A group of people entered the town at night. They were both tall and short, fat and thin, men and women. The first person who entered the town was a short, fat man with a fat head and big ears. His smile was somewhat compassionate, a bit like the so-called Buddhism.
Maitreya Buddha, in fact, this short and fat man does have a nickname called Nanshan Maitreya. He is a somewhat famous local monk in Huanglong Prefecture.
It is said that this person was once a disciple of Buddhism and practiced in a large temple. However, he did not abide by the rules and precepts and was soon expelled from the temple. Now he has become a casual practitioner.
After Nanshan Maitreya entered the town, two more figures appeared in the night.
There was a couple following behind him. The man was tall and thin, carrying a long sword on his back, and wearing a gray cloth robe. The woman beside him had a good appearance, some beauty, and a slender figure, especially the beauty of her chest, which was very attractive.
It’s not too much to say that it’s a magnificent statement.
She also has a long sword at her waist.
The man's name is Xu Bai, and the woman's name is Jiang Ying. They are also well-known casual cultivators in Huanglong Prefecture.
Not many people know the origins of this sword cultivator couple, but they are known to be inseparable and have a very good relationship.
Following these three people, there was a group of three monks dressed in the same clothes, with the same appearance. Their faces were expressionless at the moment, and they were all heading towards the inn.
The last person to enter the town was a Taoist priest wearing a sloppy robe, covered in oil and with messy hair. He was drinking from a wine gourd and walking towards the inn.
Nanshan Maitreya walked into the inn first, looked at the middle-aged man behind the counter, and said with a smile: "I want a guest room."
The middle-aged shopkeeper looked at the short, fat man with a compassionate face and said with some embarrassment: "The inn is already full, and I'm afraid we won't be able to stay here."
Nanshan Maitreya smiled slightly when he heard this and said nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter."
As he spoke, he walked to the second floor alone, stopped in front of a guest room for a while, and then knocked on the door gently. Then, as the guest room opened, Nanshan Maitreya looked at the middle-aged man in front of him with a smile and said: "I would like to invite fellow Taoist friends
Give up a guest room."
The middle-aged man, who is also a monk, frowned, "Why?"
Nanshan Maitreya didn't say much, he just smiled and stretched out one hand, grabbed the middle-aged man's collar directly, and then threw him towards the lobby on the first floor. At the same time, while the monk was still in mid-air, he smiled
He handed out a palm, and a huge golden palm appeared out of thin air, imprinted on the monk in mid-air. Before the monk fell, his body was shattered by his palm, and finally turned into a cloud of blood mist, heading towards
Floating out from the door of the inn.
Nanshan Maitreya closed his hands, looked at the frightened innkeeper over there and smiled and said: "Please clean the guest room, the poor monk wants to move in."
The shopkeeper must have seen strong winds and waves, and he quickly came to his senses, kicked the boy who was also frightened, and cursed: "Why don't you go and tidy up the guest room for the master!"
The waiter came to his senses and walked to the second floor cautiously. This was the first time he had seen such a scene even in so many years in the inn.
In the Liang Dynasty, the lives of ordinary people were not valuable, and the lives of these monks were actually not that valuable, especially for casual cultivators who did not have a deep background behind them and traveled around the world. Whether they could live a long life actually depends on whether they have the ability to do so.
Otherwise, even if you do your duty, you may not be able to live peacefully.
However, the blood mist at the door dissipated, and the sword cultivator couple immediately walked into the inn. Smelling the smell of blood that had not yet dissipated, and looking at Nanshan Maitreya who was now standing on the second floor, Xu Bai quickly retracted his gaze and looked towards
The innkeeper asked: "Are there any guest rooms?"
The innkeeper looked at the long sword carried behind the man and was speechless for a moment. Nanshan Maitreya almost spoke like this before, and then someone died here. Will the sword cultivator in front of him let the previous scene play out again in the inn?
The innkeeper really doesn't know.
Nanshan Maitreya looked at Xu Bai with a smile and said, "Fellow Daoist Xu, there are no vacancies. You are late."
