Point. After all, the chief helmsman of Guangyuan County has offended the holy monk, and a disaster is imminent."

A look of surprise appeared on Qi Zhen'er's face, and she bowed respectfully in the direction where the holy monk left.

Then she tried her best to hold herself up, and before the sound of horse hooves from the officers and soldiers in the distance approached, she limped away and ran away.

…

Boom!

With a loud noise.

The early morning silence of the town was broken.

"Ah! What happened?"

"Look! It looks like the Luoxia Inn there?"

"Why did it suddenly get dark? It's such a thick fog, why can't I see anything..."

…

"The fog has cleared, the fog has cleared!"

"Look! Luoxia Inn... collapsed?"

"What's going on? Go and have a look!"

Most of the town was alarmed.

Residents who got up early walked out of their homes one after another and rushed to the Luoxia Inn.

There may be a small number of people who take pleasure in others' misfortunes, but the vast majority of people look sad and worried.

Not only because Luoxia Inn can help the town retain merchants, but more because Cui Ying'er, the proprietress of the inn, is quite popular in the town. She is not only kind to others, but also a good cook, and often gives gifts to the town.

Chinese common people.

Among the crowds rushing towards the ruins of the inn, there was an old man and a young man walking against the current.

The old man in a linen coat hugged his grandson tightly with one hand and clasped the bamboo box filled with mechanical dolls with the other hand.

This is the only way for the two of them to make ends meet as they travel around the country performing arts. It is a life-threatening household item.

The boy was curled up in the old man's arms, while he was holding a ceramic doll. He turned around and looked at the dusty ruins in the distance with a dazed expression.

"Grandpa, why did the inn collapse just after we left?"

Fear appeared on the old man's face, he subconsciously held his grandson tightly, and luckily sighed: "Fortunately, we walked quickly. I thought it was unlucky to meet that evil monk this morning, but I didn't expect it to be a blessing in disguise."

The boy blinked his eyes lightly and asked in a low voice: "Grandpa, that bad monk, will he... die?"

Listening to his grandson's slightly complicated tone, the old man sighed softly, shook his head slightly, and said nothing.

At this moment, a group of people appeared behind the yellow mud wall not far away. They were wearing linen clothes and carrying weapons hidden around their waists. They were all looking towards the original inn with complicated expressions and saying something to each other.

They deliberately lowered their voices, making them as quiet as mosquitoes.

Little did they know that the pair of jugglers in the crowd were good at all kinds of martial arts.

Among them is lip reading...

"What Leng Biaotou means is that the monk deliberately pretended to be an evil monk? In order to make everyone leave the inn?"

"No wonder, I also think that the monk has clear features and extraordinary temperament. How can he be like that kind of country bully?"

"This Luoxia Inn is really weird. Even the waiters are masters of Qi sense...could it be the mysterious sect that is said to be founded by immortals in the world and can drive away ghosts and monsters in the rumors?"

"Do you believe the rumors in the world? It's a pity that the monk is alive or dead."
Chapter completed!