Just like on Earth, the place that can be called Laolongkou is due to its favorable terrain.
This village is called Laolongkou. It got its name because there is a waterfall nearby that spurts out from the cliff like a green dragon spitting water.
This fishing village is surrounded by mountains and rivers. It was originally composed of green hills on both sides, sandwiched between a large river called Tuntuo River. However, after passing through Laolongkou, the terrain suddenly became flat and converged into a huge lake. The scenery is very beautiful, fish and shrimp are prosperous, and you can live and work in peace and contentment.
On the second day after Yan Xi arrived at Laolongkou, he heard someone say that several people had died in the village. They all went out to fish and never came back.
Someone went searching, but only found a few fishing boats. The fishing nets were all there, but the people were missing.
The disappearance of people is strange, and legends of evil ghosts cannibalizing people appear frequently. They say that there is a water ghost nearby, with a vicious temper, and it likes to target young people, take advantage of people's unpreparedness, drag them into the water and bite them to death.
Although Yan Xi felt that the water ghost thing seemed a bit inconsistent with the story line, the story line only talked about encountering evil ghosts and cannibals, and did not mention the types of evil ghosts. He hesitated for a while, but decided to stay and settle the matter.
Find out clearly, lest the story of the unknown swordsman happens here, but you miss it in vain, and you are unable to join the swordsman's court.
Yan Xi and Yuechi are both Taoist priests, and their professional advantages soon became apparent.
He walked around the village, and when he returned to the fisherman's house where he was staying, more than ten people had already come over. An old man who looked like an elder in the village came up tremblingly and asked: "Dare you ask the Taoist priest, if you know how to do it?"
Ghost hunting?”
Yuechi glanced at the second senior brother and thought to himself: "I probably won't, but I can't be the first to answer when the senior brother comes to answer."
Gu Xixi was also very curious. Although she was born in the demon clan and had a simpler temperament than ordinary girls, she was still smart and smart. She had already noticed that Yan Xi had something on his mind. He asked a lot about various anecdotes along the way and smiled to see how Yan Xi was doing.
response.
Yan Xi coughed lightly and said, "I know a little bit, but I'm not good at it."
He can't say he doesn't know how to do it, nor can he say he's very good at it. He leaves three points of leeway when speaking.
This is a habit left behind when writing online articles, so as to avoid mistakes being caught by careful readers. Write the details vaguely, and you can still argue with the readers.
The elderly-looking old man looked happy and said: "Old man Huang Xian is the head of this village. Today I saw the Taoist Priest asking about evil spirits. I guessed that the Taoist Priest must have the ability to subjugate and eliminate demons."
"There has been a tragic incident in our village recently. I hope that the little Taoist leader will take action to kill the water ghosts that are wreaking havoc in our village and avenge the unjust deaths of those in my village."
Yan Xi said with a smile: "If you can do it within your ability, you will definitely do it."
As soon as the old man Huang Xian waved his hand, several young men came up with a plate of broken silver, about twenty or thirty taels, and said: "The fishing village is poor, there is no money, only a few things, Wanwang Xiaodao doesn't want it."
dislike."
Yan Xi touched his chin, laughed, and said: "Our brothers and sisters are serious monks, but we cannot accept money from others. Mr. Huang Xian just took the money."
How could Huang Xian be willing to take it back?
The two of them gave in for a while, and Yan Xi said: "I really can't accept the money. If Mr. Huang is really too kind to refuse, why don't we give him some unused antiques from the village."
"The magic we practice requires ancient things. The older they are, the more effective they are."
“It doesn’t need to be anything valuable, it’s best if it’s something that has been used at home for many years and has been discarded for a long time.”
Yan Xi has money in his hands and looks down on these scraps of money, but he has a background in writing Internet articles, and he wrote the missing parts so well that he has already received a professional response.
He didn't expect to get any treasures in this small fishing village. Anyway, he just hit the jujubes randomly.
There is some kind of treasure, and the protagonist inadvertently acquires it. In the online novel, it is a plot that Zeng pursues.
If not, it doesn't hurt, readers will feel that this down-to-earth plot is relatively real.
Yuechi thought: "Master didn't pass down any magic, let alone, it requires ancient ancient artifacts to practice."
"Did the master secretly pass on the secret technique to the second senior brother alone? Or is the second senior brother lying?"
The little pendant glanced at Gu Xixi, and saw that the junior sister was suppressing a smile. When he saw it, she couldn't help it any longer, and went into the room to snicker.
Huang Xian, an old man, hesitated for a moment, but immediately agreed and told the villagers to go home and look for any old things and send them over as soon as possible.
The fishing village of Laolongkou is quite old, and villagers have been living here for hundreds of years.
But in an ordinary fishing village, where are the antiquities?
Half an hour later, Yan Xi received a fishing net that had been rotten for fifty years, odd-shaped broken pottery pots fished out of the river, stools that had been used for an unknown period of time, and all kinds of mess.
He looked big, but he could only accept it with a smile, and promised the villagers to search for the water ghost the next morning to eliminate this harm to the village.
Huang Xian also called away all the fishermen they were staying in, and ordered them to stay at relatives' homes, and vacated the house for Yan Xi and three other people. The villagers also brought food to them, including fresh fatty fish, yellow rice stewed rice, and
Some vegetable stuff.
In the evening, they visited the three brothers and sisters in Xuanlou and exchanged their practice experiences. Yuechi taught Gu Xixi the art of breathing and breathing, and Gu Xixi taught Yan Xi the white ape boxing technique. Yuechi looked at the pile of debris in the yard and said, "Let's
Xuanlou Temple, does it really have this kind of magic?"
Yan Xi shook his head and said: "Where can there be such a magic in the world? I just feel that these villagers are kind and unwilling to feel at ease if they don't accept something."
"These sundries are not very valuable and will not harm them."
"I'm afraid those dozens of taels of silver were collected by each household. We took them, but I don't know how many people had to save money on food and clothing."
Yuechi nodded frequently to show that he understood.
Even Gu Xixi was in awe and had a new understanding of the noble sentiments of the second senior brother.
Yan Xi is naturally not so noble, but bragging about an ordinary thing and making it extremely meaningful is a basic skill for Internet writers.
He deceived his junior brothers and sisters, and was about to do his daily homework and practice breathing and breathing skills when he heard a hearty voice on the roof shouting: "The little Taoist priest is good!"
Yan Xi hurriedly jumped out and looked around, but there was no sign of anyone. He couldn't help but his heart was beating wildly, and he thought to himself: "But the unknown swordsman appeared?"
"Am I really in the right place?"
"I was just pretending to be cool, but I didn't expect to gain the favor of passers-by. Will it be helpful for my future apprenticeship?"
Yan Xi stood in the yard, thinking a lot. He was still not sure whether the person who came was the unknown swordsman. He didn't see the person who spoke again. He stood for a while and returned in frustration.
Seeing the complicated changes in his expression, Yuechi and Gu Xixi didn't dare to ask more questions. The three senior brothers and sisters practiced separately and spent the whole night in silence.
Early the next morning, Yan Xi was the first to wake up. He went out of the house and wanted to get some air, but saw a small puddle of water in the corner of the yard, and was slightly stunned.