The inn is very old, the name of the inn on the door number has fallen off, the first two words are only one horizontal, and the last two words can still be recognized as "inn".

"That's an inn. ”

Rowan strode in, very skillfully found a table to sit down, a young man who was not too old came over, handed him a menu, and then immediately turned around to entertain others, without even saying a word.

This was not because the little two were too cold, but simply because he was competing with the guests at the next table for a drink.

The familiar and unfamiliar sound of the wine order kept coming from the side, but it was not disgusting.

Luo Wen took the menu and looked at it a few times, and after Song San and the martial arts sat down, he threw the menu to them.

Only then did he slowly look around.

Although the inn is small, it has all kinds of organs, but compared to the Pizza Hut Inn in Lingxi Town, the environment of this inn is obviously much dirtier and messier, although people who come here to eat can recite a few lines of poetry, but the rude rudeness, heroic heroism, most of them are informal.

However, in such an inn, there is still a guest who is out of place with the people around him - it is a handsome guest, with a green shirt and white robe, and a folding fan in his hand, as if he is a handsome and talented guest!

Rowan glanced at him, but it was exactly in line with his gaze, and the two of them smiled at each other and turned their heads again.

"It's a monk!"

The same thought flashed through their minds, and the two silently observed each other out of the corner of their eyes.

Luo Wen can be regarded as a person who has seen a lot of monks now, and he has seen all of them from the time he first entered the Dharma realm to the time he survived the Dan Tribulation.

If the monk hadn't deliberately restrained himself, the monk's aura would have been different at each level.

But the monk in front of him had obviously restrained his aura, and at first glance he was just an ordinary monk who had just entered the Dharma realm.

"But so what?"

Rowan didn't pay much attention.

Aura convergence is a necessary skill for every monk, and even a half-toned monk like him can naturally restrain his breath.

- This was exactly how the monk felt about Rowan, who was only slightly amazed by Rowan's age.

After a slight observation, neither of them cared about the other anymore.

And Rowan and his entourage also began to order, Rowan ordered a few special dishes, quit the murder and ordered wine and braised pork, and Song San ordered his favorite fish - all kinds of fish!

From the time they first met, Rowan felt that Song San had a very fanatical love for fish, but after getting along for a long time, it was no longer strange, besides, Faceless and Ming Xiong also liked to eat fish.

Ten minutes later, there were dishes on the table one after another, although the food in this inn was not as exquisite as the scholarly tea garden, but it was barely able to eat, and everyone was quite satisfied.

But halfway through the meal, there were two screams in the adjacent stable, and the two travelers, who had gone to lead their horses, fled back to the inn with fear on their faces.

"What's going on?"

Rowan put down his chopsticks.

"Shall I take a look?"

After swallowing the big meat in his mouth, he took another sip of strong wine, patted his chest and said.

With his personality, he should have rushed out to see it a long time ago, but now that the master is here, of course, he has to ask the master first.

"Let's go together. ”

Rowan jumped off the stool, he was also curious, what happened to make the two travelers scared and pale?

Song San hurriedly sandwiched two pieces of fish meat into his mouth, and then stood up as well.

Rowan took the lead and walked to the door.

But before he could step out of the threshold, one of the travelers grabbed his hand and shouted, "Don't go out, child, there are ghosts outside!"

"Is there a ghost?" Rowan was slightly surprised, so he looked at Faceless, who shook his head and denied it.

Outside, it was completely dark, and only the street lamp of the post station stood lonely next to the pipe, and the dim light seemed to extend into the darkness, which was a little permeating.

But outside, there isn't any trace of ghosts.

Rowan believed in the ability to sense ghosts, so he said to the traveler, "It's not a ghost. ”

"It's not a ghost, what can it be?" cried the traveler in horror, "I saw a ghost figure behind a man, and then in an instant, just an instant, he tore off his limbs and head!"

Another traveler also panicked: "It's so weird, that person was killed by five horses without even making a sound, and what's even more terrifying is that there is no blood on his limbs and neck! No blood comes out at all! That's not a ghost, what else can it be?"

"It's a monk!" the green-shirted and white-robed monk suddenly said in a loud voice, "In my opinion, it should be the technique of the Demon Gate monk!"

One of the merchants in the room exclaimed, "Monk, isn't that worse than a ghost!"

The people of the Sheng Dynasty Kingdom knew that when the evil spirits were raging, it was the monks of the twelve countries of Dongzhou who united to drive the evil spirits away, and it was not an exaggeration for ordinary people to have this thought.

The green-shirted and white-robed monk immediately smiled shyly: "Don't worry, I am a monk who is more terrible than a ghost." ”

Merchant: "......"

Rowan shook his head, and then wanted to continue to step out of the threshold, but the traveler still held his hand, and he could only helplessly say: "Let it go, I am also a monk." ”

The traveler looked stunned and hurriedly let go, and then asked, "Fairy?"

Luo Wen's face darkened: "Whatever you think." ”

Then he took a step forward, and went out of the inn, and into the stable, which caused the alarm.

There was a peculiar smell in the stable, except for the horses and beasts, there was only a man lying on the ground, who looked like he was thirty or forty, as the traveler described, as if he had been torn apart by five horses, but there was no blood at the mouth of the rupture.

It is precisely because of this that the people in the inn did not smell the strong smell of blood.

"The blood hasn't been sucked dry, why isn't it shed?" Rowan was a little surprised and couldn't help asking.

"Maybe some trickery curse?" guessed the Ringmaster, who was actually the one in the group who knew the most about the monks' circle.

Faceless rushed over, jumped on top of Rowan's head, and took advantage of Rowan's lack of time to take care of it, reclaiming his throne.

Song San pulled the long knife to his waist, held the hilt, and stood beside him with a solemn expression.

Rowan's gaze swept over the horses in the stable, and he said, "There's nothing to guess, I'll just go and see." ”

He found himself unfit to be a detective because he didn't need to reason at all.

There are so many horses and beasts in the stable, as long as you find one at random, and then use the "Smell Dao" magic power to look at their memories, you will naturally know what is going on in the stable.

But just as he was about to walk towards one of the black-reef horses, the handsome monk in a green shirt and white robe also walked over.

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