The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 281 Qingyang Tiger King
Looking into the small village in front of me.

I saw that the village was not very big, with only a few dozen households.

Is there a wall outside the village?

There is only a vast expanse of ice and snow.

However, such a tiny village is just a drop in the ocean in such a vast and boundless mountain forest.

If it weren’t for the old man leading us.

Even if an ordinary person searches for it for a lifetime, he may not be able to find it.

This forest is really huge.

At this moment, blue smoke was coming out of the chimneys of dozens of households, and it seemed that it was time to cook and eat.

Thick snow and ice covered the roof.

It looks like one small snow pile after another.

only.

Compared with the plain appearance.

The yard of every household in the small village is filled with good things.

Ice jar made from a large water jar.

There are dozens of kilograms of meat in one tank, including fresh meat, dried meat, and even chicken, duck and fish.

Every household hangs out to dry vegetables.

There were even bunches of corn hanging at the door.

There are also several large water tanks on the surface.

Those big water vats were not filled with water, but were full of pickled vegetables.

There are also a few chickens in the house.

It really looks like what Hu Zongtang said, a paradise on earth.

Just at this time.

All I saw was an old man smoking a pipe in front of the door of a house that looked like a round house.

All I saw was that the old man took a deep breath of smoke, then coughed a few times and looked at Hu Zongtang:

"So it's the boy from the Hu family. Which guest did he bring from the mountains?"

I heard the old man ask this.

Hu Zongtang bowed slightly, looking very respectful:

"Uncle Ma, these three are guests from the inner city. We were lucky enough to run into them when Shanjun was chasing the three witches, so we invited them to be our guests."

Hearing Hu Zongtang's words, the old man nodded, and then he subconsciously raised his eyelids and looked at the three people in front of him.

"...Hmm...So it's a guest from the interior. That's a rare guest. It just so happens that your second aunt has slaughtered a pig. Go get a pig thigh and braise the pork elbow for the guest..."

The old man nodded while smoking his pipe, looking as if he was very satisfied.

However, when he first saw the two younger ones, Qiu Sheng and Shi Shaojian, there was still a hint of indifference in his eyes.

However, when his little eyes saw Song Feng, he couldn't help but pause slightly:
"Hmm? Why do you feel so familiar?"

When he said this, the old man knocked the big pipe in his hand to knock out the used tobacco leaves, and then said:
"My fellow Taoist, I always feel that your aura is somewhat familiar. Have we met somewhere before?"

Hearing what the old man smoking a big pipe said, Song Feng glanced at him, then shook his head:
"I have rarely been to the outside of the Great Wall, so we probably haven't seen it before..."

After hearing Song Feng's answer, Mr. Ma, who was smoking a pipe, couldn't help but feel puzzled:

"…It doesn't make sense. It shouldn't be like this! I'm not old enough to be confused yet. How come I can't remember people?"

At the end of his speech, Mr. Ma slapped his forehead while smoking the cigarette he had just refilled.

He looked as if he was a little puzzled.

I saw Mr. Ma’s performance.

Hu Zongtang was a little apologetic and explained to Song Feng:

"Senior, Uncle Ma has this kind of personality. His soul was injured when he was practicing, so he is a little forgetful now."

"He often sees people he knows, and when he sees someone he doesn't know, he always says he's familiar with them. Please bear with me, old man..."

After hearing what Hu Zongtang said, Song Feng nodded.

However, when he looked at the departing figure of Mr. Ma, a hint of thought flashed across his eyes.

At the warm invitation of Hu Zongtang.

The three of them walked to the small courtyard that looked full, and entered the house after Hu Zongtang opened the door.

“…Wow!! It’s so warm?”

As soon as he entered the house, Qiu Sheng felt the heat and subconsciously hung his hat beside him.

Song Feng also undressed.

After all, the temperature in this room is too warm, and if you wear this leather jacket and leather hat, you will probably get too hot.

It feels like summer.

