After walking for a few minutes, when the road ahead became wider, a small village suddenly appeared in Chen Fan's sight.

Chen Fan's face showed a look of surprise.

Once again, he saw the magic of nature, and in the middle of the clamp-like mountains, a valley was formed that leaped deep and secluded.

In the valley, surrounded by mist, hundreds of hot springs gush out, and the real warmth is like spring.

It is better to say that it is a village, but it is better to say that dozens of dilapidated huts with houses built on the edge of the cliff, the flat valley and the precious soil have been opened up into land and become the foundation of the village's survival.

However, despite the hot springs regulating the climate, the altitude is too high, so only barley can be grown here.

As soon as Davali and his party entered the village, there were a few barking dogs, and after a while, on the edge of the suspension bridge in the deep valley, twenty or thirty men appeared neatly, these men were not strong, on the contrary, they were as thin as ribs, and their faces were yellow and thin.

Dawali's wise face turned sideways to Chen Fan, and her lies were exposed.

However, she did not see the look of demolition, on the contrary, she caught Chen Fan's sympathetic face.

Alan ran towards a thin man, it was her man, Ngawang, and behind him a local dog barked non-stop, to the dog and the people here, Chen Fan was an outsider.

The men looked at Chen Fan's gaze and their vigilance, but it was the women who held the Zhuo Ma saber.

Dawari muttered, although these people received the Zhuo Ma knife, their hostility towards Chen Fan did not decrease.

"Chief Dawa, you shouldn't have brought an outsider to the village. ”

An old man with wrinkles in ravines speaks fluent Chinese.

Davali did not have a very good attitude towards the old man, she said: "He is a traveling doctor, he is worth coming to the village, my business, you don't have to worry about it, if you have leisure, you might as well kill a sheep for me, I need to entertain guests." ”

The old man was smoking, and he actually listened to Dawali's words, turned around and made a move, and after a while, he went to a simple circle to pull out a sheep, and the old man's hand holding the cigarette stick was replaced by a scimitar, and the knife fell, and the sheep's head fell to the ground smoothly.

Chen Fan's eyelids couldn't help jumping.

Killing a sheep is not a difficult task.

However, such a neat and neat one-size-fits-all approach as the old man is definitely a practitioner.

Of course, Chen Fan understands that this is a kind of deterrent to him.

"Ram, your movements have slowed down. ”

There seemed to be a special emotion on Davali's wrinkled face.

Chen Fan glanced at the old man named Ram, and then at Dawali.

These are two old men with a story.

"Old man, no better than young man, Ngawang, you come to pick meat, guests from afar, the village is barren, and you can only treat guests with sheep. Ram put on the cigarette stick again, and when Ngawang went to beat the whole sheep, he leaned over to Chen Fan's side, "Are you really a traveling doctor?"

Chen Fan nodded.

"Hahaha!"

Ram laughed a few times, he patted Chen Fan's shoulder inexplicably, then turned his back, pounded on the sheep for a while, picked out a bloody thing from the sheep, and stuffed it into Ngawang's mouth.

Chen Fan noticed that Alain's face was as red as an apple.

The other men smiled at Ngawang.

Ngawang still had blood at the corner of his mouth, and he ate the sheep's Raush seed raw, and tonight, he planned to give birth to a dragon and a tiger.

"Ahem. Davali made a gesture, "Doctor Chen, please, this is the place where the old man lives, but it is a little simpler." ”

"It doesn't matter. Chen Fan replied.

A woman in her forties called herself an old man, and Chen Fan didn't think it was strange.

The people in this village, Alan is the youngest and most beautiful, and the others are very old.

Pushing open the dilapidated wooden door, which only sheltered from the wind, Adava lit a homemade beeswax, and the dimly lit room was a little brighter.

"Sit. ”

Chief Dawali wiped the low mound of grass made of barley stalks, and picked the fire pit with a pole, and the fire in the pit grew brighter, and the room was hot.

While Davali poured butter tea for Chen Fan, Chen Fan looked at the room about the same.

The four walls of the house are used to describe the thatched hut of Dawali, and the only valuable thing is actually the beeswax statue on the niche.

However, when Chen Fan's gaze swept over the beeswax statue, the butter tea he had just received was splashed on the back of his hand.

"Isn't it too hot?" asked Davari.

"I didn't ...... Nope!"

Chen Fan still has the heart to care about the hot and cold butter tea.

In his heart, the waves were turbulent.

The beeswax statue turned out to be Saihuatuo!!

Carved vividly!!

Sai Huatuo appeared on someone else's worship case, how could Chen Fan not be shocked.

A bowl of hot sheep's blood, a sheep's head, and other offerings were brought into Dawari's house by the men.

No one noticed Chen Fan's expression, and one by one they reverently visited the tribute in front of the statue of Sai Huatuo and worshipped.

Even Dawari clasped her hands together and muttered some sacrificial words in her mouth.

Drink the wine and incense!

The men are so religious.

And Chen Fan wanted to pay tribute to his master who was alive and well for the first time.

So, Chen Fan also picked up the incense, lit it silently, and said silently to the statue: "Master, what good deeds have you done to become the god in their hearts." ”

Chen Fan's act of incense made the men's hostility towards him a lot less, and Ngawang even pulled his daughter-in-law Alan to appear in front of Chen Fan, stroked Chen Fan's left chest, and eagerly pulled Alan to a thatched hut not far away, as if he was busy doing a 'big thing'.

After the sacrifice, the sheep is divided into several parts, the leg of lamb is roasted on the fire, the bones are simmered in an urn, and the lamb chops are boiled in a casserole.

When the men had done all this, they all consciously withdrew from Dawari's room, and went back to their respective homes, where Ram's cigarette stick always had a ball of fireworks that lit up and off, and he came to Dawali's hut with a jar of barley wine.

The water in the urn was steaming, and suddenly there was a 'mmmmmm

Chen Fan was speechless for a while, the people here were too open, and he even noticed that when Ngawang and Alan were doing something, there were men and women secretly watching outside.

Ram knocked on the cigarette stick and poured Chen Fan a glass of turbid barley wine, "If Alan can't conceive a child, you may become mutton in this pot." ”

"Then Brother Ngawang has to break the quilt a few more times tonight to save me. ”

Chen Fan gulped down the barley wine, and although the wine looked cloudy, it tasted excellent when drunk.

Ram watched Chen Fan's every move, and suddenly laughed.

"You are very much to my liking, if you don't lie, I'll intercede for you!"

Ram's words provoked a fierce glaring from Dawali, and the old man instantly became honest, and drew circles on the ground with his cigarette stick with some uneasiness.

Chen Fan suddenly smelled the sour smell of love.

(End of chapter)