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Early in the morning, in the Longmen Inn in Chang'an City, three monks came.

Two young and one older. The young ones were tall and short, the tall one was called vain, and the short one was called vain. The older monk looked to be in his sixties, had a goatee, and looked energetic.

The three monks walked silently, obviously with a high level of attainment. After entering the door, Zeng Ajiao hurriedly greeted her, and said happily: "Three masters, are you sharpening or staying in the hotel?" ”

The old monk didn't speak, but he took a step forward and answered with a smile: "I'm going to trouble the donor to give me some food." As he spoke, he brought a black bowl.

When Zeng Ajiao heard this, she knew that she was here to make a fate. He pushed the bowl back with a smile and said, "It's okay, it's quiet here anyway, and I'll invite the three masters to have a good meal in a small shop today." ”

As he spoke, he welcomed the three monks to the lobby and guided the position by the window next to the door.

"Three, wait a moment."

After speaking, he turned around and walked towards the back hall, where someone was watching over him.

Turning to the back hall, Zeng Ajiao directly found the painter and whispered a few words. Then I came back with some vegetarian vegetables and fruits. The painter changed his clothes and slipped out the back door.

When they arrived in the front hall, the three monks were chatting about something, but seeing their relaxed faces, it shouldn't be a big deal. Zeng Gillian walked straight over with her things and placed them on the table one by one. A plate of shallots and tofu, a cold cucumber, and two plates of greens. In addition to this, there is a small plate of fruit.

After putting it down, Zeng Ajiao didn't speak again, but took a step back and leaned against the door, just in time to hear them talking.

The three monks only thought that he was the shopkeeper and didn't care. After all, Zeng Ajiao has basically stopped using force since she was in the Dragon Gate Inn. The aura of a warrior consumed seventy-seven-eighty-eight. In addition, Zeng Ajiao's strength is now higher than the three of them, so it is normal that these three people can't find out.

The old monk pronounced a Buddha name to Zeng Ajiao, and after thanking him, he ate with the two young monks.

After about three or five strokes of chopsticks, the three of them began to chat, but they deliberately kept their voices down. However, with Zeng's strength, how could she not hear it?

The first to speak was the tall man who was vain: "The cook here is much better than that cook." ”

The old monk obviously had some scruples, paused his chopsticks, and scolded in a low voice: "Don't mention that cook casually, what if the news leaks out?" ”

He replied nonchalantly: "He is a second-rate master, don't say that it is you the elder, even our brothers can take him down." Why be so careful? ”

Xuyuan on the side shook his head and persuaded, "Senior brother, let's say a few words." Since the cook was able to escape from the temple, it was naturally not ordinary. Although the above is said to be a second-rate master, in all fairness, if you and I join forces, will you be able to kill from the temple? ”

After listening to what he wanted to say, he was glared at by the old monk and swallowed all his words.

"Eat! After eating, I went to the beggars, thinking that we should have gotten rid of them and brought us the news of the cook to our attention. ”

After saying this, the three monks didn't speak anymore and began to eat.

Zeng Ajiao waited for a while, and after seeing that they really stopped talking, she stretched lazily: "This business is really bad today." As he spoke, he glanced at the three monks, saw that they didn't care about him, shrugged his shoulders, and walked towards the counter.

As soon as the three monks came in, Red Sleeves paid attention. When I saw Zeng Gillian greet her, I didn't do anything superfluous. After all, Zeng Gillian's current strength is also the top batch in the rivers and lakes. The red-clothed eyes are poisonous, and it can be seen at a glance that although the strength of these three monks is good, the highest is the old monk who is at the peak of the first-class. The other two little monks are only second-rate level. However, with their current age, they can have second-rate strength, and they can be regarded as rookies in the rivers and lakes.

Zeng Gillian dealt with these three people, and she was still able to catch them.

Seeing him coming over at this time, Hongyi smiled and said, "Gillian, why don't you go to the door?" ”

"Boss, it's strange today, and there are no guests."

The two chatted for a while, and then the red clothes pretended to be angry and said: "You know how to eat all day long, look at your fat." Hurry up and help in the back, there are no guests here, can there be no for a while? ”

Zeng Gillian nodded understandingly, pretending to be scared, and ran towards the back hall in a panic.

