Reborn Wild Boar: What's wrong with eating a few single people?

Beijing.

Shi Quan and Yan Tianming walked together and after entering the city, they found an inn called Ying Bafang.

"Senior Yan, it's getting late now. It might be inconvenient to rush to the Demon Suppression Division to visit Donor Li. Why don't we rest in the inn for one night. I'll go to the Demon Suppression Division early tomorrow morning. What do you think, senior?"

In front of the inn, Shiquan raised his head and glanced at the darkening sky, then suggested to Yan Tianming.

Hearing this, Yan Tianming readily agreed to Shiquan's proposal without even thinking about it.

"Little Master Shiquan's proposal is exactly what I want. I am tired after a long day's journey, so I am really tired, so I will rest in this inn for the night and go to Zhenmo Si tomorrow."

Yan Tianming chuckled. Although he agreed very much, his steps did not move at all.

Seeing this, Shi Quan had a respectful look on his face and extended his hand to invite very politely.

"Senior Yan, please go first!"

Hearing this, a trace of embarrassment flashed across Yan Tianming's face. He couldn't take out a single copper from his whole body now. The few coppers he had were returned to the old man driving the car. There was no money left to stay at the inn.

If the young monk steps forward first and walks in front, then he can naturally take a step, but if he walks in front and cannot take out the money after entering, it will be so embarrassing.

"Little monk, you go first, and I will follow." Yan Tianming smiled and excused himself politely.

"Senior Yan, you are the senior, of course you should invite me first." He insisted with a very stubborn attitude.

The senior Yan in front of me is a good friend of the master. His seniority and identity are there. Although the master is no longer here, this respect must still be given to the master's friends.

What's more, Senior Yan also promised to avenge his master and pursue the traces of the Demon Dao and the Wild Boar Demon with him. This kindness was completely unrequited, and he could only respect this senior as a person of his own uncle's generation.

"Ahem! Little monk, Pindao just gave the money he had to the old man driving the carriage, and he no longer has any money to pay for the hotel."

Seeing that the young monk insisted on inviting him first, Yan Tianming no longer concealed his embarrassment and openly stated that he was a shy doctor and could not afford to stay in an inn.

After hearing Yan Tianming's explanation, Shiquan's expression was slightly startled and his face turned slightly red.

"Senior Yan, the young monk is a monk. He relies on alms when he goes out, and he often eats and sleeps in the open."

Shiquan's words left Yan Tianming speechless for a moment, and he couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Two penniless monks and Taoist priests were dressed in rags. The waiters in the store were all human beings. Who would let you stay in the hotel if you couldn't get the money? You would have to be kicked out on the spot.

Thinking of this, Yan Tianming sighed, and then smiled very freely.

"It doesn't matter. You and I are both cultivators. It's normal to have no money on us. I'm not used to the beds in this inn. It just so happens that I know that there is a ruined temple in the east of the city. I slept in it ten years ago. It doesn’t cost any money to stay in a shabby temple, so we just went there to spend one night together.”

Yan Tianming's eyes flashed and he suggested.

"Amitabha, Senior Yan's words are deeply appreciated by the young monk. The young monk is also a frequent visitor to the ruined temple in the wilderness, so there is nothing wrong with him."

"That's a coincidence. Without further ado, we'll settle down at the ruined temple tonight."

Yan Tianming nodded, looking impatient, and walked towards the ruined temple in the east of the city.

As a frequent visitor to the dilapidated temple, Yan Tianming knew not to look at the dilapidated temple, but it was still a good place to stay. If you go there late, there will be no place. Those beggars and vagrants are also permanent residents of the dilapidated temple.

Shiquan seemed to understand Yan Tianming's thoughts and immediately followed him.

The two figures, one behind the other, gradually disappeared into the crowded streets.

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The ruined temple in the east of the city.

Seeing that the sky was getting darker and darker, a group of beggars who were begging for a living in the city came out of the street corner in small groups and walked towards an almost abandoned temple in front of them.

At this moment, on the small road not far away, Shi Quan and Yan Tianming also appeared on the street, following a few beggars to the ruined temple.

After a while, Shiquan, Yan Tianming and five beggars walked into the ruined temple. These five beggars obviously often used this ruined temple as their foothold. The open space in the temple was covered with a thick layer of straw. , there are obvious signs of being crushed by someone.

