I have a Yokai cookbook [Gourmet]

"Old man, is this the Fox Immortal Village?" Chi Ming asked politely.

"Ah? What did you say?" The old man opened his mouth wide as if he couldn't hear what Chi Ming said, and stared at the direction behind Chi Ming with some scruples in his cloudy eyes.

Like looking at someone or something through him.

His skinny body was like shriveled walking corpses, and his face was bloodless.

"Old man, I just want to ask you, is this the Fox Immortal Village?"

"I'm deaf, I can't hear anymore." The old man pointed to his ears, then shook his head, his eyes still staring blankly at the direction behind Chi Ming.

Chi Ming felt powerless as if he had punched the cotton with his fist. He had just heard those old people whispering to each other, so why are they all pretending to be stupid now?

He followed the old man's gaze and looked back, but there was nothing but the black and dry grass that was half a man tall.

"Master Chi, this is Fox Immortal Village, don't you see the boundary marker in the distance?" Even the little monk couldn't stand it anymore.

He pointed to the boundary marker buried in the ground and almost covered by weeds, on which was vaguely written: Fox Immortal Village.

Chi Ming got into the carriage and walked towards the center of the village.

It was strange to say that after entering the village, he felt tense and uncomfortable.

The sky seemed to be getting dark very quickly, and when their carriage was heading to the center of the village, the night gradually fell.

Everywhere has become blurred, covered with a thick layer of darkness.

As if making an appointment, the lanterns hanging at the door lit up one by one.

The big red lanterns swayed in the cold wind, looking from a distance, it was indescribably weird.

"This place is a bit abnormal." The groom who had been silent all this time sneezed violently. He rubbed his nose and suddenly said something.

Chi Ming frowned. Knowing that there were tigers in the mountains, he went towards the mountains, and he didn't turn back.

But the coachman is innocent, and he doesn't want to implicate him.

"Stop." Chi Ming opened the curtain, and said to the driver again: "We can just get off here. You go back first, and come to the village to pick us up at noon tomorrow. This is the deposit, and the rest is today's fare. "

Chi Ming readily took out a small bag of silver and handed it to the driver.

The coachman took the money bag, shook it, a look of joy flashed across his face, but he didn't say anything. After saying goodbye, he really left with the carriage.

"The coachman doesn't look like an ordinary person either."

"Why did you let him go back first..."

The little monk followed Chi Ming step by step, looking east and west, and he looked so mature that he didn't look like a six-year-old child at all.

Chi Ming had no time to talk to him, and groped his way into the village.

The bleak wind blew the fallen leaves on the ground, making a crackling sound.

The doors of every house are closed, except for the few skinny old men I saw at the entrance of the village at the beginning, there is not even a ghost.

From entering this village, everything seemed out of place.

There is no imaginary smoke curling up from the kitchen, nor the noise of children under the eaves, this place is like a dead place.

Chi Ming walked around, feeling a little tired.

He thought about going to Lizheng's house first.

As Li Zheng, he has some understanding of the affairs of the village.

"This is not the place you foreigners should come to, especially after the sun goes down." A rough and hoarse voice suddenly came from behind.

As soon as Chi Ming turned around, he saw an old woman with a hunched back, holding a red lantern in her hand, staring at him with bloodshot eyes like stagnant water.

"..."

"Come with me." The old woman turned around and walked forward on her own, mumbling something in her mouth.

Chi Ming hesitated, but decided to follow the old woman.

The little monk stopped talking along the way, but his hand involuntarily grabbed Chi Ming's sleeve.

"Master Chi, why don't we go back." The little monk stroked his bald head, feeling a little uncomfortable, he felt his hairs stand on end.

We've come here, are we going back again?Chi Ming rejected the proposal in his heart.

Even if we turned back now, the carriage would have left long ago, and it is always unwise to drive in the wilderness at night.

The old woman led the two of them to a secluded yard. Like other places, there were still two red paper lanterns hanging at the door.