After coming to the back hall, Zeng Ajiao stopped the red sleeves and others who had just washed up and went to the front hall, and said: "Those who have internal strength will stay, and those who have practiced their fists and feet for a few days can go to the front." There are three monks outside, don't disturb them. ”

Red Sleeves was stunned when he heard this, and said, "What about the monk?" ”

Zeng Ajiao, who asked this, was stunned for a moment, and then thought: "That's right! It's just three monks, what am I nervous about? ”

When she said this, Zeng Gillian suddenly found a strange place. That is, after the three monks entered the door, both he and Hongyi subconsciously regarded each other as enemies, or potential enemies. If I have to say anything, it is that at the first glance of the three of them, Zeng Gillian and Hongyi felt that something was wrong.

Although they don't know why, the two of them still trust their instincts directly!

After all, neither Hongyi nor himself is a mediocre hand. Although this kind of thing is a bit mysterious, old rivers and lakes like them don't know how many times they have avoided the dead end by relying on their intuition.

After thinking about it, Zeng Gillian said to the red sleeves: "If you think something is wrong with the other party, it's better to be careful." After all, now that the shopkeeper is not here, we can't go wrong! ”

When Redsleeves heard him say this, he didn't ask again.

Seeing this, Zeng Ajiao did not delay any longer, turned around and returned to the front hall. As soon as he walked to the door, he noticed that something was wrong, and when he looked closely, it turned out that the three monks were confronting a middle-aged man who looked to be in his early forties, dressed in coarse linen, and had a bald head. However, it is clear that both sides have restrained themselves and have not made a move.

And the red clothes had already walked from behind the counter to the front, silently looking at the four people in the confrontation.

At this moment, seeing Zeng Ajiao coming, he signaled him not to speak.

Zeng Gillian nodded understandingly, regardless of the four people in the confrontation, she ran over to the man who had just arrived with a smile, and said when she got closer: "Guest officer, do you want to stay in the hotel?" ”

The man glanced at Zeng Ajiao, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, but he replied: "Cut a few catties of cooked beef, and then have a pot of good wine, and take it away!" ”

Zeng Gillian nodded: "Okay, guest officer, wait a minute." ”

After a while, Zeng Ajiao came back with her things. The middle-aged man had already found a table across from the three monks and sat down, staring at them with fixed eyes. The tall and thin monk was not to be outdone, and looked at the middle-aged man with an unhappy face.

Zeng Ajiao handed the thing to the man, took the opportunity to look at the man's right hand, and saw that he had some calluses on his mouth, and guessed in his heart that this person was probably the cook in the mouth of the three monks.

The cook took the cooked beef and a jar of old wine, took out a few taels of silver from his bosom and threw them on the table, got up and left.

Seeing this, the tall and thin monk over there immediately couldn't help it, and stood up as soon as he slapped the table, shouting angrily: "Thief! ”

When the cook heard this, his eyebrows were raised, and his mouth was like thunder: "Little monk, don't make mistakes!" ”

"What a deep internal force!" Zeng Ajiao was surprised in his heart, just listening to this voice, he could judge that this man's strength was not inferior to his own. The red clothes on the side also frowned, she didn't care about the strength of this man, after all, even if she really fought, with the strength of her and Zeng Ajiao, she was not afraid of the other party.

She was curious, with the strength of this cook, where did these three monks have the confidence to compete with him? Even, the little monk dared to turn his face first.

When she was wondering, the old monk slowly stood up, walked to the cook step by step, folded his hands and said, "Turn back to the shore." ”

The cook snorted coldly and said, "Turn back to the shore?" Is it dead? Where did I get all my kung fu, you know, why I'm like those old guys who don't know anything! ”

The old monk did not reply to him, but said in a slow but firm voice: "The scriptures are lost." The injured disciple is indeed your unique master. ”

The kung fu of the two talking, Zeng Gillian and Hongyi gradually how things were, but the specific details are not very clear. And the expressions on the faces of the two young monks were more exciting, especially when the cook said that the old monk knew where his kung fu came from.

You know, these two people have grown up in the temple since they were children, and this cook is also an old man in the temple. They hadn't seen this cook practice any advanced martial arts! After the scriptures were lost, the old monk only told them that the other party's strength was probably at the level of second-rate masters.

For a while, the two looked at each other a little, and they both knew that there were some things that they didn't know. What I thought was that the old monk, that is, their master, actually had things that the two of them didn't know about hiding from themselves.

Moreover, now the two of them probably understand a little bit about why the temple wants its master to track down this defected cook.