As soon as Taoist Fang entered the door, the man in black robe suddenly looked shocked.

He stared at the Taoist with both eyes.

He couldn't deal with the monks, so he could only take hostages to resist. At this time, the Taoist came back again.

Could it be that he was really unlucky and that he should die here today?

Everyone who was originally frightened by the fight felt a little relieved. As long as the person who came in was not an evil spirit, there was still room for negotiation.

Compared to other demons and ghosts, although this Taoist priest looks evil, he is actually somewhat kind.

However, the Taoist priest who had just started seemed to not be able to see clearly the situation in front of him.

He closed the door with strong wind to prevent the cold breath from entering.

Then Da Ma Jin Dao sat down on the bench.

He looked at the woman standing aside and said calmly: "Is the wine warm?"

The woman was stunned for a moment, but she was stunned for a moment before she realized: "Hey, oh, it's warmed up."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hands and took the wine pot off the clay stove.

The scorching heat caused some signs of melting in her hands, but she was not afraid at all and hurriedly poured wine for the red-haired Taoist.

As a well-known drunkard, Tushanjun couldn't wait any longer.

When the spiritual wine is put into the cup, its crystal clear color is like that of fine wine and jade dew.

The fragrance is so refreshing that you feel intoxicated just by smelling it.

Drink it all in one gulp.

The internal organs become chilly in the scorching heat, and the coolness mixed with the aroma and drunkenness rushes to the head.

Tu Shanjun couldn't help but sigh. He should have appeared in his true form, but letting this incarnation of the Yin God drink wine was like chewing peonies and wasting things.

Look at the other full wine cup on the table.

I thought it was slightly stronger than sour water before, but he actually overestimated the drink. This thing is sour water.

Tu Shanjun felt even more angry. He tore open the black lock wrapped around the old fox and took it over: "Shopkeeper, if you are selling fake wine, how dare you serve this to me?"

"How dare you, little old man, lie to Master Dao? It is indeed a rare treasure."

The shopkeeper who was grabbed by Tu Shanjun's neck transformed into a big raccoon-colored fox. He quickly raised his front paws and said, "Master Tao, you have a keen eye. My family are all wild foxes in the mountains, and they are really not as good as the monkeys."

I know how to make wine.”

"Fox?" Tu Shanjun looked up and down, then let go of his hand without embarrassing the shopkeeper.

Not to mention that he is not a person who would blame others for a little lust, but just call the other person a fox, and he has to take care of it.

The fox rolled on the ground and looked like the old shopkeeper again, with the wrinkles on his face forming a smile.

The red-haired Taoist's move actually eliminated the solemn atmosphere in the inn.

Miao Sheng was also very surprised, why didn't this person help?

Of course, he felt uneasy when the Taoist didn't take action, but he was actually relieved after a long sigh of relief.

However, as soon as he relaxed, someone over there helped him ask his questions.

"Taoist Priest, why don't you help the master who is traveling with you?" The smile on the woman's face was warm and cautious.

Tushan Junyou was tasting the wine by himself, glanced at Zuofa who was holding a white bone Buddha bead and chanting sutras, and immediately said: "He doesn't need my help."

The man in black robe is only in the late stage of Qi refining, and Ye Guchan is still in a small place. How could he be Jue Fa's opponent? Jue Fa probably didn't want to hurt his life, so he didn't take any serious action.

"Let me go."

Miao Sheng squeezed the long-shirted guest's hand a little tighter.

The man who was being held hostage turned red, but he couldn't break free.

Miao Sheng looked nervous, but he also knew in his heart that he might not be able to run today.

However, he also had reasons for leaving.

"Why did the donor say this? The door is right there, and the young monk did not stop him." Jue Faxu clasped his hands together, with a pair of calm eyes under his lowered eyelids.

"really?"

"Amitabha, monks do not lie."

Miao Sheng, who held the guest hostage, slowly moved towards the door until he was in front of the cotton curtain.

The old man in charge of the shop hurriedly persuaded him: "Master, you can't let him go. He is an envoy under the Ghost King of Dahei Mountain. If he leaves, you and the Taoist Master will definitely face big trouble."

Upon hearing this, Tu Shanjun couldn't help but look sideways.

Then I stopped paying attention.

Since the monk has already made his decision, he will not interfere.

There may be the trouble that Old Fox said, but they have already offended the Lord of the Black Mountain.

They broke down temples and gates, destroyed statues and seized treasures, and made great enemies.

I don't care about this little thing.

"Amitabha." Juefa did not agree, but simply recited the Buddha's name lightly.

Miao Sheng let go of the hostage in his hand, lifted the door curtain and retreated out the door.

Just then, a man in a fur coat broke into the inn and bumped into Miao Sheng's generous shoulder. He was about to yell: "Who doesn't..."

Suddenly I met those copper bell-like eyes, and the words came to my lips and I choked on my throat.

"Get out of the way."

The deep and heavy voice hit the man's chest and heart hard, causing him to take two steps back and unknowingly opened the way.

Miao Sheng turned around and glanced at Juefa, then jumped up to the roof and disappeared.

Juefa suddenly said: "That person has a pure spirit, so he is probably a good person."

The red-haired Taoist who was drinking wine said calmly: "There is no difference between good and bad people and me."

Anyway, Miao Sheng also took action against Jue Fa. The person involved didn't say anything, and he was too lazy to meddle in other people's business.

The man in the leather jacket was shocked. He thought that the man in black robe was very skilled in martial arts, but he didn't expect him to be so powerful. He couldn't be considered a high-ranking martial artist, but he just felt that this small town was really unusual and the inn was also very weird.

Thinking about it, he still tiptoed into the door.

The monks chanting sutras, the red-haired Taoist eating wine, the woman in a snow coat standing next to the Taoist, the Jianghu people holding knives and sticks, the soldiers sitting around the table, the merchants traveling from south to north, and the people wearing clothes

The coats look like they belong to an official couple.

"Third Master?!"

The man in the leather jacket saw Zuo Shanhu standing blankly in the hall, as well as the brothers beside him.

This scream immediately attracted the attention of the shopkeeper Lao Hu.

However, the man in the leather jacket did not come in, but turned around and ran towards the door of the inn.

…

King Kong, who was waiting outside the inn, felt anxious. Only the square talisman in his hand could give him a sense of security.

He took four brothers into the town, and after searching they found that it was an empty town. Only the chimney of the inn was steaming, and the footprints all around pointed to the inn, so they gathered here.

I just didn't dare to go in when I was near the door.

I sent a younger brother to investigate, but I don’t know the specific situation yet.

"Brother, I found it."

"We found the third master and all the brothers. They are all at the inn..." The boy in the leather jacket shouted before he even left the courtyard.

After King Kong heard this, he looked at his brothers behind him and said, "If we go back so easily, the master will not let us go easily."

The three people behind him suddenly shuddered.

Outsiders only think that the big boss is the leader of thousands of thieves, Snow Dragon.

Only they know the actual situation. The boss is extremely cruel and inconsiderate of his subordinates. If things are not done well, they may have to peel off their skin even if they go back.

So King Kong was unwilling and did not dare to shirk it.

Now that their brothers are back safely, they feel a little more confident.

"Follow me to the inn."

…

King Kong also followed his brothers into the inn.

His eyes couldn't help but turn, taking in the appearance of everyone in the inn hall.

When he saw the red-haired Taoist, his expression froze. He knew that he was an expert, someone who even the head of his family would not dare to offend easily.

Then he saw the third master and the brothers who were standing still.
To be continued...