As soon as these words came out, the originally noisy inn immediately became silent.
Qu Huanbo pressed down his bamboo hat and looked up. The man's eyes were gloomy and his face was evil. He was wearing a blue and white knight's shirt with the seal of "Green Pine White Head" printed on his back.
Diancang Sect?
Qu Huanbo thought secretly.
If we talk about the past, the Diancang sect was the leader of the righteous path in southern Xinjiang.
Reluctantly fighting against the Ghost Cult.
But after the re-emergence of the Sesshou Temple, the entire southern Xinjiang was reshuffled.
Qu Huanbo did not expect that the disciple Dian Cang, who claimed to be righteous, could be so domineering.
Since he had other purposes for this trip, it was originally inconvenient for him to reveal his identity, but it concerned him, so he couldn't just sit idly by.
So Qu Huanbo slowly put down his bowls and chopsticks, and just when he was about to speak a lesson, the old man gave him a 'reassuring' look.
Qu Huanbo was slightly startled. He didn't expect that this old man had a deep foundation.
I am also very curious about how he will deal with it.
The old man was still smiling, and he first saluted the disciples of the Diancang Sect.
"Sir, there really isn't any mutton."
"But we have other food in our shop, do you want it?"
Hongmao is the ninth generation disciple of the Diancang sect.
He obviously has extraordinary talent, but unfortunately he has never had a chance to shine.
There is no other reason.
As the leader of the righteous path in southern Xinjiang, the Diancang Sect is really full of talents.
Dian Cang Shuang Ying, Dian Cang Four Evils.
Which one is not a unique genius?
In comparison, Hongmao pales in comparison among the bright stars.
I, Hongmao, just lack an opportunity!
Soon this opportunity came to me.
After this competition, Shuang Ying and Si Sha seemed to have received a cold reception.
They were all locked up tightly by the head master.
And Hongmao's fortune finally turned around, and he suddenly became Cangsong Taoist's most valued disciple.
In one fell swoop, he became the leader of this jade-sharing conference.
Before leaving, Master Cangsong specially told him: During this trip, he must point out the Cang sect for me and make his stance clear!
Then he talked about the grievances between Daguangming Temple and Shasheng Temple.
With Daguangming Temple to rely on, I can act easily when the time comes and don’t have to be restrained.
Hongmao is a very thoughtful person, so he naturally understands Cangsong’s thoughts.
And this inn, where all the major sects in southern Xinjiang gather, is a good opportunity to clarify their stance.
"Oh? Tell me."
When meeting this old man with a low eyebrow, Hongmao felt soft in his heart, and couldn't help but secretly thought: This old guy is quite sensible.
But who knew, the old man smiled: "Sir, would you like a piece of our braised human head?"
As soon as these words came out, the smile on Hongmao's face froze.
My heart thumped for no reason.
I looked up and saw the old man's eyes that were half-smiling but not smiling, and I couldn't help but feel hairy all over my body.
This old man is definitely not an ordinary person!
But at this moment, the old man suddenly reached out and slapped himself on the cheek.
‘Pa~’
"Sir, look at this old man's foul mouth."
"It's a braised lion's head, a red-handed lion's head."
When Hongmao heard this, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and then laughed and cursed: "You old man is probably a little confused because of your age, you really deserve to be damned."
The monks in the entire restaurant also laughed and cursed.
"Hahaha, I was also shocked."
"I thought I met a black shop."
"I just ate a lot of meat and drank a lot of wine."
The next moment, the old man suddenly grinned and bowed: "Hahaha, my dear guests, please forgive me.
It was the little old man who said the wrong thing for a moment.
But this guest officer’s guess was pretty good.
The old man did run a black shop before."
The laughter in the dining hall stopped suddenly.
A few monks even wanted to dig out their own throats.
"I used to burn a lot of heads."
"But please rest assured, gentlemen, since I was transformed by the mage on the mountain, I have never killed anyone again.
Today’s meals are all good, so you can rest assured.
Even the old man’s verbal problem cannot be changed in a short while.
Please forgive me, please forgive me."
As soon as these words came out, the eyes of all the monks looking at the old man changed.
Just now I thought he was just a country man.
But looking at it now, he has an inscrutable smile on his face, which makes him feel even more unfathomable.
Could this be an expert hermit!
When I think about the Sesshou Temple on the mountain, which has always been practiced with blood, it seems natural to open a black shop at the foot of the mountain.
"Boy, eat well and drink well, and drink enough."
Even though he said this, no one among the monks dared to use chopsticks.
But the old man turned his head to look at Hongmao, and asked with a smile: "Sir, do you want this braised lion's head?"
"This..."
"Although the old man's braised lion's head is not as good as braised human head, it is still a small flavor in the world."
Hongmao didn't know what to say for a moment.
I just have black lines all over my head, and I want to find someone to help me with my psychological shadow.
"Hmph, sensationalizing!"
Hongmao couldn't figure out the old man's background at first, so he didn't know how to respond, so he followed the sound and looked.
I saw the man lifting his hat, revealing a shiny and wealthy face.
And he was wearing a 'Qingshui Hongbo shirt' with the 'dice' icon printed on his shoulders, which is the logo of Qinghong Villa.
"It turns out to be Brother Bu!"
Bu Hengqiu once followed Bu Qingyun to Diancang Mountain, so Hongmao recognized him at a glance.
Bu Hengqiu nodded slightly and crossed his fists. He couldn't remember the other person's name, so he said hello.
He turned around and walked up to the old man, and said somewhat arrogantly: "He's just a villager in a remote mountain field."
"Could it be that you also want to use the name of Sesshoji Temple to gain prestige?"
After speaking, he looked at each other, obviously hoping to overwhelm the old man's momentum.
The old man smiled slightly, but his eyes gradually moved up. Under Bu Hengqiu's momentum, he was as steady as a mountain.
Next to him, Qu Huanbo's eyes lit up: This old man is really not simple!
"Amitabha."
At this moment, a monk suddenly appeared outside the door.
"Hey, why are you so quiet today?"
Li Sao, who was familiar with driving, put half a bag of sorghum in the corner, turned around and said, "Donor Li, this is new sorghum, and it's still fragrant."
"Senior brother said that the wine last time was good, but the spiritual loss was so severe that it can no longer be cooked using the ordinary method."
When the old man heard this, he laughed.
"Buddha is interested, so please ask Master Lisao to take care of the old man."
Li Sao clasped her hands together and nodded yes.
At this moment, cynicism sounded in my ears: "Oh, Buddha?"
"The world is declining, and no one dares to claim to be a Buddhist~"
When Li Sao heard this, a flash of disdain immediately flashed across her face. She turned around and looked, who else could it be if it wasn't Bu Hengqiu?
"Amitabha."
"Good, good, good."
"Isn't this Donor Bu? The scar on his face is healed?"
As soon as he said this, Bu Hengqiu's handsome face suddenly turned red.
This couldn't help but remind him of the unbearable memories in the secret realm of Wanhe.
Secretly gritting his teeth, he gave Li Sao a vicious look.
ps: monthly tickets, recommended tickets, come to the bowl~
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I didn't pay attention when I wrote this chapter before. There is a paragraph in the middle that is repeated. It has been revised now and can be consumed with confidence.