Mirroring the changes

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 had a gloomy look and a bad face. He was wearing a blue and white knight's shirt with a "white pine and white head" seal on his back.

Dian Cang Sect?

Qu Huanbo thought to himself.

In the past, Dian Cang Sect was the leader of the righteous way in southern Xinjiang.

It barely competed with the Ghost Sect.

But after the resurgence of the Killing Temple, the entire southern Xinjiang was reshuffled.

Qu Huanbo didn't expect that the self-proclaimed righteous Dian Cang disciples would be so domineering.

Because he had other purposes for this trip, it was not convenient to reveal his identity, but he couldn't sit idly by since it was related to himself.

So Qu Huanbo slowly put down his bowl and chopsticks, and when he was about to teach him a lesson, the old man gave him a "reassuring" look.

Qu Huanbo was slightly stunned. He didn't expect that this old man was still a deep-rooted person.

He was also very curious about how he would deal with it.

The old man still had a smile on his face, and he saluted the disciples of Dian Cang Sect.

"Sir, there is really no mutton."

"But our store has other food, do you want it?"

Hongmao is the ninth generation disciple of Dian Cang Sect.

He is obviously gifted, but unfortunately he has never had the opportunity to show his talent.

The reason is simple.

As the leader of the righteous way in southern Xinjiang, Dian Cang Sect is really full of talents.

The two heroes of Dian Cang, the four evil spirits of Dian Cang.

Which one is not a genius among ten thousand.

In contrast, Hongmao is eclipsed among the bright stars.

I, Hongmao, just lack an opportunity!

Soon this opportunity came to me.

After this competition meeting, the two heroes and the four evil spirits seemed to be treated coldly.

They were all locked up by the head master.

And Hongmao finally turned his luck around and became the most respected disciple of Taoist Cangsong.

He became the leader of this jade sharing meeting in one fell swoop.

Before leaving, Cangsong Zhenren specifically told him: You must make a clear stand for me on this trip!

Then he talked about the grievances between Daguangming Temple and Shasheng Temple.

With Daguangming Temple to rely on, you can do whatever you want when the time comes, without being restrained.

Hongmao is a smart person, so he naturally understands Cangsong Zhenren's intentions.

And this inn, which gathers all the major sects in southern Xinjiang, is a good opportunity to make your stand clear.

"Oh? Tell me."

Seeing the old man in front of him lowering his eyebrows and looking pleasing, Hongmao's heart softened, and he couldn't help but secretly thought: This old guy is quite sensible.

But who knows, the old man smiled and said: "Sir, would you like a portion of our braised human heads?"

As soon as these words came out, the smile on Hongmao's face froze.

His heart "thumped" for no reason.

He looked up and saw the old man's half-smiley eyes, and he couldn't help but feel goosebumps all over his body.

This old man is definitely not an ordinary person!

But at this moment, the old man suddenly stretched out his hand and slapped his cheek.

‘Pa~’

“Sir, look at this old man’s stinky mouth.”

“It’s braised lion’s head, red-handed lion’s head.”

Hongmao heaved a sigh of relief when he heard this, and immediately laughed and scolded: “Are you old and confused? You are really a damned one.”

The monks in the whole restaurant also laughed and scolded.

“Hahaha, you scared me too.”

“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, please forgive me, dear guests.

I said the wrong thing for a while.

But this guest guessed it right.

The old man did run a black shop before.”

The laughter in the dining hall stopped abruptly.

There were even a few monks who wanted to reach out and scratch their throats.

"I used to burn heads well."

"But please rest assured, my guests, I have never killed anyone since I was converted by the mage on the mountain.

The food today is good, you can rest assured.

It's just that the old man's mouth problem cannot be corrected in a short time.

Please forgive me, please forgive me."

After these words came out, the eyes of the monks looking at the old man changed.

Just now, I thought he was just a country bumpkin.

But now, with an unfathomable smile on his face, I feel more and more unfathomable.

Isn't this a hermit master!

Thinking of the Killing Temple on the mountain, which has always practiced with blood, it seems reasonable to open a black shop at the foot of the mountain.

"Everyone, eat and drink well, there is plenty of wine and water."

Although he said so, none of the monks dared to pick up their chopsticks.

But the old man turned his head to look at Hongmao, and asked with a smile: "Sir, do you want this braised lion head?"

"This..."

"Although the old man's braised lion head is not as good as the braised human head, it is also a little flavor in the world."

Hongmao didn't know what to say for a while.

He just had a lot of black lines on his head, and wanted to find someone to ask for help for his psychological shadow.

"Hmph, grandstanding!"

Hongmao didn't know the old man's background at first, and didn't know how to respond. At this time, he looked in the direction of the voice.

The man lifted his hat, revealing a shiny and wealthy face.

He was wearing a 'Qingshui Hongbo shirt', and the 'color' icon was printed on his shoulder, which was the logo of Qinghong Villa.

"It turned out to be Brother Bu!"

Bu Hengqiu had been to Dian Cang Mountain with Bu Qingyun, 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 then 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 the power of a fox and a tiger?"

After speaking, his eyes met, 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.

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, 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 ordinary methods."

The old man laughed when he heard this.

"Buddha is interested, please ask Master Li Sao to take care of the old man."

Li Sao clasped her hands together and nodded in agreement.

At this moment, a cynicism sounded in my ears: "Huh, 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 saw, 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 in return.

PS: monthly tickets, recommended tickets, come to the bowl~

I didn't pay attention when I wrote this chapter before, but there was a repetitive paragraph in the middle. Now it has been revised and you can eat it with confidence.