Chapter 142 Rift

"Step, step." With the rapid sound of horses' hoofs, a group of carriages and horses stopped in front of an inconspicuous inn in the thunderstorm.

Looking at the men and horses, the brocade guards standing at the door quickly stood up straight and said, "Your Excellency, this is it!"

Qin Hui looked at the brocade guard standing at the door, and then turned over and dislod.

"Ink shop!" Looking at the big words on the door, Qin Hui read gently.

Looking at Qin Hui standing at the door, Zuo Qianhu said to Fu Tianqiu, who was getting out of the car, "Lord Fu, Lord Qin, let's go in. It's raining too much outside." After saying this, Zuo Qianhu looked at the soldiers still sitting on horseback and said, "After everyone has placed the horses, let's go into the store to have a rest."

With the words of Zuo Qianhu, the soldiers turned over and got off their horses one after another, surrounded Fu Tianqiu, and slowly entered the inn. Only a few people were left to put the horses outside.

The brocade guards who entered the inn took off their clothes one by one, revealing their young faces under the hats.

"Master, drink some water first, and the steamed buns will be ready in a while." The shopkeeper looked at the five people sitting on the main seat and said with a smile.

"Well, go ahead." Zuo Qianhu waved back the shopkeeper, then took out a silver needle and stirred it in the teacup and kettle. Looking at the silver needle that did not change color in his hand, Zuo Qianhu picked up the teacup and took another sip.

Zuo Qianhu squeezed his lips, and then said to Fu Yuechi and others with a questionable face: "Silver needle can't prevent eczzlepsy, but I have drunk it. There is no problem with these tea!"

"Ha ha, Zuo Qianhu is really cautious!" Fu Tianqiu smiled and then took a sip of the tea in his hand.

"Your Excellency, come and try the steamed buns. These steamed buns are made of pure meat." Just as several people were saying something, the shopkeeper walked out of the kitchen with a large basin of steamed buns with a smile.

Looking at the smiling shopkeeper, Qin Hui always felt something was wrong. But when I think about it, I feel that there is nothing wrong with it.

Looking at the steamed buns served, Zuo Qianhu said to Fu Tianqiu, "Lord Fu, please eat first."

"Forget it, I took the bus all the way. Let the soldiers eat first." Fu Tianqiu looked at the brocade guards who were drooling. Let Fu Qingfeng, who is beside him, bring this pot of steamed buns to the soldiers standing guard at the door.

"Thank you!" Looking at the steaming meat buns in front of them, the brocade guards standing at the door did not refuse, but smiled and ate the pot of steamed buns.

"Hmm! Delicious! This steamed bun has a thin skin and a big filling. It's really delicious!" Several brocade guards who grabbed the steamed buns were constantly admiring.

Looking at the shopkeeper not far away, a brocade guard who finished eating the steamed buns in his hand asked with a smile, "Shopkeeper, what kind of stuffing is this steamed bun made of? This meat tastes really good!"

The shopkeeper listened and said with a smile, "It's made of monkey meat. We have a lot of wild monkeys here. And using the meat of these monkeys to make steamed buns is also unique to us!"

"Monkey meat!" Hearing this, the brocade guards looked at each other, nodded in agreement and said, "I said why I haven't eaten this meat!" It turned out to be monkey meat! However, this monkey must be a little fat. The meat is not strong and almost doesn't bite its head, otherwise it will definitely be more delicious.

When the shopkeeper heard this, he nodded and said, "Yes, yes, yes. This monkey is a little fat. I'll pay attention to it next time.

"Help, help!"

With the sound of shouting for help, a young monk stumbled to the door.

And just as the little monk was about to run out, a pair of big hands hugged the little monk's waist and took him back.

"Help! Come on!" The little monk grabbed the door with both hands and shouted for help.

"brush, brush, brush." Looking at the appearance of the little monk, the brocade guards who were resting beside pulled out their swords and became cautiously alert.

Look at the brocade guards holding swords and wanting to check. The shopkeeper quickly waved his hand and said, "Master, don't get me wrong, don't get me wrong!" This is my son, my son."

