Riding a buffalo and following the children, Xu Ji entered the village.

It's a small village, not too big, probably only about twenty households.

The houses in the village are basically made of loess and thatch, and are simply shacks.

The level of simplicity is similar to the foreign slums Xu Ji has seen on the news.

Of course, in terms of space, these houses are better.

At least there is no need for more than a dozen families to be crowded together.

But it's not much better.

Moreover, the smell in the village is not very pleasant.

Chicken and duck feces can be seen everywhere, and pigs are kept in the yard.

The water and pig manure were mixed together, and flies were everywhere.

This is no pastoral at all!

Xu Ji lowered his head, and he understood that the real pastoral song may never have existed.

Even if there were, it would only belong to high-ranking aristocrats and intellectuals.

But it will never belong to the general public!

Therefore, only Tao Yuanming could write: Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the Nanshan Mountain.

Only Tao Yuanming could write "The Story of Peach Blossom Spring".

The people in the village seemed surprised that outsiders were coming.

They all went out to take a look, and they all saw a Taoist riding on the back of a large, somewhat outrageous buffalo.

This Taoist is wearing a plain Taoist robe, with the sun and moon on his sleeves, many shadows of animals on the seams, and Tai Chi and Bagua embroidered on his chest. Looking at the immortal Taoist bones, he must be a Taoist person.

They all knelt on both sides of the road and said, "Welcome to the Immortal Dharma Driver!"

Seeing this, Xu Ji nodded secretly and thought in his heart: "It seems that all mortals in this mythical world know the existence of immortals!"

In my heart, there was a strong sense of dissonance.

He thought of the place where the old immortal lived.

Even the air is sweet.

Pick any peach and it may be a treasure.

And now... right in front of him.

All these mortals looked sallow and thin, and their clothes were ragged.

The children are skinny, with yellow hair and sunken eye sockets.

It seems that it is not just modern.

This mythical world is also ordinary!

While the rich wine and meat smell, the road with frozen bone!

On one side are the aloof immortals and gods, and on the other side are the mortals as humble as dust.

This made him take a deep breath.

Following the children, they soon arrived in the center of the village, in front of a fairly large-looking wooden house.

The people in the house had heard the noise outside and came out.

But it was an old man wearing Tsing Yi who looked a bit rich.

The old man saw a Taoist priest riding on the back of a large buffalo that was obviously extraordinary at first glance, and followed the children into the village.

Dang Ji knelt down and kowtowed: "Old Tao Jiacun Village Tao San, pay your respects to the Immortal!"

"Unknown Immortal, where is the Immortal Country?!"

Before Xu Ji could speak, the children were already jumping up and down and said: "Village Elder! Village Elder! This Taoist Priest is from Qufu!"

When the old man heard this, he was overjoyed and said repeatedly: "Has Mr. Lu finally remembered us?"

"It's been a hundred years... it's been a hundred years..."

"The Immortal of Qufu has not arrived in a hundred years!"

The old man asked eagerly: "May I ask the immortal, how is Mr. Lu?"

Xu Ji blinked.

Lu Gong?

who is that?

With his limited historical knowledge, he only knew one Duke Ai of Lu.

This is thanks to Confucius.

Well, at most I know one more Qingfu - this is because of Confucius: Before Qingfu died, Lu was still in trouble!

Maybe we can add another person named Cao.

Cao Hu is arguing.

I really don’t know anyone else.

I was thinking about how to make up a rhetoric.

In the sky, dark clouds suddenly appeared.

Xu Ji frowned in disgust, while the buffalo riding beneath him sprayed out a white mist from its nostrils angrily.

Then he saw a monster with countless pleats, hovering above his head with dark clouds and countless fishy winds.

When the mortals around saw the monster, they all exclaimed: "King Luan Shan!"

Obviously, he recognized this thing.

Tao San, the old man in the village, was even more frightened. He shouted to the monster that came with dark clouds and fishy wind: "King Luanshan, isn't it not the time to pay tribute yet?"

The monster circled over the village.

Finally, his eyes rested on Xu Ji.

He opened the big mouth of the blood plate and asked: "This Taoist priest, where is the fairyland?"

Obviously some fear.

Xu Ji looked at this monster and instinctively felt disgusted.

But not because it's a monster.

But because...

Intuition told Xu Ji that this monster was a cannibal.

And I’ve eaten with a lot of people!

When the village elder Tao San saw that Xu Ji was not answering, he said to the monster: "Your Majesty, this immortal is from Qufu!"

"Qufu?" When the monster heard this name, he finally let down his guard and started shouting: "It turns out he's from Qufu!"

"Hey!"

"Since you are from Qufu..." it shouted arrogantly: "Wu Na Taoist, why don't you bow to me when you see your Majesty?"

Obviously, he didn't take the so-called people from Qufu seriously at all.

Then he wrapped himself in the fishy wind and shouted to Tao San, the old man of the village: "He Bo has a destiny. Your village's tribute this year will be increased by one!"

"There must be three white, tender, white and pure boys and girls!"

"It must be delivered before the end of this month!"

Its eyes glanced at the trembling children beside Xu Ji: "Don't use these little fleshless and dirty boys as excuses!"

"Otherwise, your village will not have good weather this year and next!"

"He Bo is angry!"

"The flood has flooded your fields and washed away your houses!"

The villagers trembled when they heard it, but they dared not speak out in anger.

All I could do was look at the immortal from Qufu riding on the back of an ox.

The village elder Tao San also begged in a low voice to the Immortal on the back of the bull: "Immortal... Immortal... Please beg for mercy from King Luanshan..."

"Forgive me, forgive me..."

Little did he know that Xu Ji, who was riding on the back of the buffalo at this moment, was already burning with anger.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the monster that was still shouting.

"you say……"
To be continued...