Nanshan Maitreya, who is also a well-known casual cultivator in Huanglong Prefecture, has dealt with this sword cultivator couple for the first time.
Xu Bai smiled and said: "Fellow Taoist Nanshan just happened to catch up with the last room?"
Nanshan Maitreya smiled but said nothing.
At this time, many guests in the inn actually heard what happened in the inn. After knowing what happened in the inn, many people immediately walked out of their rooms and checked out in front of the counter owner. The inn owner also knew that he would definitely
Something big happened, and there was nothing to stop them. They just had to collect all the money that should be collected, and finally four or five empty rooms were suddenly available.
As for the guests who are still unwilling to leave at this time, they are more or less ordinary people.
After that, the sword cultivator couple asked for a guest room, dropped a piece of heavenly money, and walked to the second floor by themselves. When passing by Nanshan Maitreya, Xu Bai said intentionally or unintentionally: "Fellow Taoists don't look like Buddhists.
Disciple, doing things like this harms the harmony of heaven and earth."
Nanshan Maitreya ignored him and just sneered: "How the poor monk does things, I won't bother you Taoist to say more. If you don't like it, the poor monk can discuss it with you. If you want the couple to do it together,
, the poor monk also took it."
Xu Bai smiled and said: "There are plenty of opportunities, why rush."
After saying this, Xu Bai walked into one of the guest rooms with his wife, who had been silent.
At this time, three monks with the same appearance walked into the inn side by side and each asked for a room.
There is only one guest room left that was withdrawn before.
Nanshan Maitreya looked outside the inn and finally saw the expected figure.
A sloppy Taoist priest walked into the inn while drinking wine and asked, "Are there any guest rooms?"
The innkeeper replied bravely, "There is only one room left."
The sloppy Taoist sniffed his nose vigorously, then smiled and said: "It's good to have a place to live, but we have agreed beforehand that poor Taoists don't have money."
This was not the first time that such a thing had happened. The innkeeper said with a smile: "It is an honor for the immortal master to stay here. How can I ask for the immortal master's money?"
The sloppy Taoist priest nodded, threw out the wine gourd in his hand, and ordered: "Fill it with good wine and send it back to the poor Taoist."
The innkeeper nodded quickly and threw the wine gourd to the waiter aside.
The sloppy Taoist priest slowly walked up to the second floor, looked at the Nanshan Maitreya who had been waiting for him, and said with some disgust: "It's you, the monk again."
Nanshan Maitreya smiled and said: "It's fate that we can meet again. The Taoist monk and the poor monk are destined to be together. Otherwise, the poor monk helps the Taoist monk to become a monk?"
The sloppy Taoist priest raised his eyebrows and said, "Just say it clearly if you want to die. There is no need to be so secretive."
Nanshan Maitreya laughed it off.
The sloppy Taoist priest and Nanshan Maitreya walked into the guest room respectively. The innkeeper, who had expected a huge conflict tonight, breathed a sigh of relief.
He didn't care about fighting and killing, since it wouldn't cause any trouble for him anyway. The only thing he was afraid of was destroying the tables, chairs and benches in the inn and the large bottles of wine he had. Then he would lose both his wife and his army.
There was no conflict among the people tonight, which is a good thing anyway.
But soon, the innkeeper who was deep in thought was woken up by his waiter.
The sad-looking waiter was pouring wine in front of a wine vat. At this moment, he suddenly looked up at the innkeeper and said, "Honor, there is a monster in this wine gourd. I have poured more than half of the vat of wine into it, but it is still not full!"
The innkeeper turned his head, his expression a little unnatural, but he knew some tricks and knew that this was a so-called magical weapon. Even though his body ached at this moment, he could only grit his teeth and say: "Continue to fill it until it is full."
He would definitely not be able to receive the money for the drinks, but it was definitely not a good choice to anger that sloppy Taoist priest of unknown origin at this moment. He could only bite the bullet and entertain him.
"After filling up the wine, ask the chef to kill a sheep and send several lamb legs to those immortal masters!"
