Yunzhou is the "three central states" of the nine provinces, located in the east.

A remote place.

There is an old inn in the town, and there is a person sitting in the corner of the lobby on the first floor.

This man was thin and short, with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and had a pair of fierce eyes that made people dare not look at him easily. His travels were a bit sneaky. He arrived at this old inn early this morning and sat in that inconspicuous corner. He did not order anything or communicate with others. He just sat nervously and anxiously, looking at the gate of the inn from time to time.

Every time a guest enters from the inn, it will attract the attention of this person, either nervous or expectant, and he should be waiting for someone.

But he must be disappointed today.

As the sky gradually faded, no one he had been waiting for for a long time had appeared.

Moreover, since the afternoon, the climate suddenly changed and the sky became dark and cloudy. After half an hour of wind, the cold drizzle fell silently. For a moment, the inns on the roads of the town became more and more deserted.

The waiter, under the inn shopkeeper's gaze, approached with a stern look: "Cheer officer--"

"roll!"

The man was anxious, as if he was in a fire trough. He was suddenly disturbed by the waiter, and without waiting for the other party to finish speaking, he immediately roared and scolded him.

The waiter smiled embarrassedly: "This guest official-"

"I told you to get out, can't you hear it?"

The man turned his face, with a slightly funny face, and after being paired with his cold little eyes, he felt a trembling fear. When he met his eyes, he would feel creepy as if he was facing a resentful ghost.

The waiter didn't dare to look at it anymore, and turned his eyes away, and said repeatedly: "Sorry, I'm disturbing you! I'll leave now-"

"etc!"

The man noticed the wooden plate held up by the shop's second hand, and his thick and chaotic eyebrows flicked, and asked, "What is in your hand?"

The waiter hurriedly showed the items on the wooden plate: "Customer, these are three dishes prepared by the shop for you, a pot of this stewed wine. If you don't mind, please accept it!"

The man said alertly: "I haven't ordered anything."

"Yes, you haven't ordered it before," said the waiter. "Actually, this is given to you by our store. Don't worry, you won't charge your silver!"

The man was immediately angry and scolded, "Why, I look like a waste of food?"

"No, no! Of course you are not!" The waiter called him and glared fiercely, and he was immediately scared, "If you don't like it, I will evacuate now, and evacuate for you!"

Ran just turned around and took two steps, his voice came from behind the waiter - "Stay."

"Customer, you--"

The man's eyes seemed to be empty, gathered on the table, and said slowly: "Since it's a good intention, then let it go."

"Ah, oh, um! OK, OK!"

He set up the dishes, placed the bowl, and respectfully poured the wine for him. He then stepped down and said, "Customer, please use it slowly!"

"Um."

After waiting for a long time, he was worried about the serious matters, so he even forgot to eat.

At this time, he smelled the smell of food and hunger was rising in his stomach. It was just that the store owner could not refuse the affection, so he reluctantly could not give the store owner face and let it fill his stomach.

The back hall of the old inn.

The shopkeeper saw the waiter and hurried over to him, saying anxiously: "How?"

The waiter wiped a handful of cold sweat from his face and said, "He is already using it."

"That's good, that's good!" The shopkeeper nodded repeatedly, sighed for a moment, and murmured, "I hope he can leave with food for voluntarily--Dingqingshan Yao family, we can't afford to be guilty!"

After a while, when the waiter returned to the lobby again, the head of the corner was empty. No one knew when the fierce man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks left and where he went. The waiter didn't want to care. He just felt a moment of ease from the bottom of his heart.

But when he walked to the corner to clean up the table, the waiter was shocked by the scene in front of him again, and took a breath and blurted out: "Isn't the Yao family a wealthy family? Why is this? It's even cleaner than a dog licked it!"

The shopkeeper has extraordinary eyesight and recognizes the sharp-mouthed monkey-mouthed monkey-mouthed one who is from the Yao family.

Although his surname is Yao, few people know his name and surname, and most of them just call him "Skinny Monkey".

The thin monkey was very alert. Although he did not notice anything, he chose to climb quietly from a hidden corner when he left the old inn.

Unfortunately, he never thought of it.

When the Skinny Monkey came out of the Yao Family Manor today, he had already fallen into the eyes of those who were interested.

In the house next to the old inn, two gazes were quietly looking at him as the thin monkey climbed along the wall and left in the shadows.

It was a handsome man and a burly and fat bald monk.

“Hmm,”

The fat monk's eyes were filled with fierce light, and his eyes were not as sharp as the thin monkeys, but if compared, it was clearly more like a corpse like a sea of ​​blood.

The monk's voice showed some anger: "Have we waited for this day in vain?" His breath seemed heavy because of his anger. "You said, are we staring at the wrong target?"

If someone else is a man, he may be shocked by the monk's fierce aura.

But Yan Hui doesn't. Over the past few days, he has become accustomed to the temperament of a monk who kills life.

Yan Hui did not answer the question of killing monk casually, but thought carefully before saying: "Shouhou is inconspicuous, but in fact, he ranks second in the entire Yao family, second only to the old man Yao Hong. The reason why he is not famous is because of his appearance. In addition, Shouhou is an orphan, and was abandoned by his relatives since he was a child. He survived with the adoption of the Yao family. It is considered to have received great grace."

"Now that the Yao family is suffering from disasters, and it is the endangered state of survival and death. The only one who can shoulder the heavy responsibility is probably the inconspicuous thin monkey. - Not to mention being stared at by others, just because of their respective strengths, the old man will never dare to entrust such a heavy responsibility!"

