Everyone frantically looked around at the people around them and counted their heads silently.

But no matter how many times we counted, there were sixteen adults, one child, and a black cat on their side.

Zhao was also very sure. When she baked the cakes, there were exactly seventeen, no less. When she distributed the cakes, she handed each one to everyone, and she didn't see any extra ones.

At this time, Kou Yushan said to everyone nonchalantly, "Okay, stop counting. There's only one cake missing."

Kou Yushan finished his cake in two bites, wiped his hands on his body, stood up, took out three cakes from his bag, walked to the center of the living room, where the host's seat was supposed to be placed, put the cake on the ground, lit three incense sticks and bowed.

"We are ignorant of the rules and have offended you. I hope you will not blame us. Our hometown was hit by a disaster and we fled in a hurry. We don't have anything good on us. These three cakes are just a token of our gratitude."

Incense was inserted into the cracks between the bricks, and after three prostrations, a slight breeze blew up the dry grass on the ground, and the firewood in the fire pile crackled, and the flames suddenly became much brighter.

Xia Chan was startled, but she was simple-minded and didn't think too much about it. She just wanted to get her toy back, so she crawled forward two steps and caught up with the paper toad.

The correct content is in %六九% book'bar!

The sturdy man walked to a place three steps away from the crowd and stopped. He glanced at the roosters trapped by the abandoned furniture and said with a smile, "Can you sell us three of the chickens you brought?"

The old monk sat down against the pillar at the door, put down his bag, wiped the rain off his face with his sleeve, and glanced around the reception room.

By the fire, the skinny monkey was telling everyone in vivid detail how Yan Daozi's house was stolen by Sang Que, causing everyone to be amazed and look at Sang Que from time to time.

If this happened in modern times, if everyone found out there was one extra person, they would probably be scared and run away, and would not continue to spend the night here.

[The wind suddenly rises, I join the game, add to the chaos, and the story officially begins! ]

Although Xia Chan was tired, he didn't complain. He smiled at her even though he was sweating profusely.

[The refugees returning home, the vicious outlaws, and the mysterious ascetic monk, by chance, gathered together in an abandoned house in the mountains. They wanted to spend the night without interfering with each other, but a man suddenly escaped from the depths of the old house, breaking all the peace.]

It’s a storyteller’s story, exactly the same as the one my mom has in her hand, but this one has a sequel!

The old monk was panting and his body was shaking. He turned his back to the crowd, took out a cowhide water bag from his bag, and tremblingly put it to his mouth and took a big gulp.

A piece of paper was suddenly handed to the skinny monkey. He turned around and saw Xia Chan squatting behind him angrily.

Taoism worships "Daojun" and Buddhism worships "Shoufo", only these two gods. Unlike modern times, Buddhism and Taoism have countless gods and Buddhas.

"Aunt Zhao, here's my cake for you." He Shouan handed the cake he had just taken a bite of to Zhao.

Xia Chan also began to yawn. In order to improve her physical fitness and endurance, Sang Que let Xia Chan get off the car and run by herself for several sections of the road today.

These three people are full of murderous aura. Even if you are polite to each other now, it doesn’t mean that you won’t turn against each other over some trivial matters in the future, so don’t offend them if you can.

The three strong men looked away after a glance. The unknown brother and sister from Shihe Village were Buddhists. When they saw the old monk, they immediately stood up and went to greet him. "Amitabha, Master, please come in quickly."

The thin monkey unfolded the paper in the light of the fire, "What's written on it? Where did you find it? Liu Sanlang, come and take a look."

Recently, the mulberry sparrow has been fed more, and she has slowly learned to chew slowly and not worry about not having the next meal. In her opinion, there is always something delicious in her sister's bag.

The paper toad jumped when she pressed it, and Xia Chan never got tired of playing with it. She pressed the paper toad all the way to the wall. Just as she was about to reach out and press the paper toad's butt again, the paper toad suddenly jumped forward by itself.

Xia Chan rubbed her face, took out the paper toad that Shouhou had given her from her lapel, and lay on the ground playing with it.

The men outside suddenly became nervous and secretly reached for the weapons they were carrying.

Liu Tianyou didn't come over, and the paper in Shouhou's hand was taken away by Sang Que. After she saw the words clearly on it, her pupils trembled violently.

The sound of footsteps made everyone turn their heads and see the old monk slowly walking past the screen wall and coming to the door of the reception room. After looking at the people on both sides, he put one hand in front of his chest and slowly chanted the Buddha's name.

At this time, the strong man who was the leader of the three people that Sang Que had been secretly watching stood up and walked straight towards them.

An illusory arm suddenly stretched out from the crack in the wall and grabbed the paper toad.

"Thank you all for your support. I will rest nearby and will not disturb you any more."

A young man named Shi Shengquan and his sister Shi Cailing helped the old monk take off his straw raincoat, took over the luggage, and led the old monk in.

Kou Yushan's handling method and everyone's reaction once again exceeded Sang Que's expectations.