Shiquan and Yan Tianming found an open space against the wall in the open space near the entrance of the ruined temple. They simply tidied up and sat on the ground. They crossed their legs calmly and planned to close their eyes and practice for the night.

At this moment, Shiquan, who was about to close his eyes, inadvertently glanced at several beggars with his peripheral vision. When Shiquan discovered that these beggars exuded a strange aura that seemed familiar, his pupils shrank slightly, and a flash of light flashed across his face. A hint of doubt.

Why are the auras on these beggars so familiar? It gives one a palpitating feeling.

Shiquan's eyelids were twitching wildly, and there was also a wave of emotion in Kujing Wubo's heart at this moment.

Something is wrong. These beggars are as skinny as wood. Logically speaking, they are weak. They should look like they have a lack of Qi and blood, and lack of energy. How could they emit such strong blood? Could it be that they have eaten some heavenly material that nourishes Qi and blood? Earth treasure.

Shiquan's sharp eyes swept over these beggars one by one, and found that the five beggars crowded together in the ruined temple all looked like this, and they all had a strange aura that was difficult to detect.

This aura is so obscure that ordinary people can't detect any abnormalities at all. If Shiquan didn't have a familiar feeling about this aura, he might not be able to detect it.

Thinking of this, Shiquan narrowed his eyes slightly, and a glimmer of light flashed in his pupils.

The next moment, a trace of mana flowing in his dantian surged into his eyes, instantly dyeing his original dark eyes into a pair of golden eyes, exuding sacred Buddha light.

At this moment, Shiquan used his own magic power to open the eyes of the six senses of Buddhism, and was able to identify all hidden demonic auras and distinguish the true form of demons.

After Yan Tianming, who usually meditated quietly, noticed Shiquan's unusual behavior, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Shiquan, who had a faint golden glow in his eyes.

Yan Tianming knew in his heart that this was Shiquan suddenly opening his Buddhist eyesight, and he must have discovered something unusual, so he did not bother him. He looked at Shiquan with twinkling eyes, and then at the group of beggars opposite, with a look on his face. With contemplation.

In the ruined temple, Shiquan's eyes, which had opened his eyesight, once again glanced at the group of beggars, and the look of shock on his face became more intense.

Under his magical power of vision, these beggars exuded a trace of rich blood soul energy, as if they were enveloped by a thin layer of rising blood mist.

Ordinary monks who have not practiced the magical power of improving eyesight would not be able to see any clues about such an astonishing phenomenon, let alone ordinary people.

However, even if a monk noticed the strange phenomena on these beggars, he would never think that there was anything strange about them.

After all, these blood and soul energy represent that the person has abundant blood energy and strong soul power. He must have inadvertently taken some food that nourishes the energy and blood. A beggar who goes around begging will inevitably pick up some leftovers from wealthy people, and this is not enough. strange.

However, the visions of these beggars became completely different after they fell into Shiquan's eyes.

The strange phenomena on these beggars were so familiar to him that Shi Quan was shocked and suddenly woke up. Isn't this the same aura as the blood soul monster that caused trouble in Tianwu City back then?

Although there was only a trace, which was far from as powerful as the blood soul demon's aura, it made Shi Quan think of many things in an instant.

The strange phenomena that happened to these beggars must be inextricably linked to the evil way back then.

When he thought that the tragedy that happened in Tianwu City that year was very likely to happen in the capital, Shiquan's face changed drastically, his mind was shocked, and there was a trace of fear on his face.

"Little monk, what's wrong with you? Why are you looking so pale?"

Yan Tianming, who was sitting aside, saw something strange on Shiquan's face, frowned, and asked.

Hearing this, Shi Quan withdrew his magic power, and the golden light in his eyes slowly receded, revealing his original dark eyes.

After taking a deep breath, Shiquan whispered his guesses and findings to Yan Tianming.

After hearing Shiquan's story, Yan Tianming also realized the seriousness of the matter. In order not to alert the snake, the two discussed it and decided to pretend that they didn't know anything. They rushed to the Demon Suppression Division early tomorrow morning to inform Li Mengke of the matter and seek help from the Suppressor. Magic's help.