The exorcist beans come from the custom of scattering and exorcisting ghosts by the Japanese Spring Equinox Festival. This custom first came from the Nuo chasing ceremony in China. Although there is no killing, as long as the beans are sprinkled, the house can be safe, and evil ghosts are difficult to come!

The bag of ghost-exorcist beans in Yan Xiaoyi's hand was the reward for the Nanbo family's ghost removal mission. Although this thing is overbearing, evil spirits with Level below level 45 cannot invade. However, ghost-exorcist beans are very targeted and only effective for evil spirits. The evil spirits are ghosts and evil spirits with too much resentment. They go beyond this category and don't care about ghost-exorcist teasing. Not long after Yan Xiaoyi got ghost-exorcist beans, they went to Kunlun to deal with monsters and monks. There is no place to use the magic weapon to exorcist fight, so Yan Xiaoyi had long forgotten this thing. The only thing that made Yan Xiaoyi glad was that he had always been with him, hanging Jack's peas on his waist, either left and right, otherwise Yan Xiaoyi would have finished playing this time.

The ghost-exorcist beans were effective, and Yan Xiaoyi did not hesitate. Anyway, a lot of them had been scattered. Yan Xiaoyi simply threw out all the ghost-exorcist beans and covered the last few meters away. Sure enough, the ghosts flying all over the sky and the evil spirits hiding in the mountain walls suddenly disappeared. Yan Xiaoyi naturally did not delay and quickly ran out of the gap.

After leaving the Thousand Illusion Realm, Yan Xiaoyi felt dizzy!

"Dog god..."

Before Yan Xiaoyi finished scolding, he fell straight downwards. The damn gap actually opened in mid-air.

thump!

Mud and water splashed everywhere, Yan Xiaoyi rubbed his butt and got up. He looked at himself and saw that it was a mud doll. He looked around and it turned out to be a large rice field.

"It's so bad luck..." Yan Xiaoyi lamented that he was not lucky, and crawled out of the rice fields in the mud, then his eyes lit up: "Watermelon!"

There was a big road in front of the rice field, and on the other side of the road was a large field of leaves. When you looked carefully, the leaves were covered with a round watermelon. Yan Xiaoyi's eyes suddenly lit up. Although he was not hungry in the mountains, the food that the little wild fox could find for Yan Xiaoyi was mostly astringent fruit. Otherwise, the rabbits, deer, pheasants and wild birds they hunted themselves were all first-class fresh wild game, but they were not tired of eating too much. This solid big watermelon has clear stripes. Yan Xiaoyi had another fierce battle just now, and his throat was so dry that he naturally drooled when he saw this large area of ​​watermelon field.

Without caring about the mud and water on his body, Yan Xiaoyi crawled into the watermelon sweetness with his hands and feet. He flicked his fingers twice, picked a crispy one, then pulled out the dog-legged scimitar from his waist, and cut the watermelon in half, revealing the bright red flesh. Yan Xiaoyi buried his head and bit it hard. It was so sweet, it was so quenching thirst. Yan Xiaoyi suddenly chewed it out, ruining three watermelons, and eating his stomach round. Then he looked satisfied. He fell to the sky and lay down into the watermelon sweetness.

Looking at the dazzling sunshine, I couldn't help but cover it with my hands, feeling warm, which made Yan Xiaoyi sigh, this is what it means to sleep when you eat, you are so satisfied, but at this time...

Bang!

A gunshot suddenly woke Yan Xiaoyi up and quickly raised his body. He looked up from the melon field and saw an old man wearing a hat, naked and half-short blue silk pants, holding a large horn with a large 38-shaped cover in his hand. He shot his gun into the sky, and immediately sprayed out smoke and dust, which was so black smoke rolling.

"Stop, melon thief, let you steal my watermelon. You melon thief, if you have the courage, don't run away..."

Yan Xiaoyi looked around and pointed at himself in surprise, then looked at the sweet potato skin on the ground...

"Misunderstanding, this is a misunderstanding!" Seeing the old man taking the 38th big cover, Yan Xiaoyi quickly took out the money from the system's backpack and said, "I'm not a melon thief, I'm a melon thief, I give money, I give money."

These days, money is indeed the best thing to use. The old man stopped and snatched Yan Xiaoyi's money. Then he looked at Yan Xiaoyi, with a look of suspicion.

Yan Xiaoyi looked at his mud and said dryly: "I was hit by a bandit and fell to the rice fields."

The old man nodded when he heard this, then jumped away suddenly, and pointed the Sanba Dagu at Yan Xiaoyi and said, "Knife, you have a knife."

"Hunting knife!" Yan Xiaoyi awkwardly picked up the dog-legged scimitar from the ground, danced a few times and said, "I was originally going to go into the mountains to play, this is a hunting knife for camping, well, for cutting branches."

The old man didn't know Nepalese scimitar. Seeing that the knife was quite wide and looked a bit like his hatchet, he didn't doubt it. He just took the 38th hood and slapped Yan Xiaoyi's waist and said, "What about this?"

