I am a cannon fodder, so what's wrong with grabbing an opportunity?

Xie Zhiqiu, who was leaving, did not notice that there was an extra monster in front of the black dragon. With a "bang", a battle was about to break out.

Xie Zhiqiu disguised himself as a casual cultivator and went to the nearest town.

Although the town is small, the Jiao Temple still exists.

However, this Jiao Temple was very dilapidated, unlike the local Jiao Temples she had seen before.

If you don't look carefully, you might think it's an inn that's about to go bankrupt.

What's even more outrageous is that the person inside actually ran out and asked her: "Guest, are you here for a quick stop or to stay overnight?"

Xie Zhiqiu once suspected that he had gone to the wrong place.

It cannot be said that the clothes of the person in front of him have nothing to do with the Jiao Temple. It can only be said that they are exactly the same, just very worn out and the color has turned white. He raised his head and looked at the broken plaque above his head.

He asked, "Isn't this the Jiao Temple?"

"Yes, sir, this is the Jiao Temple. Would you like to stop by for a meal or stay overnight?" The waiter still served with a smile.

This made Xie Zhiqiu even more confused, "Are you from the Jiao Temple that is number one in the world?"

Hearing this, the man's eyes suddenly lit up, "Yes, yes, yes, we are the number one Jiao Temple in the world."

Without waiting for Xie Zhiqiu's reaction, he pulled Xie Zhiqiu into the house quickly, shouting as he walked: "Boss, Boss..."

Xie Zhiqiu: Shopkeeper? Is this really the Jiao Temple? Isn't it an inn?

"What a noise! ​​How can you be so disrespectful? I've told you many times to call me Palace Master instead of Shopkeeper." A middle-aged male cultivator walked out from the back hall.

When he saw Xie Zhiqiu, he immediately put away his serious look and asked earnestly, "Sir, are you here for a meal or to stay overnight?"

Xie Zhiqiu couldn't understand how the attitude changed so quickly.

He asked directly his doubts: "Excuse me, is this Jiao Temple or an inn?"

"Inn." replied the shopkeeper.

"The Jiao Temple."

The shopkeeper glared at the waiter fiercely. The waiter looked aggrieved, which made Xie Zhiqiu even more curious.

"Boss, I just heard this young man say that this is the Jiao Temple. What's going on?" Xie Zhiqiu was really curious and couldn't help but ask one more question.

"If you are not staying here, please go back." The shopkeeper said with a gloomy face.

Xie Zhiqiu knew very well that this was an attempt to drive the guests away, but the more he didn't want her to know, the more she wanted to know.

There are only a few inns in this remote area. Along the way, only the one in front of her barely caught her eye. There was also a sign of the Temple of the Dragon God hanging on it. How could she not come in?

"I want both the hotel and the food." Xie Zhiqiu said as he placed a piece of top-grade spiritual stone on the table next to him. "Boss, is that enough?"

Upon seeing the top-grade spirit stone, the shopkeeper immediately turned into a caring waiter, arranged the best room for Xie Zhiqiu, asked her what dishes she wanted to eat, and immediately asked the kitchen to prepare it.

The attitude changed so quickly that Xie Zhiqiu seriously suspected that the shopkeeper was schizophrenic.

The waiter's eyes widened, staring at the spirit stone with his saliva dripping down. He didn't even hear the shopkeeper telling him to notify the kitchen to prepare the dishes.

He reacted only after the shopkeeper put away the spirit stone and kicked him.

He ran to the back hall in a hurry, and when he crossed the threshold, he tripped and almost fell.

He got up and ran quickly again.

After a while, an angry curse came from the back hall: "You want to die? You asked me to prepare the dishes without telling me the names of the dishes. Are you kidding me..."

The waiter's apology came from far away, and he said awkwardly, "Sir, what would you like to eat?"

Xie Zhiqiu told him the name of the dish.

If looks could kill, this waiter would have been killed by the shopkeeper many times.

The shopkeeper apologized to Xie Zhiqiu on behalf of the waiter, and even offered to give her a dish as a gift, asking for his forgiveness.

Xie Zhiqiu still had something to ask, so he naturally wouldn't make things difficult for the two of them.

Xie Zhiqiu had her meal in the lobby, but no one came in while she was eating, not even two people passed by the door.

The waiter also did not appear again except when serving the dishes. I don't know whether the owner didn't allow him to contact him or he had something else to do.

Xie Zhiqiu didn't ask any more questions and returned to his room after dinner.

On the second day, Xie Zhiqiu left the room and had breakfast. The shopkeeper took the initiative to ask if he was leaving.

Xie Zhiqiu replied: "I would like to stay for a few more days."

As soon as these words were spoken, the shopkeeper's smile cracked for a moment, and he tried to cover it up quickly, but it did not escape Xie Zhiqiu's eyes.

During the day, Xie Zhiqiu wandered outside and would return to the inn to eat in the morning and evening.

This was repeated for two or three days.

On this day, not long after Xie Zhiqiu left, in the back hall of the inn, the innkeeper was holding the waiter's ear and chattering non-stop.

"How many times have I told you not to mention the Jiao Temple or the number one in the world? Why don't you listen?"

"In the past, I said so much, but you just ignored it, as if I would hurt you."

"It's fine if you just say it normally, but you dare to say it in front of the guests. Are you really not afraid that the guests are not guests?"

The waiter grumbled in dissatisfaction: "What are you talking about? One day I asked you to help me call you Palace Master."

The shopkeeper was so angry at this that he picked up the stick next to him and hit the waiter twice.

After the beating, the cook came out of the kitchen and advised: "Wake up, wake up, that's enough, don't let people laugh at you."

"You, just spoil him." The shopkeeper looked as if he was disappointed with his child.

"Don't get too excited. The guest just mentioned the Jiao Temple at the beginning and didn't ask why later. Don't scare yourself. It may not be those people. Relax." The cook continued to persuade.

The shopkeeper sighed helplessly and warned: "Don't mention this kind of Jiao Temple in the future."

"Then why don't you just take down the plaque? I won't mention it if I can't see it."

As soon as the waiter said this, the shopkeeper picked up the stick and hit him twice.

"You are afraid that we are not miserable enough, so you have to add more gamble to yourself."

The cook pretended to stop him, but failed. Afterwards, she gently stroked the waiter's head.

From a tree not far away, Xie Zhiqiu had a clear view of everything.

I originally thought that Sanri was a family of three, but now it seems that it is not that simple.

What's the point of using a Jiao Temple as an inn?

This is not a proper inn, and even less is it a proper Jiao Temple. These three people are not proper either, none of them are proper.

Xie Zhiqiu waited for three days before he had this conversation. Normally, they had almost no conversation.

I thought the three of them were a family, but after three days, they were almost like strangers.

"A familiar stranger?"

It's a sparsely populated place with few people, let alone guests.

After a few days, there were no other customers except her, and I don’t know whether this store can survive.

They love and hate the Jiao Temple, so what is their purpose?

She should have left, looking for useful information.

But there are only three people in this Jiao Temple, so it would be much easier to get it.

Xie Zhiqiu was hesitant.