After saying this, the innkeeper also sighed. Even if he didn't want to, there was nothing he could do. The world is like this. What can we do?
Between saving life and making money, no one would be foolish enough to choose the latter, right?
The waiter was sweating profusely and continued to lie down next to the wine vat, but before it was full, the sloppy Taoist priest walked out of the guest room on the second floor and came to the lobby. The innkeeper immediately cheered up and said with a smile: "
Immortal Master, the wine gourd is not full yet, you have to wait a while."
The sloppy Taoist glanced at him and thought about it. The wine gourd moved from the hands of the waiter to the palm of the sloppy Taoist.
After smelling the aroma of the wine in the wine gourd, the sloppy Taoist priest was a little dissatisfied, "It's not bad."
Then he raised his head and took a sip before wandering out of the inn, not knowing where he was going.
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The young man named Erhu hesitated for a long time, and finally knocked on Chen Chao's door alone.
Chen Chao opened the door, looked at the cautious and obviously worried young man in front of him, and asked, "Is something wrong?"
The young man glanced at the empty plate over there, then gave Chen Chao a tentative look and asked, "Master Chen, isn't he an ordinary person?"
Ordinary people would not carry a piece of heavenly money with them when they go out, nor would they just throw away a piece of heavenly money.
Chen Chao frowned and said bluntly: "If you have anything to say, just tell me."
The young man took a deep breath, made up his mind, and then said: "Mr. Chen, I have a deal, do you want to do it?"
Chen Chao glanced at the young man but did not speak immediately, let alone ask what the deal was.
The young man gritted his teeth and explained his purpose to Chen Chao, "I have a demon bead in my hand, not an ordinary one. Do you want it, Mr. Chen? If necessary, I can sell it to Mr. Chen."
Chen Chao took two steps back and sat down on a chair beside him. Then he raised his eyebrows and said, "Demon pearl? Take it out and see its quality?"
The young man did not hesitate. Since he had chosen Chen Chao as his buyer, he had nothing to hide. He quickly took out the box in his arms and opened it to reveal the green demon bead.
Chen Chao has been killing demons in Tianqing County for several years and has seen many demon beads. Naturally, he knows that this demon bead is indeed of a high grade. He is afraid that this monster has reached the peak of the Sea of Bitterness before his death and will soon set foot on the other side.
That kind of.
In the Liang Dynasty, monsters ate people from time to time, but the monster beads after the monsters died also had many uses for the monks. They could be used to make magic weapons or used as medicine.
There is really no need to worry about getting rid of this demon bead, but it is hard to say whether it will be sold or snatched away.
Chen Chao glanced at the young man and asked thoughtfully: "Why are you so anxious to take action? Is the demon bead coming from a wrong place?"
The young man smiled bitterly and said, "Mr. Chen, you are overthinking this. My parents sacrificed their lives to get this monster pearl. They have been keeping it for all these years. But now I don't see Mr. Chen as a villain, so I want to give it to Mr. Chen in exchange for some money."
, it’s better to make a lot of trouble and leave this place.”
Chen Chao asked: "Traveling? Where are you going?"
The young man said softly: "The City of Gods is the only place where life is life and people are people." Chen Chao remained silent. He knew that the people of the Liang Dynasty did not live an easy life. It was understandable that such a young man yearned for the City of Gods.
It's just that Chen Chao is not interested in this demon bead. He has many demon beads of the same quality.
"The city of God may not be as good as you think. Leaving your homeland and wandering in a foreign land may not be a good thing."
Chen Chao shook his head.
The young man said softly: "It's better than here."
Chen Chao didn't say anything, he just silently took out a few coins and put them on the table.
The young man couldn't help but remind him: "Mr. Chen... this is too little..."
Chen Chao looked at him, shook his head and said: "I don't want this demon bead of yours, because it is of no use to me. Money is given to you as payment these days. Once the demon bead reaches the capital of the gods, if you still want to sell it, find a bigger one."
