagers and village chiefs of Qianxi Village, he really didn't dare to take this temple blessing lightly.

Don't look at the bear hunters coldly, the fat village chief is domineering, and the jingle is lively.

The two were tied together, which was not enough for the seemingly harmless old temple in front of him to beat with one hand, so Yang Fan naturally wanted to hide the information of the team leader and hide one hand.

For such a vague answer, Miao Zhu didn't think it was a pestle, so he could say: "I don't know which god the original four distinguished guests practiced under which god?"

In Zhongzhou, when greeting people, you can believe first, this is the homework that several people have done before coming, so Yang Fan didn't care, and easily responded: "Back to the old man, the state where the four of us are located, we have not received the favor of the gods, so we have not chosen to believe." ”

In many cases, the reason why the Outsiders will have conflicts with the Middle-earthers is because they have no faith and still talk nonsense, so even if they explain their identity as unbelievers, there are standard responses.

It's like Yang Fan's sentence, which is the answer that Zhongzhou has the most widely accepted and is least likely to cause disputes.

After hearing this, Lao Miaozhu was even more overjoyed, and whispered: "Are all untrustworthy people?

Just when Yang Fan and the others didn't know why, Lao Miaozhu looked up with joy on his face and said: "Aren't a few customers looking for a place to stay, now that nearly half of the houses in the village have been destroyed, the villagers are afraid that they will not be able to entertain for a while." If you don't dislike the coldness of the village temple, you can live with the old man. ”

Although he didn't know what Lao Miaozhu's inexplicable enthusiasm was, Yang Fan knew that if he wanted to help the village name here, Lao Miaozhu was a character who had to face.

Therefore, after Yang Fan consulted Pei Mu and Tang Nianfan's opinions with his eyes, he thanked him: "Such a natural disaster, it is a great fortune to have tiles to cover your head, how can you dislike it, Yang Fan thanked the old man for his kindness!"

"God loves the world, so why should he be thankful. ”

Hearing Yang Fan's answer, Baili Qiu's expression became even kinder: "Then you can leave with the old man now, right?"

"Wait a minute, old gentleman, we have a companion who has gone in search of water and food, and will return to the village in a short time, and will pick him up when the time comes. ”

Yang Fan first politely replied to the temple wishes, and then pointed to the scene and said: "Besides, there are still things here that have not been resolved, what does the old gentleman think?"

Because of the intervention of Yang Fan and the others, the tension in the field has eased a lot, but it is still clear.

Lao Miaozhu looked left and right, but he didn't care, walked directly to Baili Luliang's side, and whispered a few words in the ear of the angry village chief.

I don't know what the two said, but after seeing the fat village chief with a big belly and a few people thoughtfully, he ignored the bear hunters and began to greet and comfort the villagers.

"Scattered, the one who helped Lai Liu up and sent him home, the rest of the people all went home to count the cellar vegetables, and went to help dig the house with the strength, don't all be here, disperse quickly!"

Baili Luliang is still very prestigious in the village, and after a few words of peace, the villagers dispersed.

In addition to the condensed blood on the ground, and the half-collapsed walls, the hunter's hut was once again calm and deserted.

The impermanence that came down from the roof gave Pei Mu a hug.

And Tang Nianfan approached Yang Fan quietly, and passed the voice into the secret: "Senior brother, I don't think this is right. At that time, this old man was in the crowd, but he didn't stop the conflict, how could it be very abnormal, and invited us to stay in the village temple, I'm afraid there is a lot of article here. ”

"The soldiers will block, and the water will cover the earth. ”

Yang Fan's face was impassive, and he also replied: "At least this conflict has been mediated, and the villagers have also begun to rescue the disaster." When Tianyu returns, we will have more information, and it will not be too late to figure out how to do it then. ”

"Okay, listen to the elder brother. ”

Tang Nianfan bowed slightly: "As long as a few of us are together, this old guy won't be able to make any waves!"

Not long after, Tang Tianyu entered the village, joined Yang Fan and others, and the three of them went to Stone Beach together.

Pei Mu didn't go with them, because Baili Impermanence wanted to invite him to eat meat, and he was willing to accept him to live with him.

Stained with the light of their teammates, the three of them each received a wolverine's leg, and finally solved today's diet problem.

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Qianxi Village Temple, worship is Wuhao Shangshen (that is, Wuhao Shenjun, one of the gods of the Shenting Pillar), belonging to the branch of Zhongluan Temple.

When he was a teenager, Baili Qiu Xin was baptized and served in the temple of Luanzhou City, and then became the temple of Qianxi Village, spreading mercy and grace to the god Wuhao.

But after so many years, nothing gratifying has been achieved.

This is certainly related to the remoteness and self-defense of Qianxi Village, but it also shows that the attraction of this old god itself is not strong, after all, believers are also people, and people like the new and hate the old.

People are more willing to praise the glory of the new gods than the great gods of the ancients.

The conditions of the village temple, where there are few people in Jin, are naturally not much stronger.

The three people who were led to the rocky beach could clearly see that the building in front of them was not so much a temple as a ventilated ancestral hall.

The only one who can get his hands on it is the golden crow beast enshrined in the temple, dressed in a tungsten gold robe, holding a vast smoke wave map in his left hand, holding a void scepter in his right hand, wearing a large sun wheel crown on his head, with ten wings on his back and a three-foot statue of Wuhao Divine Monarch with slightly constricted eyes.