After Jin Buhuan entered Fengdu City, he turned into an alley and hid in a corner.
I stood there for almost half an hour and found no one following me, so I turned into another corner.
As he walked and walked, almost everywhere, he stayed for a while to see if anyone was following him.
After making sure that no one was following him three times in a row, he speeded up and turned into a low house.
Inside the house are pharmacies. There are no customers and it is very deserted.
At the front desk, the shopkeeper was dozing off on the table out of boredom.
"Excuse me, what do you need?" When he saw someone coming in, he asked without even raising his head.
"Three taels of money and four pounds of wild lilies." Jin Buhuan said the secret code of communication.
The shopkeeper then raised his head, with an imperceptible glint in his eyes, and asked: "I don't sell money for three taels, but do you want five taels? Four kilograms of wild lilies are not enough, only three kilograms are available, do you want them?"
"As many as you want," Jin Buhuan said.
"Customer manager, please follow me inside to get some medicine." After the shopkeeper finished speaking, he shouted inside: "Xiao Wu, take a look at the store, I'll go get some medicine for the customer."
After a while, a young man of sixteen or seventeen years old walked out of it and said: "Shopkeeper, you go ahead, I will keep an eye on the store."
The shopkeeper then took Jin Buhuan into the pharmacy inside, and then stretched out his hand in front of Jin Buhuan.
Jin Buhuan picked up a golden token from his body and handed it over.
The shopkeeper took a look at the golden token and said, "It turns out you are a disciple of Master Jinhe. I'm sorry. I wonder what's wrong with you coming here?"
"Shopkeeper, I have something urgent to report to Third Master Uncle." Jin Buhuan said urgently.
The five great monks of Jinshan Temple are the eldest disciple Jinying, the second disciple Jinhe, the third disciple Jindiao, the fourth disciple Jinji and the fifth disciple Jinpeng.
As a disciple of the second disciple Jin He, Jin Buhuai was naturally called the third master uncle Jin Diao.
"The limelight is a bit tight now. If there is nothing important, try not to look for him." The shopkeeper said.
"The ghost detective plan failed. Except for me, all three of Ji Yu died. Is this significant enough?" Jin Buhuan asked in a low voice.
The shopkeeper thought for a moment and then said: "Come here and let me check it."
Jin Buhuan went over, and the shopkeeper inspected him carefully before taking out a mechanism from the wall and pressing it.
A gurgling sound was heard, and a moment later, a tunnel opening appeared in the corner of the wall.
The shopkeeper jumped in from inside.
Jin Buhuan jumped in and found that there was a tunnel inside, with connections in all directions below.
I followed the shopkeeper, going around and around, and after an unknown amount of time, I finally came out of the tunnel.
Jin Buhuan was surprised when he saw the scene in front of him.
At the exit is a small noodle shop with a lot of noodles filling the entire room.
Two shop assistants were kneading noodles when they suddenly appeared from the tunnel without any surprise.
The shopkeeper walked over and whispered something into a clerk's ear, and then the clerk walked out and spoke in code to the boss who was cooking noodles.
The noodle shop is doing very well, with many customers coming and going, all waiting outside.
This small noodle shop has been open for many years and has many regular customers.
"Everyone, let my apprentice cook for you. There are three urgent needs." The noodle shop owner wiped the sweat on his forehead and said with a smile.
"Master, let me do it!" The clerk took his spoon.
The shop owner lifted up the hanging cloth and walked in, his eyes falling on Jin Buhuan.
"three……"
"Shh!"
The shop owner made a gesture of silence, and with a stroke of his hand, he set up a soundproofing ban, and then pointed to the corner of the wall.
Jin Buhuan quickly walked to the corner, squatted down, and looked in shock at the long-haired man with a sweat cloth around his neck in front of him.
He never dreamed that this man was actually his third uncle.
The little one hid in the wild, the big one hid in the city. He finally understood the true meaning of these words.
Who would have thought that a man who has opened a noodle shop in the ghost world for more than 20 years would be the third disciple of Jinshan Temple, a native of Jinshan.
This sacrifice is really big enough.
A while ago, when he came to Fengdu City, he ate noodles at this noodle shop!
"You are the second junior brother's disciple Jin He, right? What's the emergency with me?" Master Jin Diao asked directly.
Only then did Jin Buhuan react and said quickly: "Uncle Third, what's wrong, our plan this time..."
"Wait a moment."
The golden eagle quickly stopped him and grabbed his arm.
"Uncle Third Master, what's wrong?"
The golden light flashed on the golden eagle's hand, and its vitality was blasted away.
Only a small squeaking sound was heard, and a small insect the size of a mung bean popped out of his clothes and fell to the ground.
It was a green bone worm. After it fell to the ground, it flapped its wings and flew away.
"This is the Green Bone Insect." Jin Buhuan's expression changed drastically.
Green bone worm is a very famous tracking bone worm. It is very concealable, so it has always been used for tracking.
"Uncle Third Master, when I came back, I checked my whole body and found no trace. The shopkeeper also checked." Jin Buhuan said urgently.
"This was created by an expert. The beetle has stealth skills, and the tracking energy inside is very weak, so ordinary people can't detect it at all."
The golden eagle master pinched the beetle, and the beetle immediately exploded and died.
At this moment, suddenly strong winds blew outside the noodle shop, causing sand and rocks to fly.
Creepy, creepy.
Waves of sinister laughter rang out, interspersed with bursts of screams.
The Golden Eagle Master hurriedly walked out and found the monk who was eating noodles, dead and wounded, screaming in agony.
The clerk was even worse, his face turned black, his hands were tightly clamped on his neck, and he was frothing at the mouth.
In mid-air, two ghost cultivators were suspended, one on the left and one on the right, surrounding the noodle shop.
These two ghost cultivators have already condensed into form, and their appearance can be seen from their appearance. At first glance, they have cultivation levels above the realm of ghost kings.
One has a white face and the other has a black face. They look very ugly, just like the black and white in hell.
"Master Golden Eagle, you are really hidden. Our brothers have been looking for you for more than ten years and still haven't been able to find you."
"Who would have thought that the majestic Golden Eagle Master would actually devote himself to being a noodle shop owner and cook noodles every day for more than 20 years."
"We brothers often come to your noodle shop to eat noodles. I never dreamed it was you."
"The hair is so long that we all looked in the wrong direction."
"I have said that a monk is not necessarily a monk, but you are looking for a bald donkey."
"We've checked this bald man from head to toe several times."
The Black and White Ghost King says one sentence to you and one sentence to me, singing and harmonizing. He speaks in a very rhythmic manner, obviously he is used to this way of speaking.
"When did you put the green bone worm on me?" Jin Buhuan stood up and said angrily.
"Don't ask them, just ask me." A familiar voice rang.
Two streams of light suddenly appeared, one behind the other, following the black and white ghost king, surrounding the small noodle shop from four directions.
After seeing the face of the visitor clearly, Jin Buhuan immediately knew that he had been tricked.
Because the two people who came were Prince Sha and Binglan.