"Come in. At night, you will make do with it and sleep here for a night."

"Remember, remember to lock the doors and windows at night, and don't open the door no matter what noise you hear. Leave here early tomorrow morning."

The old woman sighed, her bloodshot eyeballs became more and more red.

The room is not big, and even has some damp mixed with the musty smell of wood.It looked a bit empty because there was no furniture, only a simple spliced ​​wooden bed was placed on the side of the room against the wall.

Chi Ming glanced at the crude bed board and the conspicuous altar at the door.

It's just that I don't know what it's offering, and it's covered with a piece of red silk cloth.The incense he burned was also different from what he used to smell, it was a bit pungent, and it seemed to have a hint of herbal medicine in it.

After the old lady left, Chi Ming didn't really lie on the bed and sleep.

He always felt that everything here was different from the village he knew, and everything was weird and abnormal.

Just as he entered the house, the moon that had been hanging in the sky slowly turned blood red, and dark clouds enveloped the entire village.

"Little monk, do you still have a peace talisman on you?" The moment Chi Ming stepped out, he turned back and looked eagerly at the little monk behind him.

"Ten taels of silver for a peace talisman, five taels of silver for a pure heart talisman. Well, there is also a tael of silver for a digestion talisman. Which one do you want?"

The little monk opened his coat with a snap, revealing the ugly and shapeless talisman in the interlayer.

His eyes were eager, and when he looked at Chi Ming, it seemed as if he was looking at someone who had been taken advantage of.

Twelve?

How could he remember that when he first came down the mountain, he sold it for only [-] copper coins, and the final transaction price was three copper coins. Why did it not take a few days, and the price increased with the wind.

"How about it? Why don't you buy a peace talisman, and I'll give you another digestion talisman for free. Let me tell you that this digestion talisman is very useful. If you stick it on your stomach, your stomach won't bloat after a while."

The little monk is like a salesman possessed, trying hard to sell his products.

When he said it, he couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva secretly.

He can clearly remember that the man gave him a large gold bar, and the income for just one noon today is very considerable.

It is not too much for him to ask for ten taels of silver. After all, a plate of dumplings is sold for a sky-high price of 50 taels. His talisman can save his life in critical times.

The more the little monk thought about it, the more confident he became, and he began to imagine the scene of lying in the mountains of gold and silver in his mind, and couldn't help but let out a hey laugh.

"Little monk, have you forgotten the agreement between us?" Chi Ming rubbed his brain.

It was agreed at the beginning to provide Fulu free of charge when needed.He also took on the daily eating and drinking of the little monk.

"A promise? No, what kind of promise?" The little monk scratched his head rascally, looked at the sky, and then opened his mouth wide as if frightened: "Look, the moon!"

It's not like I haven't seen anything about the moon.

Chi Ming raised his head casually, and saw a blood moon.

This world is fantasy!

This was Chi Ming's first feeling.

"When a blood moon appears, there must be a disaster of blood and light. Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful."

The little monk gave a salute, with a serious and authentic look.

Chi Ming: "..."

Chi Ming didn't want to talk to the people behind him, so he turned around and stepped out without hesitation.

The grinning wind made people's ears ache, like a woman's mournful cry, sobbing non-stop, as if she was crying about her tragic experience.

The lake in the center of the village was shrouded in an inextricable white mist at the moment. The white mist was like frost, layer upon layer upward, gradually spreading towards the village.

Chi Ming shrank his neck, and continued to walk forward with a swaying lantern in his hands.

As if someone was calling him, he gave up wandering around like a headless chicken, but walked straight towards the lake.

Before I reached the edge of the lake, my shoes and clothes were already wet with water vapor.

The cold air was approaching, making him feel that his whole body was being eroded by the cold air, except for a trace of scorching heat from the place where the warm jade hung on his chest, which gave him a little warmth.

