Chapter 162 When did you miss it?

Smoke curls from the villages in the mountains, this kind of human smoke and mountains and forests, the setting sun and mountains, the autumn wind and fallen leaves, and the sky in the distant mountains, which is dim and tinged with bright red.

There are villagers carrying hoes and smoking dry tobacco on the edge of the fields.

There are also children who stayed behind in mountain villages and returned from herding cattle. They lay on the green cattle and walked very slowly.

The female Sword Immortal of Shushan took a look and found that among the twenty-eight practitioners who snatched the immortal's remains, she was the most Buddhist.

When I have time or no time, I just go to someone’s house, get a small bench, sit and watch TV, have a meal, etc.

If her elders hadn't asked her to come, she wouldn't have bothered to go to Shangadali, so she could have come by herself if she wanted. As a result, it seemed that the famous celebrities in the world had made an agreement and all asked the juniors to come.

"Crack-"

She was chopping firewood, so she couldn't just do nothing and eat and drink for free.

The young couple squatting next to her were watching her chop wood.

The setting sun was filled with red mist, and the atmosphere of the mountain village was dense. She held a long sword and cut it into two pieces. If she hadn't considered that it would make the two fellow villagers feel strange, she would have cut it into eight pieces with the same thickness.

But she completely didn’t realize that a man wearing a high school uniform came to a mountain village, brought with him a simple long sword, and cut a wooden stake in half that an adult man would have to chop several times with one sword. This was already very unusual in modern times.

Strange thing.

The female sword fairy glanced at the two people next to her without any trace. Seeing that they didn't find it strange, she nodded secretly, feeling that she was not exposed, and continued to chop wood.

The stove burning firewood holds the memorial tablet of the Kitchen Lord, and the firewood below the stove makes a crackling sound.

Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year. On every first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, incense is burned. My aunt takes care of this at home.

The little zombie answered the phone, put his hands to his ears, listened, and nodded.

"Hello? Oh, I got it. Don't worry, aunt."

"Yes, it's okay."

After hanging up the phone, she said unreasonably to Feng: "Auntie and the others will be busy with work later today. Let's eat by ourselves first and worship God."

Regarding the land, kitchen god, door god, and five directions, the south treats these more traditionally than the Central Plains, or they are superstitious. They may not necessarily believe in Buddhism or Taoism, but they definitely believe in ghosts, gods, and ancestors, and have their own set of worship traditions.

The master and the apprentice felt a little resentful every time they looked at the stove. It was not a deep hatred, but they did form a bridge.

If my uncle and aunt knew that the Kitchen God whom they worshiped every time during the New Year holidays was actually a grudge against their great nephew, they would not know what their expressions would be like.

Burning firewood to cook, the two people in the room were stunned and had dinner. The cold-faced sword fairy looked satisfied after eating.

Feng Wuli felt that this girl was a single-threaded creature with a straightforward personality, without any flaws.

When people deal with problems, they react based on many considerations, but she seems to be dealing with it from her lowest level of logic, which makes her seem unique.

Such people live the most comfortable lives without worrying about anything. They are transparent.

"Sister, how much does this meal cost?" she said in a Sichuan accent.

"No, you've been chopping firewood for us all afternoon."

"Okay, sister."

The female sword fairy was watching TV with her bowl in her hands, and would take a bite of rice from time to time. During the day, when other people went to look for the fairy, she would ruin it.

After dinner, Feng Wuli and Wang Xilou cleaned up the dishes and offered incense to the gods for their aunt.

Worship all the way to the stove.

The master and apprentice were huddled in front of the stove, looking a little uncomfortable.

"Eat, eat, go on."

The little zombie impatiently inserted three sticks of incense.

The paper of the statue seemed to be alive, its eyes were a little lively, and it blinked, and then the person on the paper actually stretched.

At this moment, a group of people in the Partridge House were stunned, and a sense of gaze from the clouds just enveloped the entire village.

Shengqing, who was watching TV and drinking Coke in the living room, blinked, smiled and ignored it.

