They really did have some discernment.
After muttering internally, Luo Hong calmly said to them:
"If you are planning to seek shelter at the temple ahead, This Seat advises you to turn back."
Sun Jianming was taken aback. He then turned to look at the distant temple and saw incense smoke curling upward, Buddha Light crowning its roof—there was nothing amiss about it. He could not help feeling indignant.
This man is far too domineering. He actually wants to monopolize such a large temple!
With that thought, Sun Jianming's expression turned somewhat colder. He put away his folding fan, cupped his hands toward Luo Hong, and said:
"There are no villages ahead and no inns behind. Where else can we go? I ask that you make things convenient for us, brother."
"Fine. Do as you please."
Luo Hong had only offered a casual warning. Since they did not appreciate it, he naturally would not meddle further.
After all, breaking the illusions around them would certainly alert the ghosts in the temple. It would be troublesome if that caused a disturbance.
After Luo Hong and Sikong Ying had walked more than ten yards away, the Bearded Big Man beside Sun Jianming, who appeared to be the captain of the guards, immediately whispered into his ear:
"Young Master, those ghost servants move as swiftly as the wind. We must not let them leave our sight, or my brothers and I will have a hard time dealing with them!"
"Mm. One should indeed be cautious when traveling. Then let us follow them from neither too near nor too far away."
Sun Jianming was also uneasy about Luo Hong and Sikong Ying, who had appeared so suddenly, and immediately nodded.
Yet their supposedly secret conversation clearly could not escape Luo Hong and Sikong Ying's