"Your son!" Hearing this, several people couldn't help turning their heads and looking at Zuo Qianhu.

The shopkeeper looked at the eyes of several people and saw Qin Hui sitting with suspicion.

"The family is unfortunate!" The shopkeeper looked at the little monk who had been gagged and said with a sigh, "My son is not well-lived and is naturally weak and sickly. So I sent him to the temple to practice. But how can it be that this boy has been in the temple for a long time and wants all four empty? He doesn't recognize my father! I had no choice but to lock him up and prevent him from running around.

"Oh! There is such a thing!" Looking at the little monk who would rather grab the door than be taken back, Qin Hui said to the fat cook holding him, "Put him down, I have something to ask him."

"This!" The fat cook looked at Qin Hui, but he didn't want to let go.

Qin Hui looked at the fat cook without movement and said in a low voice, "Listen, put him down!"

After looking at Qin Hui, the fat cook looked at the shopkeeper's face. Then he lowered his head and pretended not to hear it.

Qin Hui looked at the unmoved fat cook, stretched out his hand and slowly held it on the hilt of the sword.

"Ah!"

With a scream, the little monk took advantage of the fat cook's unpreparedness to bite his hand and escaped.

"Little rabbit! Still want to run!" Looking at the little monk who bit his hand and ran out. The fat cook quickly chased him out and tried to catch him back.

Listening to the footsteps behind him, the little monk who ran out was about to call for help when he saw an oncoming sword light.

"My hand! My hand!" The fat cook held his broken arm and rolled on the ground in pain.

Qin Hui looked at Fu Tianqiu and others who were a little angry, and then inserted the sword in his hand back into the scabbard.

After receiving the sword and returning it to its sheath, Qin Hui looked at the little monk kneeling in front of him and asked, "What's going on?"

Looking at Qin Hui in front of him, the little monk kowtowed repeatedly and said, "I am a monk of Xiangguo Temple, and I am traveling around with my master. But after this relationship yesterday, my master and I were fascinated by them. And when I woke up, my master had been unloaded by that man and made into steamed buns, leaving only the blood-stained robe! At that time, I heard their conversation and knew that the adults were coming. So I pretended to be still in a coma and cheated them. After the adults came, they ran out without paying attention.

"What! This is human meat buns!" Ouch..!" Several brocade guards who had eaten steamed buns suddenly felt a rolling in their stomachs. One had a big reaction and held the door and vomited.

"Son!" With a wailing, the shopkeeper beside him suddenly knelt on the ground and cried.

"Son! You can't hurt your father like this! Dad, I promised you that you can't be a monk!" The shopkeeper cried and walked to the little monk with his knees.

"Look for death!" Looking at the shopkeeper who was about to come to the little monk, Qin Hui suddenly shook her hand and threw the sword out.

"I...!" After being pricked with a cold-hearted shopkeeper, he reluctantly raised his finger to Qin Hui and fell to the ground.

Seeing that Qin Hui didn't say anything, he killed the shopkeeper. Fu Yuechi couldn't help it anymore. He stood up and said angrily, "Qin, what are you doing?" You don't know who is right or wrong. Why did you kill people directly? If it were really like what the shopkeeper said, wouldn't you kill innocent people indiscriminately!"

"Your excellency is clear! They really killed my master and made him into steamed buns!" After hearing Fu Yuechi's accountability, the little monk kowtowed to her repeatedly.

"You talk! I'm asking you!" Fu Yuechi, who was furious, had no reaction to the little monk's words. Instead, Qin Hui asked with his finger and sucked the sword back into his hand.

Looking at Fu Tianqiu and others who did not mean to stop at all, but were a little angry. Qin Hui slowly raised his palm and smashed the table with one palm. After smashing the table, Qin Hui looked at Fu Tianqiu and others beside him and said coldly, "I really don't know what to do! I'll give you three points of color, and you also opened a dyeing workshop with me! I, Qin Hui, work, and it's not your turn to teach me a lesson.