"Master Fox Immortal, please protect your father's safe return." The little girl with the shofar braid bowed three times in a dignified manner, and then solemnly enshrined a black-faced bun to a small statue in the grass In front of him, it was a vivid wooden fox.

After the little girl left, the original little fox moved, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a beautiful and slender boy of thirteen or fourteen.

The young man was wearing a red robe, with two golden bells hanging on his head, which jingled when the wind blew.

"Don't worry, for the sake of you, I will definitely protect your father and return safely."

A few days later, among the dozen or so coolies who went out to do coolies, only one came back, and the others were injured or died from falling rocks rolling down the mountain.

And the only person who was unscathed was the father of the little girl who made a wish in front of the Fox Fairy a few days ago.

I don't know who spread the saying that the fox fairy is very effective. People in the village who didn't believe in the fox fairy all flocked to the fox fairy on the mountain to make a wish.

As if they were really blessed by the fox fairy, the villagers' trivial wishes were fulfilled one after another.

The pig lost by the butcher's family was found.

The hairpin that fell into the water suddenly appeared on the table the next day.

The sky that hadn't rained for a long time also started to rain lightly.

People who have been ill in bed for a long time can actually run on the ground.

What happened one by one, like a miracle, made the villagers excited and excited.

The villagers became more devout, and soon spontaneously raised funds to build a bigger and more spectacular fox fairy temple on the lake island in the middle of the village.

Even the statue of the fox fairy is big and magnificent, more than two meters high.

Every day, there are a lot of people offering incense, and even some villages next door have received news one after another, and began to worship the statue of the fox fairy.

The originally thin boy became more handsome and handsome.

With Wanmin's faith, his practice has also become extremely smooth.

He is complacent about his wisdom, and spends most of his time every day working hard to fulfill the wishes of the villagers.

Until one day, the villagers became more and more greedy, and the gap in their hearts became more and more difficult to fill.

Simple wealth and health can no longer satisfy them.

They want a long life, immortality, and endless wealth.

"Liar, he is a liar, he is not a god at all, he is just a lowly demon."

"Yes, I have suspected for a long time that he is a spirit from the mountains, just to absorb the luck of our Fox Fairy Village."

"It's just some unscrupulous tricks. It's ridiculous to want to be our god and accept worship from hundreds of schools."

"Yes, smash him!"

"Smash him!"

"No, the Taoist priest said, you must not provoke him, if you let him run away, it will be over when you come back and settle accounts with us."

"What should I do?"

"Hmph, since he claims to be our patron saint, let him sleep at our feet for a long time."

Several villagers discussed in whispers, their eyes were full of treacherous calculations, and their ugly faces were disgusting.

"No, I am not……"

"You can't do this to me!"

The energetic young man was like a deflated balloon. He struggled and explained, but no one believed his words.

The statue of the little fox was plastered with talismans, and his body was soaked in bloody black dog blood. His spiritual power was sealed, like a puppet at the mercy of others. Finally, a Taoist priest tied him in the middle of the lake with a red rope. on the altar.

Every day, someone cut his hand with a sharp blade until a bowl of blood flowed out.

The extremely beautiful young man quickly withered away, as shriveled as a little old man.

The pair of golden bells on top of his head were also torn off, and trampled to pieces in front of his face.

There was always a smile on the corner of his mouth, a bleak smile with a bit of contempt and self-deprecation.

"Drink, drink my blood. Not only will you not live a hundred years, but you will die. I will curse you with my blood. Generation after generation will not live to be 30 years old. Men will become old when they are ten years old, and women will die. Became an old woman at ten, riddled with disease forever."

Chi Ming looked at the young man lying powerlessly on the ground, a look of pity flashed across his face.

Just now, I don't know what triggered him to enter these past scenes.

It turns out that the reason why Fox Fairy Village became like this is because of the boy's curse.

No wonder you don't see young people here at all.

No wonder every household seems to be dead.

"Where are you going?" The little monk grabbed Chi Ming's wrist solemnly, with astonishing strength.

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