Seeing Song Song and the other two hanging their hats and other things in front of the door, Hu Zongtang smiled and invited Song Feng and the others to come to the kang:
"Live by the mountain, live by the water. There isn't much else in this mountain, just lots of wood, and some places even have some coal."

"It may be difficult to find resources in other places, but in these mountains, the last thing we lack is materials for burning firewood."

When he said this, Hu Zongtang patted the warm kang and then said with a smile:
"There is a big earth fire dragon under this kang hole. I can put hundreds of kilograms of wood in it at a time and keep it burning for many days."

"This heated kang is on all day long, and it's even hotter in the house than in summer. Sometimes it's so hot that I have to open the windows!"

When he said this, he paused for a moment, then said:
"Senior, you guys are from the inner city. You may not be able to adapt to this environment for a while."

"But you can just stay here for a few more days. Maybe after ten days or half a month, you will really be reluctant to leave..."

Hu Zongtang was really confident about his own big warm kang and his own environment.

It’s time to say it or not.

When resources are sufficient, having a hot kang at home and having whatever you want to eat and drink is something you would not trade for even for a god.

And there are abundant resources in this mountain.

A cat spends the whole winter and doesn't even want to go out.

What a magical day!

At this moment, a loud shout suddenly came from outside the door:
"Xiao Hu? I heard from Uncle Ma that you have guests coming to your house, so I specially sent you a hind leg. Hurry up and make something delicious to reward the guests."

"I'll leave the meat in the yard for you. I'll give you half a pig's head, and some side dishes that I collected."

"Our little village hasn't been this lively for a long time. Normally there aren't any guests, but now there are two waves."

"Your Uncle Zhang from our family still has to prepare some hot dishes at home. I won't greet you and will leave first..."

The hurried sound came quickly and went away quickly, disappearing in just the blink of an eye.

“…Hey…Hey…”

Before he could say anything else, he only uttered two "eh"s before hearing the sound of the person leaving. Hu Zongtang couldn't help but sighed helplessly:
"Aunt Zhang is always in a hurry. She does things for a while. She left before I could finish my words." After sighing, Hu Zongtang put on his coat and hat temporarily and walked outside. After a while, he came back with a few pots and pans:

"Aunt Zhang is really thoughtful. She sent us this fresh pig blood right after it was settled. It just so happens that we have a lot of people today, so we can make a pig-killing dish."

"However, I only heard Uncle Ma say that there were guests in the village and Second Aunt killed a pig. I didn't expect that it was Uncle Zhang's guest. This is really a rare guest!"

As he spoke, Hu Zongtang packed up the pork and other things, and then greeted Song Feng and the others:
"Senior, please have some tea and take a rest first. I will go to the village to call my husband back. Why does he like to go to other people's houses to chat in the middle of winter?"

"She ate several bags of melon seeds, pine nuts, and hazelnuts in the middle of winter. I wonder where this spendthrift woman is now..."

After saying this, Hu Zongtang took his dog-skin hat and walked out of the room.

Looking at the fresh pork on the table.

Sitting on the big, warm bed, Qiu Sheng yawned loudly:

"...Ah...What a comfortable environment! It's much more comfortable than our charity cemetery."

What did you say?

This happiness is created by contrast.

The charity cemetery is indeed in the south.

As for the temperature, it is quite good.

But he was afraid of comparison of some things. Outside the pass, it was freezing cold outside, but it was steaming hot inside.

Just one more look and you'll feel refreshed.

Not to mention taking a rest in such an environment.

Qiu Sheng felt that sleeping in a place like this would make him sleep very soundly.

Seeing that Qiu Sheng was also very happy here, Song Feng turned around and looked at the two boys in front of him:

"…Is this all you saw when you first entered the village? Didn't you find anything else different?"

Hearing Song Feng's question, Qiu Sheng, who had just been yawning comfortably, was slightly stunned:
"…Hmm? Something different?"

Since Uncle Qi asked openly, it definitely couldn't be a small problem, so after thinking for a while, Qiu Sheng said hesitantly:
"…The whole village has a special kind of incense smell?"