Even if the price of the shop is reduced, you can still get a lot of money, which is enough for you to buy a small house in Shendu. When the time comes... you can find a living by yourself, and maybe you can really live a good life."
Chen Chao thought for a while and couldn't help but said: "It's important to be on guard against others. Don't be so reckless next time. If I also want to steal your demon bead, what can you do?"
"Think more before making a decision when encountering problems. Life is not easy, so don't take risks easily."
The young man looked at the heavenly money on the table and hesitated to speak.
Chen Chao added: "The road to Shendu is not peaceful. You'd better find a caravan to go with you. It doesn't matter if you pay some money. They hire guards and it will be safer."
When the young man heard this, tears filled his eyes.
Chen Chao didn't say anything anymore, he just waved his hand and asked the young man to accept the Tianqian money, and then sent him out.
The young man wanted to kowtow to the young man in front of him, but Chen Chao frowned and said solemnly: "The man has gold under his knees. Don't kneel down easily. If you kneel too much, you won't be able to stand up."
The young man was anxious and uneasy.
The young master in front of me is really a good person, and he is definitely not an ordinary good person!
Chen Chao remained silent. He just thought of that little girl Xie Ying. If he had done more before, those things would not have happened.
After sending the boy away, Chen Chao stood alone at the door of the house, looking at the night sky. There was a bright moon tonight.
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Returning to the cellar again, the young man had a complicated expression.
The girl asked softly: "Brother, how is it?"
The young man didn't know what to say, but finally thought about it and told his sister what happened.
The girl was a little happy and said: "I just said he is a good person!"
The young man lowered his head with some guilt and said, "But I lied to him."
Before, Chen Chao asked him if he was alone, but the boy didn't tell Chen Chao that he had a younger sister.
"Sister, I think we should go and apologize to him."
The young man said seriously: "He helped us so much, we shouldn't lie to him."
The girl nodded and said, "Yes, that should be the case."
The two made up their mind and crawled out of the cellar, but this time they changed into clean clothes.
The young man was about to walk out of the woodshed when he smelled the smell of alcohol. A figure appeared in front of the woodshed for no apparent reason. A slovenly Taoist priest stood there sniffing hard and then said with a smile: "Who would have thought that there is such a thing here?"
I can pick up the slack."
The young man protected the girl behind him and stared at the uninvited guest.
The sloppy Taoist priest said straight to the point: "Little guy, take out the hidden demon beads. Is this something you can own?"
The young man frowned and was about to speak when the sloppy Taoist glanced at the girl behind him again and showed a strange smile, "This girl is quite a beauty."
The monks on the mountain rarely have distracting thoughts, but these casual monks are different. They have so many hobbies that it is difficult to treat them with common sense.
The young man quickly made a decision and said, "I can give you the demon beads, but you have to let us go."
The sloppy Taoist priest raised his eyebrows and said, "Is it your turn to negotiate terms?"
After he finished speaking, he walked towards the young man.
The young man's heart suddenly turned violent and he rushed towards the sloppy Taoist priest and shouted: "Sister, run!"
The sloppy Taoist priest sneered, grabbed the young man in front of him, threw him out of the woodshed, and threw it heavily in the yard. He caught the box that fell out of his arms and confirmed that the demon bead was in the box. The sloppy Taoist priest grabbed the girl and let it go.
The girl kept beating him on the waist.
The girl cried and called for her brother.
The sloppy Taoist priest who carried the girl out of the woodshed smiled and said, "Little beauty, why are you crying?"
But when he came to the yard, the boy he had thrown out had already picked up a stick and rushed over again.
When the sloppy Taoist priest came to the young man, he kicked him out and kicked the young man away again.
The girl cried and begged: "Please, don't kill my brother!"
The sloppy Taoist priest had no expression on his face. He just walked a few steps and came to the young man, and was about to kill him with one kick.
But before he stepped out, a voice sounded from the opposite side, forcing him to take back his kick.
There was a young man in black clothes with a knife standing at the door of the opposite house. He looked at the sloppy Taoist priest in front of him and said calmly: "If I were you, I wouldn't kill someone after robbing something."
