"Yes, it's getting late. The sun is getting off the mountain, and the dark holes in the forest are scary."

Meng Qi followed the river and responded, and gave Mo Li a look: Now he knows why he wants to pretend to be an old man?

——Not every place looks like Taijing, just look good.

The young and strange outsiders will be vigilant to the people no matter what their identities are. The 80-year-old man can neither be a bandit nor a minor official who collects taxes from the government, nor can he take off any girl and wife. He will also catch up with them to welcome the bride and hold up wedding events, and invite people over is just a bowl of wine and a pair of chopsticks, and no one will care.

"Brother, where are you calling? It sounds like you're nearby?"

"On the south of Jingzhou, come and look for relatives." Mo Li said casually.

He found that the longer he stayed with Meng Qi, he seemed to be able to lie casually without thinking.

After asking the benefits of a large pile of mountain, river accents I saw in Taijing, Mo Li picked a place and said a few words, which was very clear.

There were really people in the village who had been there and nodded repeatedly.

When everyone arrived in the village, everyone believed that Mo Li was the one from that place.

The woods get denser and cooler.

Turning over a small slope, I suddenly saw two streams flowing out from Feihe Mountain, one left and one right, and they converged into a lake here.

The fishing village is right by the lake, and most of the houses are very crude, with only a few brick and tile houses.

The village had prepared a banquet, and there was a long table, which looked like it was carried out from the ancestral hall, with large bowls of stewed pork and various fish and shrimps on it.

Poor families do not have seasonings to cook, and it is a great dish to use oil and sauce. People who greet the wedding don’t even bother to see the newlyweds’ house, and sit down and eat and drink. The weather is hot and the things cannot be kept for a long time. People who hold weddings also shouted loudly and asked to eat and drink quickly.

The village chief was a shriveled old man, and his grandson was helping him to meet the guests in the village.

He opened his mouth, and he was only two teeth left.

The words and sentences are ambiguous. Not to mention Meng Qi, even Mo Li who has learned dialect can't hear what he is saying.

The old village chief's grandson hurriedly said, "Grandpa said he was a distinguished guest. A few days ago, the Taoist in the temple said that after a while, there would be a distinguished guest coming from the north."

Mo Li frowned, and a villager busy chewing meat on the table next to him smiled and said, "This is wrong. The two father-in-law came to look for relatives in the south, not in the north."

"What temple? The temple should be for monks and nuns, why are they Taoists?" Meng Qi spoke for the first time, and everyone else was shocked.

This is spoken by Mandarin, and most of the dozens of people in the village don’t understand it.

Mo Li had to repeat the words.

"Oh, right in front." The villagers who were busy snatching meat from others pointed forward without raising their heads.

With Mo Li's extraordinary eyesight, he also faintly saw half of the low wall hidden by trees on the other side of the lake.

An old villager on the table suddenly slapped the back of the person holding his chopsticks and pointed at him, and scolded him, "That's a mountain god, how can he be disrespectful?"

"Mountain God?"

"It is Shanboze God who blesses us poor people. There is no statue or anything else. They offer bowls of rice and incense sticks during festivals." The grandson of the old village chief saw that Meng Qi Moli was extraordinary and thought that they were not ordinary people. He greeted them very politely, and asked them to send water and take a stool.

Mo Li and Meng Qi looked at each other and couldn't help asking: "Curtain God, is it effective?"

The villagers said in unison: "Spiritual! Very spiritual!"
Chapter completed!