As soon as he entered the village, he saw the smell of incense, but he was so busy chatting that he didn't pay much attention to it.

Now that his seventh uncle had mentioned this, this was the only thing he could think of.

"Since you know that every household in this village has an extremely strong smell of incense, don't you feel that something is wrong?"

When he said this, Song Feng directly took the kettle that had just boiled and poured himself a cup of tea.

I heard my seventh uncle ask this.

Qiu Sheng remained silent.

Shi Shaojian didn't notice it either.

"It seems that you two are still inexperienced. Remember this from now on. Every household has the smell of incense, which means that every household is worshipping immortals."

"This small village in the mountains is not just an ordinary village as Hu Zongtang said, but a settlement composed of horse-riding fairies and elves."

When he said this, Song Feng paused for a moment, and then looked towards a house in the distance:
"Just wait and see tonight. Then you will know the depth of this village..."

Seeing the expression on Seventh Uncle's face, Qiu Sheng's eyes narrowed slightly, showing an extraordinary wisdom:

"Seventh Uncle, do you mean that there is something big hidden in this village?"

The whole person looked much smarter than the silly look just now.

Song Feng shook his head and said nothing.

He just drank his tea quietly, half closing his eyes, and seemed to have fallen into a doze.

Saw this scene.

Qiu Sheng's eyes suddenly became clear, living up to his wisdom.

Ah ha ha!
If Seventh Uncle thinks everything is okay, then it must be okay. We can eat, drink and have fun.

Watching Qiu Sheng's intermittent wisdom.

Shi Shaojian felt like his head was about to be burned out.

How could there be such people in the world?
With his brain, how could he have cultivated such magical powers, and even be slightly stronger than him.

Is there any justice in this world?

Could this be the legendary saying that fools have good fortune?

Just at this time.

All I heard was a series of crisp sounds outside.

Followed by.

It was just a buzz of chatter.

It sounds like there must be seven or eight people chatting to create this kind of noise.

The clanging and clattering sounds of cooking continued.

It seemed like someone was cooking outside, or like someone was busy outside.

Just at this time.

All we saw was Hu Zongtang, who walked in with an older man, and behind him stood a strong man as strong as an iron tower.

As soon as a few people arrived, they sat on the bed.

There are just three people on each side.

After sitting down, Hu Zongtang smiled slightly, and then introduced Song Feng:

"Senior, I just happened to run into Aunt Zhang when I was out. Anyway, there aren't any outsiders here, so I decided to have them all come to my house for dinner."

"We old men can have a drink in the house, and they can go to the main room next door to chat. It won't delay anything."

When he said this, Hu Zongtang paused, and then said:
"This is my uncle Zhang. The person next to him is a guest from our village."

"What a coincidence! This old customer of ours also came from the interior. Maybe he knows you, senior."

When he said this, Hu Zongtang opened his mouth to introduce the man who was like an iron tower.

however.

Before he could speak, he saw the man in the iron tower suddenly smiled, and then looked at Song Feng:
"I haven't seen you for many years, old man. I didn't expect to see you here. How are you?"

When he said this, the sturdy man bowed slightly, looking as if they were old acquaintances.

Hearing the man in front of him calling him, Song Feng smiled slightly, and then said faintly:
"Back then, the leader of the Qingyang Sect was strangled. It is said that the four Dharma Kings, Tiger, Bat, Eagle and Lion, all died in that battle. I didn't expect that the Tiger King would actually escape."

"No wonder I haven't heard any news from you in the past few years. Have you fled to the outside of the Great Wall?"

Hearing Song Feng's words, the Tiger King chuckled a few times, and then said helplessly:
"I had no choice. The situation was dire back then. I had no choice but to hide my real name."

"Who would have thought that after just a few days of peace, problems would arise outside the border. I thought that my body was pretty strong, so I decided to come outside the border to find some old friends to join in the fun."

"What I didn't expect the most is that this time even you were alarmed. This is really incredible..."

(End of this chapter)