I Just Want To Be Quiet

The villager said immediately: "There is a house in the west of the village, which is quite large, and you people can live in it. It's just that the place has been uninhabited for a long time, so you have to clean up one or two by yourself."

Pei Ling nodded and said: "Thank you, can I bother Lao Zhang to lead the way?"

The villager responded and said, "The son will follow the old man."

Watching Pei Ling take the eight furnace tripods with the villagers to leave, the ancestor of the hill was relieved secretly, and immediately said, "Go!"

So many of them just now have been inexplicably confused, and now this village is very abnormal at first sight!

Moreover, this Kang Shaoyin is not only a natural teaching disciple, but also the true teaching of the magic door.

What kind of stuff is innately taught, who doesn't know about Wan Huihai's casual repair?

This magic door doesn't ask about aptitude, hard work, or xinxing... only by birth.

Since Kang Shaoyin can do the true teaching, his parents must be the middle and high-level teachers.

In the eyes of this kind of people, these casual cultivators are no different from pigs and dogs.

Even if it seems to be good to talk, what should I do if I suddenly become interested and go on a slaughter?

Therefore, they must leave this place as soon as possible no matter what.

However, the second child of Xiao’s four elders immediately shook his head and said, “The abnormality of this village is clear at a glance, and there is no concealment at all. We can all see this. Kang Shaoyin is a natural person. How can you not know the true teaching?"

"And now, instead of leaving, the other party plans to live here."

"It is very likely that he saw what opportunities are hidden in this village!"

The other four people were just preparing to evacuate as soon as possible, and they were immediately refreshed when they heard the words. That's right!

This inborn practice of teaching the true teachings is indeed very abnormal.

Maybe, in this village, there is really some chance.

Thinking of this, the five people quickly talked through voice transmission: "Kang Shaoyin is born to teach the truth. Like Fairy Qiao, the art master is bold. He dared to live in the village directly with the stove, but we must not be so reckless."

"But the chance can't be let go!"

"Let these foundation-building monks go and take advantage of Kang Shaoyin to settle down in the west of the village and conduct house-to-house searches."

"No! What if they find a chance, but they steal it privately?"

"The five of us must personally lead the team to find!"

"Yes! But pay attention when looking for it. Don't go to the west of the village first. Don't provoke Kang Shaoyin and avoid him. Otherwise, if you find a good thing, it will be a wedding dress for him. Even if you don't find a good thing, it disturbs the other party. Lost your life, but it's not worth the loss."

"In this way, follow up first to find out where Kang Shaoyin's specific footing is, and then let people stare nearby to make sure that he has indeed rested, let's do it again."

"As soon as there is any situation, immediately send a voice reminder, and other people should hurry up and search..."

Soon, the five people reached an agreement, and the casual practitioners moved quickly!

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The creek is crooked and the smoke is curling up.

In the field, the juvenile ran happily, and the fluffy yellow dog wagging its tail to chase after.

The sound of frolics cut through the tranquility.

After a long trek, Qiao Ciguang and others came to the entrance of Zi Village again.

She looked solemn, and they had already walked all the way they could go, but no matter how they walked, they would eventually return to the stone tablet with the word "Catalpa Village" inscribed.

This is not a simple puzzle.

Regardless of the people present, the cultivation of other monks, she alone, even if the entire island is forbidden to fly, and her spiritual thoughts cannot be used, she cannot be trapped by the maze.

The situation at the moment is more like the village is alive and can always block their way!

"Senior Sister, what do you do now?" asked a Su Zhentian disciple who was wearing a Suiyun updo and a goose yellow shirt and pine green skirt.

Beside her, several female cultivators who were equally luxurious and pure, all frowned slightly and looked at Qiao Ciguang's body.

Although they haven't encountered any danger so far, this village always gives people an indescribable weirdness.

Qiao Ciguang groaned, whether it was an opportunity on the island or how to get out of this place, the key points should be hidden in the village in front of him.

But if she enters the village alone now, others will be fooled into entering...

After thinking about it seriously, she immediately made up her mind that instead of continuing to waste time like this meaningless, she should take everyone into the village directly.

At the most, you can spend more energy to protect other people.

So, Dang even said: "It doesn't want us to go, then go in and meet it."

She said that she walked towards the village first.

Seeing this, the others hurriedly followed.

Entering the village again, nothing has changed in the destination.

The villagers who had just been asked about the news by Qiao Ciguang still squatted under the eaves frowning.

Qiao Ciguang spoke to everyone: "Be careful."

Then he walked to the villager and said calmly, "I don't know what needs to be done to participate in tomorrow's funeral?"

The villager said angrily: "There is a big house at the east end of the village. It has been abandoned for a long time, but it can still live in. I will take you there. When you get to the place, you can clean it up by yourself."

"By the way, you are outsiders, and it's fine at ordinary times. Now there are things in the village and there are some rules. I hope you abide by it."

Qiao Ciguang asked in a deep voice, "What rules?"

"It's nothing, just don't make noise in the village, don't push through the empty door, don't bully us villagers..." The villager turned around, led the way, and walked, "Besides, don't want to at night Wear red, don’t want hairpins during the day."

Wear red?

Hairpin?

Qiao Ciguang thought about it, and she can understand it in red. After all, there are funerals in the village. Generally speaking, it is a taboo to show sex.

But why can't I wear red at night?

As for the daytime don't want hairpins, it's even more unpredictable.

Although they have nothing to do with the host of the funeral, and it is impossible for them to wear hemp and filial piety for the dead in this weird village, it is not appropriate to participate in the funeral. If they wear white floral ornaments, they also respect the host, why Is it a taboo?

However, there is a problem with this village, and the villagers can't fully believe it.

Thinking of this, Qiao Ciguang quickly glanced at his pedestrian and found that there were no people wearing red hairpins, so he temporarily relieved, and tentatively said: "Dare to ask, why is it wrong to wear red hairpins?"

The villager shook his head and said, "The rules handed down from the older generations all say this. For this reason, the villagers are illiterate, but they don't know it."

Seeing the question, Qiao Ciguang did not continue this topic, but asked about the situation of the funeral owner: "Who is the dead? What is the owner's name? Where is the village? Should we prepare something for condolences?"

At the same time, Sang Village.

Pei Ling was listening to Yinlu villagers telling the rules of the village: "The son is not an outsider. He has only traveled for many years. He must not remember the customs of his hometown."

"When you come back, remember not to make noise and try not to disturb other people."

"Also, don't dress up in the morning, and don't be shabby at night."

Um?

Pei Ling frowned slightly, her thoughts turned, and said: "Lao Zhang, why is this?"

"This is the rule handed down by the ancestors." The villager sighed and said, "The son just came back, and he hasn't remembered yet."

"But it doesn't matter. After some time, the son will remember it."

The villagers said this very casually and surely, but when Peiling heard it, they were slightly embarrassed.

At this moment, they walked out of a narrow alley with potholes. In front of them was a single courtyard with blue bricks and tiles. The wall exposed a tall banyan tree inside. The single tree became a forest, and the roots fell like a waterfall.

The villager stepped forward and pushed the door open: "My son, here it is."