"Ink shop!" Looking at the big words on the door, Zhu Kunming read softly.

Looking at Zhu Kunming who was standing at the door, Zuo Qianhu said to Fu Tianqiu, who was getting out of the car; "Master Fu, Master Zhu, let's all go in, it's raining too much outside." After saying this, Zuo Qianhu looked at the soldier who was still sitting on horseback and said; "After everyone has set up their horses, let's go into the shop and rest."

With Zuo Qianhu's words, the soldiers turned over and dismounted, surrounded Fu Tianqiu, and slowly entered the inn. Only a few people remained, and the horses were placed outside.

The brocade guards who entered the inn took off their robes one by one, revealing a young face under the hat.

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

"Well, you go get busy." Zuo Qianhu waved away 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 again and took a sip.

Zuo Qianhu pursed his lips, and then said to Fu Yuechi and the others next to him with a questioning face; "Silver needles can't prevent drugs, but I've already drunk them, and there's no problem with these teas!"

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

"My lord, let's try the steamed buns, these steamed buns are made of pure meat." Just as a few people were talking about something, the shopkeeper walked out of the back kitchen with a big pot of buns and a smile.

Looking at the shopkeeper with a smile on his face, Zhu Kunming always felt that something was wrong. But when I think about it, I don't think there's anything wrong with it.

Looking at the buns that were served, Zuo Qianhu said to Fu Tianqiu; "Master Fu, you can eat first."

"Forget it, I've been on the bus all the way, let's let the soldiers eat first." Fu Tianqiu looked at the brocade guards who were drooling on the side. Let Fu Qingfeng, who was beside him, serve this pot of buns to the soldiers who were standing guard at the door.

"Thank you, sir!" 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 buns.

"Hmmm! It's delicious! This bun has a thin skin and big filling, it's really delicious! A few brocade guards who grabbed the buns kept admiring.

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

The shopkeeper listened and said with a smile on his face; "It's made of monkey meat, and we have a lot of wild monkeys here. And using the meat of these monkeys to make buns is also a must for us! ”

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

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

"Help, help!"

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

And just when the little monk was about to run out, a pair of big hands wrapped their arms around the little monk's waist and hugged him back.

"Help! Someone! 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 on the side drew their swords and were on guard carefully.

Looking at the brocade guards who were holding swords and wanted to come forward to check. The shopkeeper hurriedly waved his hand and said; "Don't get me wrong, don't get me wrong! This is my son, my son. ”

"Your son!" When a few people heard this, they couldn't help but turn their heads to look at Zuo Qianhu.

The shopkeeper looked at the eyes of several people, and saw Zhu Kunming and several people sitting, all with suspicions.

"The family is unlucky!" The shopkeeper looked at the little monk who had been gagged, and sighed and said; "My son is not a good man, he was born weak and sickly. So I sent him to the monastery to practice. But what Cheng thought, this kid has been in the temple for a long time, and he actually wants nothing but the four major ones, and he doesn't recognize me as a father! I had no choice but to lock him up and stop him from running around. ”

"Oh! There is such a thing! Looking at the little monk who would rather desperately hold on to the door than be taken back, Zhu Kunming said to the fat cook who was holding him;" You put him down, and I have something to ask him. ”

"This!" The fat cook glanced at Zhu Kunming, but he didn't want to let go.

Zhu Kunming looked at the fat cook who had no movement, and said in a deep voice; "Obedient, put him down!"

After the fat cook looked at Zhu Kunming, he looked at the shopkeeper's face again. Then he lowered his head and pretended not to hear.

Zhu Kunming looked at the fat cook who was unmoved, stretched out his hand, and slowly held it on the hilt of the sword.

"Ahh

With an exclamation, the little monk took advantage of the fat cook's unpreparedness, bit into his hand, and escaped.

"Little bunny! I still want to run! Looking at the little monk who bit his hand and ran out. The fat cook hurried out and tried to get him back.

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

"My hands! Oh my hands! The fat cook hugged his severed arm and rolled on the ground in pain.

Zhu Kunming looked at Fu Tianqiu, who was a little angry, and then inserted the sword in his hand back into the scabbard.

After putting the sword back into its sheath, Zhu Kunming looked at the little monk kneeling in front of him and asked; "Say, what's going on!"

Looking at Zhu Kunming in front of him, the little monk kowtowed again and again and said; "I am a monk of Xiangguo Temple, and I am traveling with my master. But yesterday, after this fate, the master and I were fascinated by them. And when I woke up, my master had already been dismantled by that person and made into buns, leaving only blood-stained monk's robes! I heard their conversation and knew the adults were coming. So I pretended to be unconscious and deceived them. After the adults came, they ran out without them paying attention. ”

"What! It's a human bun! "Gross..!" A few Jinyiwei who had eaten steamed buns suddenly felt a tumbling stomach. One of the big reactions even threw up holding on to the door.

"Son!" With a wail, the shopkeeper on the side suddenly knelt on the ground and began to cry.

"Son! You can't hurt your dad like that! Daddy, I promised you, can't you let you become a monk! The shopkeeper wailed as he walked towards the little monk on his knees.

(End of chapter)