The village chief and the others will also be doomed when they arrive, but they have long expected this catastrophe, so they have collected countless double-sided coins over the years, and used the power of the law inside to create a special yin weapon, as long as they get it, they can escape during the catastrophe.

Naturally, the village chief would not hand over such a fatal thing easily, Jin Chaoqun was restricted by Wolong's inability to do anything with those guards, and the matter of killing people and seizing treasures could only be handed over to Fang Baiyu, who was still a foreigner.

"How do you know I can kill the village chief? A bowl of sesame paste quickly bottomed out, and the young man remembered the words between him and the Taoist priest when they parted.

"Hehe, I don't know, it's the same as I didn't know you could kill Song Jiang. Jin Chaoqun smiled like a hungry dog: "People don't need to know too much sometimes, as long as you know that you have to do it, maybe there will be a solution." ”

"Brother Fang, I'm going to close the stall. There was a low call in his ears, and the Taoist priest's underbeaten face turned into Zhang San's honest face.

Zhang San is really an honest man, not only honest but also diligent, there is a wife at home who is as simple as him, Zhang San sells tea and eggs during the day and comes out to sell sesame paste when he catches up with the night market, and his daughter-in-law raises chickens and weaves cloth at home, and they don't know how many years ago they became puppets? Unfortunately, this kind of beauty of male ploughing and female weaving is just a dream.

"I won't delay the third brother to go home to accompany his daughter-in-law. Fang Baiyu's heart was sour for no reason, and he took out a one-sided coin from his arms and handed it to Zhang San, the things sold by honest people are all at the same price, and the sesame paste is also two rice coins.

"Brother Fang is young and a talent, and he will meet your fate in the future. Zhang San smiled and joked with the young man, picked up the burden and went home.

The appointed time has not yet arrived, Fang Baiyu walked around the night market, there are people everywhere around him, maybe the village chief is among them, but the young man really can't see which is the hidden big boss with the naked eye.

"Little brother. Someone next to him suddenly pulled his sleeve.

Could it be that the village chief knew his intention to kill the door? Good coming, Fang Baiyu turned around with a murderous face, Lao Tzu has been waiting for you for a long time.

"What do you want to do?" It was a white-bearded old man who pulled the young man, and it was originally Fang Baiyu who he took the initiative to pull, but the young man's expression was too scary, but it scared him.

"It's okay, don't be nervous. When Fang Baiyu was not sick, he also knew that he respected the old and loved the young, and when he saw the old man's face that he was about to have a heart attack, he hurriedly comforted him.

"Do you want to buy a mask? The old man, seeing that the young man was very talkative, quickly raised a mask in his hand and sold it to him.

"Zishi?" Fang Baiyu looked confused.

"It seems that the little brother is not a local. The old man looked at him puzzled, pointed to the masks in his hands and explained them one by one: "Every year Qixi Festival is also called Halloween, you look at the four masks in my hands, the white and green fangs are Shura, the red one-horned is the Fire King, the bewitching and beautiful is the Rakshasas, and the big eyes are the Yakshasas. ”

"It's okay if you don't wear it, right?" These masks are all oil paint painted with bakelite, shoddy and very low-looking, and the young man didn't want to spend money to buy guilt and hurriedly excused himself.

"Little brother is not busy leaving. How can I let it go easily when I finally caught a Kaizi, the old man stopped him and continued: "Little brother doesn't know, what I sell is not a mask, it's fate." ”

"Still don't. Fang Baiyu raised his feet and left, this old man looked like a psychopath, how unlucky does a person have to be to have a relationship with ghosts?

"Little brother, you see that there are a lot of people selling masks at this gathering, but they can't escape these four styles, just for the sake of a good reunion when the time comes. The old man who sold the mask refused to give up, and the young man walked in front of him, and he followed behind, and with the old man's tongue, Fang Bai Yu also knew what the customs of this Shengdou Village were.

The four masks represent love and hatred, which is related to a local mythological story, Shura and Yaksha are a husband and wife and the owner of the wounded city, and the fire king and the rakshasa are brother and sister, the fire king wants to be the lord of the wounded city but he is not Shura's opponent, so he asked the rakshasa to seduce Shura, who did not control the belt of his trousers, and made a mistake that men will make.

