My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker Chapter 4: Five hundred and nineteenth

　　 After exiting the passage, they realized that the scale of this underground village is really not small, comparable to the village above.

　　 The most important thing is that there are a lot of people. Looking at the layout of the village, there are probably hundreds of families.

　　You don’t really see anything from the outside. At first glance, it looks like a village where you live and work in peace and contentment.

　　 The street is full of small stalls, and the vendors shout to the pedestrians going back and forth.

　　 The man carrying a **** and preparing to go to the ground, holding the small hand of the child, and the women with a smile on their faces, looked very simple.

　　 If you look carefully, it is not difficult to find that these people are all surrounded by a light gloomy atmosphere.

　　The little monk took out a wooden fish from nowhere. He walked and knocked, muttering difficult scriptures, walking on his chubby short legs, and followed behind Mo Lin.

　　This little look is really funny.

　　 Qiaomu glanced at him and couldn't help but twitched the corner of his mouth slightly.

　　 But soon, everyone realized that the body seemed to be surrounded by a layer of warmth, and the evil spirit outside could no longer affect them at all.

　　 Chen Qi was surprised, turned his head and glanced at the little monk who was still focusing on knocking on the wooden fish.

　　 Don’t say, the little monk’s body at this time seems to be covered with a faint Buddha light, and the cold air that goes around in all directions, as soon as it touches him, it seems to be shocked, and he is busy Faded away.

　　"Little Master, can you stop knocking." The old man who led the way frowned and turned to Qiao Mu, "Can you let this little master stop knocking?"

　　He felt uncomfortable all over, as if his heart was about to jump out of his chest, beating like a drum.

　　 Every muyu sound that the little monk dropped was like knocking in his heart, making the old man unable to stop his face pale.

　　 Qiaomu shook his head and said solemnly, "That's not good."

　　 "People must have some hobbies."

　　"The little monk's hobby is to knock wooden fish. You can't obliterate this hobby of others."

　　 At this time, the group of them, Qiao Mu and Mo Lin walked in front, the little monk followed his short legs and knocked on the wooden fish, muttering something in his mouth, without raising his delicate eyebrows.

　　 Chen Qi and Lu Zheng walked behind him, and the wooden fish was knocked more tightly by the little monk, and the sound came into his ears.

　　The old man's face was very difficult to look at, he turned his head and quickened his pace and walked towards a family in the village.

　　 "Er Hua Zi, Er Hua Zi." The old man couldn't help yelling when he entered the village house.

　　 Walking along this road, everyone gave them weird eyes, but it was really uncomfortable for him.

　　The little monk entered the house path and walked to the side to sit down on the grandmaster's chair. Muyu didn't stop, still beating rhythmically.

　　 The brawny man named Erhuazi walked out of the inner hall with a dozen sturdy men, with full-bodied eyes, glanced at the five people of Arbor, his eyes fell on the little monk who knocked on the wooden fish. Body.

　　 "The village chief, why did you bring a monk in?"

　　 "Er Hua Zi." The old man named by Hu Erhua as the village head, moved to Hu Erhua's side in small steps, and said something in his ear.

　　 Hu Erhua immediately put a smile on his face, looking at Qiao Mu, a few smiles appeared on his face full of flesh, "It turns out that it was a distant relative of my Hu family who came here."

　　 "Sit down, everyone." Hu Erhua smiled and squeezed the flesh out of his face.