The village chief sent two young and strong villagers to lead them.
Su Qingyu and Bai Huo walked behind, talking in a low voice that only the two of them could hear.
Bai Huo said with some confusion: "Strange, why did that monkey suddenly go crazy just now?"
Su Qingyu whispered: "I saw a little bit of black hair on the monkey's paw. This village is also being slowly eroded."
"But the monkey did behave very docilely at the beginning."
"The monkey went crazy when it smelled Yingluo. Don't forget, we put the bones of the monkey god into Yingluo's body..."
Bai Huo groaned for a moment and said, "What the girl said makes sense. The monkey's madness should be related to the bones of the Monkey God."
The villagers took both of them to the Monkey Temple.
"You can go in now."
Several villagers joined forces and pushed the door of the Monkey Temple open a tiny crack.
As the villagers were about to leave, a young man in a black coat muttered, "Even if it's to repay a favor, we shouldn't let these outsiders in."
Su Qingyu had better hearing, so he immediately grabbed the wrist of the young man who was about to leave and asked, "Big brother, didn't your village allow outsiders to enter before?"
The young man in the black coat was startled. He looked Su Qingyu up and down and said with a straight face, "Don't ask me. I won't talk to outsiders like you."
"But you just said it."
The young man's eyes widened slightly: "I did that to tell you that I won't talk to you."
"You're saying it again now." Su Qingyu's eyebrows curved and he raised two fingers. "You've said it twice."
"… "
The young man immediately covered his mouth and glared.
Bai Huo politely bowed to the young man, and then asked in a gentle voice: "Sir, we have no ill intentions, we just have some questions for you."
The young man put down his hand that was covering his mouth, and instead of looking at Su Qingyu, he focused his gaze on Bai Huo and asked, "Why do you speak so elegantly? I see that you are dressed like a Taoist priest, right?"
Bai Huo introduced himself: "I am the disciple of Zhixu Sanren."
The young man's attitude softened instantly. He clapped his hands and said, "So you are the disciple of the Taoist priest. It's really like a flood that washed away the Dragon King Temple. Family members don't recognize each other. I was wondering why the old village chief suddenly said he wanted to meet a guest today. It turned out to be because of the Taoist priest.
Since your master saved our village, I will tell you that our village generally does not welcome outsiders. Several forest rangers came here before, saying they were going to do some work, but they ended up wandering around the village, talking nonsense, rummaging around, and angered the monkey god, causing a large number of monkeys in the village to die. It was so annoying."
This village seems to be very xenophobic.
The young man's words were full of sarcasm and disgust. He continued, "Those forest rangers actually said that monkeys are pollution. Isn't that ridiculous
It was your master who helped us save those monkeys, so the people in our village are very grateful to your master.
I remind you that if you want to stay in this village for a longer time, you must sincerely believe in the Monkey God, and the Monkey God will bless you with safety. "