The female swordsman who was watching a TV series in the living room looked around blankly.

The god Tu Yulei on the door also came to life. He poked his head around to look inside the house. When he saw the god in the living room, he said hello to the adults. Shengqing waved his hand and asked them to go back.

No one in the kitchen knew about this series of chain reactions.

The fairy on the paper yawned. He just felt something calling him here. He thought it was some incense temple, but he didn't expect it to be a small stove.

He was stunned. A small incense burner could make him feel something. Is that a hemp thing? Which immortal called him?

Then I saw a man and a woman in front of the stove.

"..."

There is a dull pain in the eye socket.

He raised his middle finger and went back silently.

The fairy on the paper is frozen in a very unqualified action. It would be great if my uncle and aunt came back to see it.

The little zombie lit another stick of incense on the spot.

The paper fairy found himself back again.

The practitioners in the small village suddenly felt like they were facing a formidable enemy.

When the fairy on paper saw that it was here again, he was stunned and came again? These two people had something to do with him, so he had to take care of it.

Wang Xilou said with an annoyed look on his face: "Don't do this, this stove belongs to my uncle, take your middle finger back!"

"..."

The old god on the paper looked speechless and put his hands together again, but his face didn't look very good, and then he became calm again.

Feng Wuli scratched his head, "Did you feel that something was wrong with his expression? He was kind and kind just now, but now he has a straight face."

"It seems to be true."

The little zombie gave him another stick of incense.

"..."

The fairy on the paper blinked.

Are these two people sick?

"Don't show such a stinky face. Aren't you a god? Do you understand service with a smile? You don't have a nice face towards us. This is the home of your believers. What do you mean by such a stinky face?"

"..."

The god on the paper pulled his face, tried hard to put on a kind-looking face, and left in an instant.

Feng Wuli still felt that something was not right and scratched his chin: "It's too forced. That smile."

"Master thinks so too."

"Tell him to come back and smile again."

"Go and get the incense. This old boy won't leave until he smiles and satisfies us both."

Master and disciple took turns taking turns, and all the practitioners in the small mountain village were shocked tonight, not knowing what was going on.

Shengqing was watching a popular TV show and didn't understand what the two were playing in the kitchen, so he went over to join in the fun, the pictures were fresh and he burned incense, and he left with great joy.

Feng Wuli finally discovered it. He always felt that there was something wrong with this ghost. He liked to take a hand in everything. On the surface, he was calm and gentle, but in fact, he had the attributes of a bastard.

The two had a great time. In front of the portrait of Lord Zao, Wang Xilou raised his elbow against the wind and asked, "What's this old guy doing?"

"Let's do this for now. I'll go to the town tomorrow to buy a statue of Kitchen Lord and put it back on it."

"It can only be this way."

The master and apprentice turned around and left. At this time, only the background of the portrait of Kitchen God in front of the stove was left. The god in the portrait had disappeared, but if you look carefully, you will find a figure squatting in the corner.

This old god can't afford to play anymore. Wasn't he very good back then? Why doesn't he fly over to deal with them now?

It was dark at night.

The master and apprentice went outside and found that all the masters of martial arts who had hid in the partridge room came out with bewildered expressions on their faces.

The master glanced at it: "What is this for?"

The apprentice also took a look and said, "I don't know. Why don't you get up at night?"

"Have you finished your homework?"

"..."

The group of martial arts masters outside did not know what kind of stimulation they received. The wind was usually the strongest at night, so they braved the wind and ran into the forest, as if immortals had legs and suddenly ran out.

Shengqing beside him had already poured himself tea in a familiar manner, and sat on the solid wood Taishi chair next to him to watch TV.

Wang Xilou took the nail clippers to cut his nails. After cutting, he didn't seem to be satisfied. He first grabbed Feng Wuli's left hand and cut it, snap, snap. After cutting, he smoothed it for him. Feng Wuli complained that she was slow.

"Don't rush me."

"I can just cut it myself."
To be continued...