Yaksha left her husband in a fit of rage, and Shura and Rakshasa were in a mess every day, and once after getting drunk, the Fire King and Rakshasa joined forces to cut off his head.

Yaksha got the news and desperately snatched Shura's corpse, she begged the gods to resurrect her husband, and the gods didn't want to agree, so they gave her a seed of Manju Sawa and told the Yaksha to come when the flowers bloomed.

"And then? Yaksha saved her husband, and she and Shura lived happily together?" Hearing this, the young man couldn't help but interrupt the old man's words, typical routines, is there such a third-rate novelist in the Ming Realm?

"It's hard to recover. The old man shook his head unexpectedly: "That kind of seed is fried by the gods, how can the ripe seeds bloom? ”

"Is this festival here to commemorate this story?" the old man didn't say that Fang Baiyu hadn't discovered it yet, all the lanterns in the night market were a pattern, and a crying woman knelt on the ground among the thousands of flowers, and a green bud stretched out from the soil in front of her, but the buds were deep and refused to open.

"Manju Sawa blooms once a year, and legend has it that every year at this time of year, the Yaksha mingles in the crowd looking for the reincarnation of her husband. ”

The old man smiled ambiguously: "When the son arrives, the young men and women put on masks, the unmarried wear Shura and Rakshasas, and those who already have lovers bring Yaksha and the Fire King, and if the first two look at each other, they can go to the small forest to pull hands." ”

Fang Baiyu looked in the direction of the other party's mouth, and sure enough, there was a small forest not far from the night market, and some young men and women who didn't know when they hooked up with each other were already wandering outside the woods with masks in their hands, and they were waiting for the time to sprint into the woods.

"Rubbing with a mask ... "The boy feels that this other world is actually very beautiful.

"Little brother, buy a mask of Shura, young people will forgive them if they make some mistakes. The old man handed Fang Baiyu a Shura mask, but was pushed away by the young man.

"No, give me a mask of the Fire King. "The time agreed with the Taoist priest is also a child, Fang Baiyu is busy killing people and can only let go of this opportunity to end his virgin career, but since everyone will wear masks for a while, of course he will also buy one, and a good killer should not show off.

"Could it be that I saw it wrong?" the young man left, and the old man looked at his back suspiciously with three single-sided coins in his hand, obviously it was a pure pervert?

"Wow. "The river is constantly coming downstream, and the occasional wave of rocks on the river's edge is a ripple.

Jin Chaoqun came to the place where he fished Fang Baiyu again, and there was a man like an iron tower standing next to the Taoist priest, the man was in a vest and shorts, and he was holding a hammer in his hand, full of vicissitudes of life, such a person was either a thug or a blacksmith, and he was both, he was called the only blacksmith in Yang Thug Shengdou Village.

"The time I agreed with Fang Baiyu is the time of the child, and now there is less than a time to match the time, we must kill the land lord first. "Daoist Jin didn't bring a fishing rod today, but the middle-aged man's eyes have been staring at the lake, and he knows that a big fish will come there soon.

"Is it worth it?" Yang Mob sighed, Jin Chaoqun actually didn't tell Fang Baiyu the truth, it's not that they, the cultivators who didn't become puppets because of bribing the village chief, can't do anything with the defenders, it's just that the price is too great.

"It's too late for you to quit now. "The Taoist priest is not a person who is good at making chicken soup, he did not persuade Fang Baiyu during the day, and he will not persuade the blacksmith now.

"You know I have to fight for Doudou, and if I die this time, you don't tell him anything. ”

Blacksmith Yang smiled bitterly, he had long known this person's temper and what he was expecting.

"The wind is coming. Jin Chaoqun closed his eyes and pinched his fingers to calculate a few times, and suddenly pointed to a place, and a small boat was fluttering down from the upstream in that direction.

It was a west wind tonight, and the man on the boat also had a Western character in his name, he was tall and dressed in brocade clothes, and he took out a fan in his right hand and posed it, but a pair of beautiful eyes looked at the sky above him.

There were unforeseen circumstances in the sky, and the stars were twinkling just now, but now the clouds were thick, and the drizzle was falling from the sky.