Yan Xiaoyi was sweating coldly. How did the pistol explain? But thinking that the bullet inside seemed to have been used up, he gritted his teeth, pulled out the M1911 and fired a few shots at the side, making a "click" sound, then inserted it back into the holster, then moved the muzzle of the 38-large cover with his fingers and said, "Fake, toy, you are really true. Be careful of getting fire, it will kill people."

"I can't die!" The old man suddenly smiled, pulled the pole from his back and barreled it into the barrel twice, then pulled the trigger into the open space, and with a bang, a ball of black smoke was sprayed out of the muzzle, which made Yan Xiaoyi cover his nose. The old man grinned and said like a child: "The old thing left by my grandfather's generation is older than me. He smokes and can't kill the bullets, which scares the sparrows and the melon thieves."

Yan Xiaoyi laughed dryly, obviously not thinking that the old man's joke was funny.

"The countryside is in a remote area. The country said that the road was built, but the road was repaired and there were not many people. But there were a lot of more cars and road tyrants. You young man probably didn't read the calendar when you went out. You are unlucky..." The old man didn't know whether he was looking at the bills or was sure that Yan Xiaoyi was not a bad person. He suddenly became enthusiastic, pulled Yan Xiaoyi, and then picked a melon from the field and said, "Do you want to go to my house to sit?"

"That's great. If you can take a shower, change your clothes..." Yan Xiaoyi looked at his mud and said, "Of course, I will definitely give you money."

"What's the money!" The old man said unhappily: "You really think that old man is for those money. What's the matter for those who eat a few melons? The main thing is that you can't indulge those melon thieves. You're like a decent person, so you'll forget about it. Otherwise, do you think a few small money can bribe me? You'll still send you to the police station!"

"Cheng, Cheng, I'm not good, I can't speak." Yan Xiaoyi laughed and sarcastically confessed his mistake in the void, and then followed the old man and said, "No matter what, please feel free to be old, money, etc., just treat it as filial piety, and there is no other meaning."

The old man likes to hear this too much, and he doesn't care that it's dirty. He patted Yan Xiaoyi's shoulders, then carried the 38th cover and took Yan Xiaoyi to the main road beside the field.

There are farmland on both sides of the road, and everything is available. After walking for a while, Yan Xiaoyi saw a white-walled tile house, which was scattered and was built next to the farmland.

Yan Xiaoyi's father went to the countryside, but Yan Xiaoyi's generation was born in the city. No matter how rigorous the tutoring was, he would not send his son to the countryside. Therefore, looking at the village next to a large area of ​​farmland, Yan Xiaoyi also found it very interesting. Look left and right, it feels quite fresh.

After a while, the old man took Yan Xiaoyi into the yard with two in and two out of the yard, two mud tiled buildings, which looked like they were built by his own house.

"Come on, I'll give you clothes." The old man walked around the room, took out a white vest, threw it to Yan Xiaoyi and threw it to him: "Please wear it, cool."

Yan Xiaoyi took the clothes, looked around and said, "That...bathroom..."

"What's the bathroom?" The old man curled his lips and pointed to the ancient soul in the yard and said, "There is a way to carry water by yourself."

Yan Xiaoyi said in surprise: "Just wash in the yard?"

"Haha, what are you afraid of when you are hot in the yard?" the old man said for granted: "You are not uncaring."

Yan Xiaoyi has the urge to cry. Do you think he is talking like this? You can't wash your hand in front of you. I'm not a gay man, and I have lived for more than 20 years. Apart from being ignorant when I was a child and running naked, Yan Xiaoyi has never taken a bath in front of others. But seeing the old man's look on his face, Yan Xiaoyi also guessed that this place must be less particular. I guess everyone does this. As the saying goes, it's really hard to use the local customs. I grit my teeth and water it on my body. I just want to say it, just two words - happy!

Moreover, after this, his butt was gone anyway, and Yan Xiaoyi was able to let go. He hummed a little tune and took a shower with the well water. When he was bored, he would argue with the old man a few words, but at this moment, a sound of gongs and drums suddenly sounded outside the yard.

"Huh?" Yan Xiaoyi immediately said happily: "Is he going to get married?"

The gongs and drums were very familiar, and they were actually joyful. They often saw them in costume dramas. The joy that was created when gongs and drums were beaten during weddings, which made Yan Xiaoyi immediately interested. Now everyone gets married in wedding dresses. Apart from TV, there is no other authentic Chinese marriage. Yan Xiaoyi immediately wiped his body with a towel and was about to see the fun, but at this moment, he suddenly remembered a bell.

"There will be a mountain to respond to Hushan, and the water will be a water to welcome Hushui. The great righteousness will fall into the world, and the ghosts and monsters fall into the peak..."

Accompanied by the sound of the bell, there were bursts of shouts, which kept drifting with the wind and scattering in the countryside!

Yan Xiaoyi was happy again, more happy than before, and said to the old man: "When we were marrying a daughter, there were actually Taoist priests singing lyrics? And, what do we sing about this and what do we sing?"

Yan Xiaoyi only thought this was fun. While beating gongs and drums to get married, a Taoist priest was singing the lyrics. It was fun, but the old man had no fun expression at all. Seeing Yan Xiaoyi having fun there, he sighed deeply!
Chapter completed!