Xia Chan yawned and shook her head, "No, Xiao Chan has to protect her sister. Xiao Chan feels very uncomfortable here. Xiao Chan can't sleep."

Everyone gradually calmed down, and Zhao returned to sit by the fire with the other women.

There are no messy sects. All Taoists call themselves Taoist disciples, and monks and nuns call themselves Buddhist disciples.

Xia Chan was furious and was about to shake her hair when she suddenly remembered Sang Que's advice that she must not expose herself in front of strangers. She could only get close to the wall and look through the cracks.

After saying that, Sang Que stood up, winked at Kou Yushan, and asked him to talk aside.

Shi Shengquan wanted the old monk to rest by their fire, and everyone consciously made way for him, but the old monk refused.

[Dear readers, please sit quietly and drink tea, and listen to me tell you about an old grudge in an old house. It is about a person who returned to his hometown. It was a strange experience that he could not avoid or escape due to fate. That day, the wind and clouds suddenly changed, and it rained heavily...]

The strong man took out a string of copper coins from his arms, which was more than enough to buy three roosters.

After eating a few bites, Xia Chan saw an old monk wearing a straw hat and a raincoat, holding a Zen stick, stepping in from outside in the misty rain.

This was the first time that Sang Que saw a monk in this world. She had heard from Kou Yushan that there were two major sects in the Xuan Dynasty, Taoism and Buddhism.

"I understand. Don't tell anyone else yet."

Without washing, they just pierce it with a stick and put it on the fire to roast.

Zhao smiled lovingly and patted He Shouan's head, "Eat it yourself, auntie still has some."

Sang Que's eyebrows twitched and she looked at Xia Chan with wide eyes. Xia Chan nodded seriously, being very confident in her nose.

"Sell mine to them." Liu Tianyou at the side spoke first, and Shouhou followed closely, "Sell mine too."

"overlapping!"

Sang Que had no choice but to take out a piece of chicken-flavored compressed biscuit from his bag and secretly gave it to Xia Chan.

The summer cicada giggled, huddled behind the mulberry bird, looked at the bead curtain and rain curtain under the eaves outside, shook its head and started eating.

"What are you folding?" The skinny monkey took the paper, confused.

"Master, where are you from?" Shi Cailing asked. She hadn't spoken much along the way and her presence was very low, but she had a string of old Buddhist beads on her hand, which she would twirl when she had nothing to do.

The summer cicada also looked up at its nose like a puppy, "It smells so good, little cicada is hungry again..."

Xia Chan habitually turned his nose over there, sniffed for a while, frowned, and whispered to Sang Que, "Sister, that monk is drinking blood."

Everyone was a little resistant, after all, each of them only brought one rooster.

It was getting darker and darker. After eating, everyone collected the hay scattered on the ground, spread it on the ground, and took turns to rest.

"If you're sleepy, go to sleep first." Sang Que laid down her legs and motioned Xia Chan to sleep with her legs as a pillow.

"Um?"

Kou Yushan stood up, grabbed three roosters, handed them to the man and he took the money.

Bang! The east door of the reception room was suddenly knocked open, and a middle-aged man covered in blood staggered in.

After a while, the aroma of meat wafted out, making everyone swallow their saliva continuously.

Sang Que secretly glanced at his pocket watch. It was only six o'clock in the afternoon.

The strong man returned to their fire, took out a dagger and cut the chicken's neck in an instant, collected all the rooster's blood separately, and plucked the feathers and cut open the belly with nimble hands and feet.

Xia Chan puffed out his cheeks, "Toad! It was taken away!"

Kou Yushan cast a grateful look at the two men. Including the ones he brought, there were exactly three.

Before the Wu Temple was abolished, the majority of people in Xuan Dynasty believed in Wu Niangniang. Now Taoism and Buddhism divide the world into two, but the Prime Minister's Temple is rising and will definitely take away the believers of the two sects.

Xuan Yu had already jumped onto the beam, occupying the commanding heights and overlooking the entire house. Xia Chan couldn't find Xuan Yu, so he could only continue to lie on the ground and play with paper toads.

There was no arm or paper toad in the crack in the wall that was only two fingers wide, but there was a piece of old and yellowed paper covered with dark red words.

"Amitabha Buddha, I got lost in the forest and was led here by Amitabha Buddha. I am sorry to bother you all."

“Help…Help…”

As soon as he finished speaking, the man fell to the ground and fell unconscious.

A damp and cold wind rushed in from behind the open door, the flames swayed violently, and the human figures were twisted and deformed, making them look like they were baring their fangs and claws, making people's hair stand on end and their hair stand on end.

Boom! Thunder roared, wind and rain fluttered, lightning suddenly cut through the darkness, in the long corridor behind the door, faded red cloth flew in the wind, paper lanterns crashed all over the ground, the pillars were charred and dilapidated, and there was a dead silence all around.

Mingfu, or... Hades! (End of this chapter)