"You, what's the matter with you?" Arigen looked at the townsfolk kneeling around him, completely overwhelmed.

"The Taoist master doesn't know. The mayor of the town lay on the ground, raised his head, tears welled up in his eyes, and cried sadly: "Since the establishment of the border town, the guests from the grassland, the Taoist master is the only one, old and eyeless, and he mistakenly regarded the Taoist master as an evil demon before, please forgive the Taoist master, please forgive the Taoist master!"

With that, the mayor bowed his head, buried his face in the dirt, and sobbed.

The rest of the townsfolk also buried themselves in the earth as the mayor lowered his head.

"......" Yougen looked at the townspeople around him speechlessly, lifted his cuffs half-loudly, and said confidently: "I forgive you for your innocence." ”

Hearing this, the mayor raised his head and looked up at Yougen cautiously, with a puzzled look on his face.

"I'm sorry, this scene is so appropriate. Yougen smiled, waved his hand, and continued, "I mean, you all get up." ”

The answer was rooted in countless sobs.

Now not only the mayor was crying, but the townspeople were crying too.

“...... Well, I forgive you for your innocence. ”

Squatting down, Yougen took the mayor's arms and helped him up.

His face, covered with age spots and wrinkles, was now covered with wet mud.

Looking at the flower face of the person in front of him, Yougen couldn't help but laugh and said, "That, you clean up the mud on your face." ”

Turning his head, Yougen looked at the townsfolk beside him who were still burying their faces in the dirt, and said with a smile, "Get up too." ”

The townsfolk didn't get up.

Arigen turned his gaze to the mayor, who was cleaning his cheeks.

"Didn't you hear what the Taoist Master said?

Noticing Yougen's gaze, the old farmer hurriedly shouted.

The townsfolk who gathered around the roots stood up one after another.

After the townspeople got up, Yougen looked at the mayor who had cleaned his cheeks with a puzzled expression, and asked, "Old man, how do you tell that I am not an evil demon?"

The Taoist master laughed, whether it is an evil demon or an evil way of cultivating demons, the vitality used is more or less bloody and demonic, and the Taoist master's vitality is pure and peaceful, and it is bright and yellow, which is still easy to distinguish. ”

Hearing this, Yougen nodded, touched his chin and thought for a while, and then asked with some expectation: "Then, old man, can I spend the night here today?"

"Of course it's no problem, it's no problem for the Taoist master to stay for as long as he wants. ”

Then, surrounded by the townspeople behind him, Yougen was led by the old farmer who was the mayor of the town and walked into the border town.

It was introduced to the largest house in town.

It was a wooden house.

The bottom of the house is supported by wooden sticks, and the house is made of wood.

There is a stove in the house.

The stove was made of tiles and rubble, and there was only a little burnt and blackened firewood in it.

There is an animal skin on the floor in front of the stove.

The hides are green in color and have many spots on them.

The spots are white.

On the wooden beams of the house, a beast's head hangs.

The head of the beast has been specially treated, and only the bones of the beast can be seen.

One was invited to sit on the hide.

The mayor shouted to the middle-aged man in the crowd, "Dog, tell the mother-in-law to pick up some meat." ”

"Yes. ”

The middle-aged man ran out.

Listening to the conversation between the mayor and the middle-aged man, Yougen's eyes lit up, and he secretly swallowed and spit.

During the more than 20 days of non-stop trekking in the suburbs, Yougen was nostalgic for soup and salt all the time.

The Huangwai Sect is worshiped by the three towns, and there is no shortage of ingredients.

So, Yougen had an illusion.

Reality tells Yougen that the border town is not a wilderness.

When the observant mayor held two wooden basins and held them to the floor in front of Yougen.

Excited, Yougen quickly picked up the wooden spoon in the basin, scooped up the soup, and took a big sip.

A viscous and odorless liquid that runs down the throat and into the stomach.

Yougen pondered for a moment, pursed his mouth, and asked the old farmer, "What kind of soup is this?"

"Fish soup. ”

"What fish?"

"River fish, caught this morning. ”

"Did you put salt?"

"Let it go. ”

"What salt to put in. ”

"Yellow salt. ”

Hearing this, an ominous premonition appeared on Yougen's face, and he asked, "What kind of salt is that?"

"Yellow salt, the salt that has been milled from the stones, the kind of salt we have always eaten. ”

Ground down from stone.

From the stones......

Yougen clutched his stomach, and the corners of his eyes began to twitch.

After a moment of silence, Yougen put the spoon back into the basin, pointed to another wooden basin, and asked, "What's in it?"

"Wheat soup. ”

"What do you boil it for?"

"Grains of wheat. ”

On the clear and transparent soup, you can clearly see the reflection of the roof, and at the bottom of the soup, a pile of yellow particles lies quietly.

Taking out the spoon from another basin, one of them put a frown into the wheat soup and stirred it vigorously.

Looking at the particles that were stirred up by the wooden spoon and floated on the soup noodles, Yougen was silent for a moment.

With his right hand on his forehead, Yougen closed his eyes and said, "I suddenly feel so tired now, old man, can you lend me a bed and let me rest?"

"That, Daoist, what is the bed?" Hearing this, the old farmer kneeling opposite Yougen, his white eyebrows tightly squeezed together.

Hearing this, Yougen opened his eyes, rubbed his forehead vigorously, and spoke again: "Old man, is there a place to rest, I want to rest for a while." ”

"Oh, Daoist, this is it. ”

"......" lowered his head, and Yougen looked at the animal skin that was sitting on him, only half a meter long.

"I mean, where you sleep. ”

"This is it, the Taoist Master is going to rest? I'll have someone go and bring a pile of dry poles for the Taoist Master. With that, the old peasant got up from the ground and walked out quickly.

Looking at the back of the old farmer running out of the wooden house in a hurry, the muscles on one side began to twitch.

After more than ten minutes, the old farmer returned.

The old farmer was followed by the dogs.

Both of them were holding a large pile of dry wheat stalks in their hands.

In the two piles of wheat stalks, there are also two tree trunks.

The round trunks are each the size of a fist, the length of an arm, and the bark is peeled clean and boiled in water.

The dog and the old farmer piled the dead stalks together beside Yougen and laid them flat.

Then, place the trunks side by side on the wheat stalks.

The old farmer walked up to Yougen with the dog, bent down respectfully, and said, "Daoist, you can rest." ”

"......" looked at the wheat stalks that covered half of the house in silence, and after a while, Yougen turned his head to the old farmer standing in front of him, and said solemnly: "Whose house is this house?

"This house used to be built to entertain guests, and the Taoist master only lived here. ”

Hearing this, Yougen felt a little relieved, nodded, and said, "Then I'll bother." ”

"The Taoist master is polite, polite, this is our blessing. Kicking a smiling dog beside him, the old farmer picked up the wooden basin on the floor and walked out the door.

"The Taoist master has had a hard time all the way, please rest slowly. ”