It wasn't until the old man and the dog had come out of the hut that Yougen sat up from the hide.

Looking at the wheat stalks on the floor in front of him, Yougen let out a long sigh of relief.

"There is still a two-meter-wide animal skin in the Taoist temple. Muttering a few softly, one bent down and lifted his foot to pick up the hides on the ground.

Stroking the fluffy hair on the hide, there is a half-meter-long hide carefully folded into a square.

Clamp the block under the armpit of your left hand.

Then one of the roots lay down in the straw, unfurled the skin, and covered himself.

Looking at the empty roof, Yougen was silent for a while, and then whispered again: "I don't know if there is a bathhouse in this place, alas, it's time to change your clothes." ”

The afternoon sun was still blazing, and the snoring gradually began in the wooden house, and one of them fell asleep.

I slept very deeply.

When the sun sets, Root wakes up.

Hold your forehead and prop yourself up.

Yougen shook his still dizzy head, stood up, and walked to the door of the cabin.

The wooden door was opened inward.

The chalet faces west.

Facing the sunset.

Yougen looked up at the sunset in the twilight, completely unaware that he was bathed in a gorgeous sunset.

Step forward, where the foot is empty and fluffy.

Frowning, there is a root to look down.

At the foot of Arigen, a set of cloth clothes is stacked.

The material of the cloth is very fine.

There are many places on the pure blue fabric that are white, and it can be seen that the cloth clothes are often scrubbed.

Yougen smiled knowingly and picked up the cloth under his feet.

After walking back to the wooden house and changing into a cloth suit, Arigen opened the wooden door again.

"Master Daoist, did you sleep well, do your clothes fit?"

The mayor stood in the hallway outside the door, bent over with a smile on his face.

"I slept well and my clothes fit well, so Uncle Lao bothered. ”

"The Taoist master is polite, this is what we should do, what else does the Taoist master need, just ask. ”

"Old man, is there a bathroom here? This is the place to take a bath, to wash the body. Inevitably, the old man will be mistaken, and there is a pair of hands on his body to make continuous gestures.

The old man blinked, and asked with some uncertainty, "Does the Taoist master want to wash his body?"

Hearing this, Yougen was overjoyed and hurriedly replied: "Yes, that's what I meant." ”

Then, Arigen was taken by the mayor to a well in the town.

The well was built in a pavilion and was blocked by a wooden shed on all sides.

The skeleton of the roof of the pavilion is made of wood and covered with thick dead grass.

The wellhead is rounded.

There is a lot of water in the well, which overflows to the edge of the well.

One looked into the well and clearly saw the calm water that stayed in the well, without waves.

The well water is muddy and green.

There are wooden basins in the water.

There is a brush in the basin.

There are countless wooden sticks stuck in the wooden brush head.

Countless wooden skewers form countless heads on the back of the brush head.

The old man picked up the brush in the basin and walked to Yougen with both hands.

After a moment of silence, Yougen took the brush handed by the old man.

"Thank you, sir. ”

Holding the brush, Yougen smiled at the old man.

The smile was bitter.

"You're welcome, you're welcome, the Taoist master is washing slowly, washing slowly. The old man bent down and stepped back as he spoke, and when Yougen walked into the pavilion, the old man left with great interest.

Yougen closed the wooden door, took off his robe, and directly made a basin of water to rinse his body.

The well water was splashed on the body of the root.

Then, one of them began to sneeze.

Fight non-stop.

While sneezing, Yougen quickly poured well water into his body with a wooden basin.

In an instant, three basins were poured.

Then, Arigen quickly rubbed the skin off his body with his hands.

After rubbing for a while, Yougen hit another basin of well water, carefully washed away the black mud on his body, put on his clothes in a very short time, and ran out of the pavilion as if flying.

Rushing into the cabin where he was hosted, Root quickly scurried into the dead stalks that lay on the ground.

Curled up in the withered grass, his face was blue and his lips were trembling, and he was genuinely deeply worried about the future.

"Master Daoist, have you finished washing? When it's time for dinner, we have set up a banquet for the Taoist Master in the town, and please enjoy it. ”

In front of the door of the wooden house, the hoarse voice of the old man of the mayor of the border town came.

As soon as the old man finished speaking, the wooden door in front of him opened.

A red-faced, radiant Arigen stood behind the door.

Stand in front of the old man.

"Old man, I'll tidy up my clothes first, and then I'll go. ”

"Okay. The old man, who was not suspicious, nodded, and turned to leave.

The wooden door was closed again, and the red tide on Yougen's face quickly faded.

Then, Arigen breathed a long sigh of relief.

Then, one of them vomited a mouthful of blood.

Wiping away the blood left at the corners of his mouth with his palm, Yougen frowned, and secretly thought: I don't know the veins of luck, and it is really not good to forcibly use the vitality.

After tidying up the cloth robe on his body, Yougen reopened the wooden door and walked out of the wooden house.

The border town set up a long table at the door of the wooden house for Yougen, and several benches were placed around the long table.

The benches were full of people.

Yougen walked over to the long table, and all the people on the bench got up.

"Hello Taoist!"

The youngest person standing at the long table was a dog with a black face and beard.

The age of roots, twenty-eight years old.

The dog is Chinese New Year's Eve this year.

Facing a group of townsfolk who were mostly gray, but bent down to worship him.

With a smile on his face, an unprecedented sense of guilt welled up in his heart.

But Yougen still didn't move, but his smile remained unchanged, and he threw off his sleeves in a chic manner.

"The Zhongqing family is flat. ”

"Daoist, who are you?" the old man, who was the mayor of the town, raised his head and asked suspiciously.

"Well, let's take a seat. ”

One sat down on the only one, alone on the bench at the long table, palms raised in front of him, a smile on his face.

Hearing this, the look of doubt on the old man's face did not decrease but increased, and he asked again, "Daoist, do you want us to sit down?"

"......" was speechless for a moment, and the expression on his face was a little numb, and he nodded.

Everyone sat back in their seats.

"Come, come, come. As soon as the group sat down, the mayor stood up again and held up the brown porcelain bowl towards Yougen.

"The Taoist master came from afar, and everyone saluted the Taoist master for a bowl. ”

The townspeople who were sitting around the long table got up again, picked up the porcelain bowl on the table in front of him, and saluted Yougen together.

Facing the townspeople who were holding the porcelain bowl in his hand and saluting him, Yougen got up from his seat and picked it up and placed it in front of him, which was completely different from the townspeople's hands, and the only porcelain bowl on the table was pure white.

The white porcelain bowl is filled with a liquid that exudes a faint smell of wine.

The liquid is brownish-yellow in color.

There are also some fine particles in it.

The black particles are suspended in the liquid, and the faint aroma of the wine is mixed with a clear musty smell.