The monk Killing Sheng touched his shiny head and exhaled with a "huh": "In this way, our clues are broken again?"

Yan Hui nodded: "The person behind the scenes who stirred the Yao family to disrupt the current situation did not appear at this time, and the rumors would not appear in the future. In short, the Yao family's chess piece has long been abandoned."

"Bang!"

The clues that have been chasing the storm for several days have been cut off. The monk Killing was filled with anger and raised his hand to smash the iron fist on the pillar in front of him.

The solid wood corridor column fell half an inch under the monk's punch, leaving a fist mark, and the roof on the two of them was shaken and dust fell down.

Yan Hui turned around and glanced at him and said lightly: "You are angry in your heart. You can spread it directly to the Yao family later. Don't fall on ordinary farmers. They are counting on this house for winter."

"Shajia is just a hot topic for a moment--" The monk wanted to defend himself, but when he met Yan Hui's calm gaze, the monk couldn't help but be discouraged. He patted his head with a thick palm and said softly, "Okay, it's Sajia's fault. Give more silver ingots at a later date, which is considered compensation, right?"

Yan Hui responded with a smile.

After pausing, he said patiently: "Since the founding of the 'Qiongyu Hall', the Lord of the Ghost King Sect has been purged and restored to the orthodox Mother of the Ming King. This is enough for us to fight for the rest of our lives! The King of the Ming King of the Ming King is kind to the world. We regard ourselves as the 'Holy Teaching' and should practice the purpose of the Holy Teaching. Especially we are still the master's arms, and we need to set an example and do not overpower the ordinary people!"

The monk Killing was unhappy and said to himself: "The world calls us 'demons'. Which of the holy religions is not a bloody and cruel person with blood on his hands? With the power of our mere sect, how can we return to the orthodox thing? - If you want to say it, it is probably a mantis arm to be a chariot, and it is just a futile effort!"

Yan Hui looked at him deeply, and the monk felt guilty and turned his eyes away.

Knowing what he said, Yan Hui didn't take it seriously, but just warned: "It's fine to say these complaints in front of me, don't talk nonsense on weekdays!"

The monk turned his tiger's eyes and amply bulged his bag.

Although he seemed to have anger in his words, he actually ordered the Lord to be thoroughly executed and never received a discount. It can be seen that in his heart, he actually respected the Lord.

Yan replied: "The holy teaching says: Anyone who praises the title of the Holy Mother of the Ming King can join the holy gate, pursues the great freedom of the world, and achieves all kinds of detachment, and reaches the state of happiness and joy of immortality. In fact, what our holy teachings seek is to save sentient beings and seek freedom together. We have never been so arrogant and indifferent at the moment, looking up high above the world, treating everything as an ant, and beating arbitrarily!"

His calm and composed voice rarely showed some emotional fluctuations, and it took him a while to calm down.

"If our Holy Church had been to fulfill the orthodox teachings, how many disasters would be lost in the world?" Yan Hui's eyes showed a deep and gloomy expression, "If that were the case, I would not have lost all the familiar people and lived a larvae. What do you think, monk?"

The monk Killing does not like the inexplicable emotions.

"If there were no such situations, how could the Sa family join the Holy Sect and have their current status and cultivation?" Although he retorted, he seemed to recall something, and his rough face also showed some confusion. "Well, what to say is just a pity for the girl of the Sa family! She was poor, and she had not enjoyed a day of blessing since she was born. She was just five years old and was forced to buy it for half a dollar. The Sa family was weak and could not speak out. In the past, the Sa family only bought it as a maid. After experiencing more, she realized that she was a demon cultivator!"

Yan Hui is now in the Demon Sect, and he understands what the "demon cultivator" is trying to kill young children. He heard him speak calmly, but Yan Hui can clearly feel the sad mood of the monk killing.

"What happened later?" he said.

"Later?" The monk Killing Sheng sneered and said lightly, "What else is there? After I have achieved my magical powers, I have also looked for it, but I have never seen the demon cultivator again. Decades have passed, and even the bones she has turned into may have decayed!"

"Well." Yan Hui responded silently.

The temperament of the monk killing does not need other people's comfort.

After many years, the monk was not nostalgic, but it was mentioned by Yan Hui to make him remember the forgotten past. A moment later, the monk Killing suddenly said, "Yan Hui, do you think that the master's vision can really be realized? Or maybe, it's just her silly play? After all, she has not even reached the Double Ten this year, and her mind is undecided."

Yan replied with a smile and said, "Don't ask me this question, you should ask yourself. Or, you can ask the owner in person."

The monk Killing Sheng looked stagnant and grinned: "Then, let's forget it. Since Liubo came back, in just half a year, the master not only improved his cultivation, but also sanctioned the Ghost King Sect, and told those elders not to dare to provoke him! Now that his power is getting stronger and stronger, the Sa family doesn't want to provoke her!"

Yan glanced at him without revealing it.

However, Yan Hui was respectful and convinced by his overly young master. He still remembered that when Donghai came back, the monk Killing was thinking about the despair of defeat at the beginning, and asked the master again for advice. Who would have thought that the master was unparalleled in luck and had an adventure in the East China Sea. After returning, his cultivation level improved greatly, and he defeated the monk Killing with two moves. He started to stabilize his figure with one move, and smashed him into the ground with the "Sad Flower" magic weapon, easily and neatly won, and at the same time, he let him lie in bed for half a month.
Chapter completed!