Everyone in the outer hall was very puzzled when they saw that the shopkeeper was so groveling to a fat Taoist priest with an unattractive appearance and shabby clothes. They all looked at them in surprise.
When the shopkeeper saw that the waiter was really kneeling down, he said to the little fat man with a nervous look on his face: "Xian Zhang, look~"
"Tell him to get up!" Xiaopang waved his hand, and then suddenly asked curiously: "Do you know who I am?"
"The Immortal Chief was joking. When I first met the Immortal Chief, I naturally didn't know who the Immortal Chief was. It's just that I've run an inn here for decades, and I've seen all kinds of people there, so I recognized him at a glance. The Immortal Chief is a worldly expert who cultivates immortality. The waiter is blind and has offended you. Please forgive him for the sake of his youth and ignorance!" the shopkeeper said very politely.
After hearing what the shopkeeper said, everyone present could not help but take a breath of air. An outdoor expert who cultivates immortality! what is that? Is that a god? There are countless legends about such masters in the mortal world. They all say that they can call the wind and rain, go up to heaven and earth, and are omnipotent. If the Taoist priest in front of him is indeed such a godly man, then the waiter's recklessness just now is indeed too dangerous. If he encounters the other party with a bad temper, he can make life worse than death by using a little magic at will, and there is no place to go. To be fair, even the government would definitely not dare to interfere with the affairs of immortal cultivators.
At this time, the waiter finally understood the shopkeeper's painstaking efforts. He knew that the shopkeeper asked him to kneel down and apologize to save himself. Otherwise, if he had offended a monk, the consequences would make him shudder when he thought about it.
Xiaopang didn't expect that the shopkeeper here really has some discernment, but it's normal if you think about it carefully. He has been running an inn under Xuantian Temple for decades. He must have served many monks who came to Xuantian Temple. With this Eyesight is also normal.
After understanding this, Lao Xie didn't bother to argue with the waiter, and said directly: "This kid has no control over his words. He should have been taught a lesson, but since he already knows his mistake, I don't bother to argue more."
"Thank you, Immortal, thank you, Immortal!" The shopkeeper heard that Xiaopang was no longer concerned about the matter, and immediately expressed his gratitude with gratitude.
"Okay, okay, I'm here to stay in the hotel, please arrange a clean private courtyard for me first!" After saying that, Xiaopang threw out an ingot of five taels of gold, and then said: "This is the deposit, so that you don't have to worry about it again." Worry that I ran away!”
"Don't dare, don't dare!" the shopkeeper said awkwardly: "I don't have to be like this, the immortal. You can live here with me just to reward my face. How can I collect your money?" As he said that, he wanted to get the gold. Give it back to Fatty.
Where would Fatty want it? He waved his hand impatiently and said, "I'm not in the habit of living and eating for free, so hurry up and find a room!"
"Yes, yes!" Seeing Xiaopang insisting, the shopkeeper didn't dare to say anything, and hurriedly led Xiaopang to the backyard himself.
After a few breaths, the shopkeeper came out again, came directly to the waiter, and scolded: "How many times have I told you? Don't look down on others. Why do you just have no memory? This time, I'm lucky to meet a man who is easy to talk to. Master, if you meet a small-minded evil cultivator, you won’t even know how to die!”
"No, isn't it?" The waiter was almost frightened when he heard this.
"Why not? Do you know how many high-rollers in this town have died for unknown reasons?" the shopkeeper said angrily: "Remember in the future, when you see such a humble-looking but extremely stable-looking immortal, You must be careful and don't lose your life in a daze!"
"Yes!" The waiter agreed, and then suddenly asked: "By the way, shopkeeper, are you sure that is the Immortal? I think he is fine?"
"Shut up!" the shopkeeper said angrily, "Are you an idiot? Who else would throw gold around like scrap metal if you're not an immortal?"
"Oh, that's true!" Xiao Er was stunned and said, "Even if the emperor's relatives live here, they won't be as generous as this immortal!"
"It's good that you understand!" The shopkeeper then said: "Now go and prepare a good banquet for the immortal, and ask the master to use all your strength to make it the best. Then put the secret Take out the jar of century-old daughter red and send it to the Immortal!"
"Ah?" When the waiter heard this, he was shocked and said: "Shopkeeper, that jar of Nuerhong is the treasure of our store? Even if someone offered you ten taels of gold last time, you were not willing to sell it. Why do you want it now for five taels of gold?" Just~"
"You know what the heck, this Immortal Chief seems to be a wise man at first glance. But such people don't like to owe favors. Once they sign a contract, they will definitely pay it back in a big way. I will spend my money this time , I have to serve him well, and when the time comes, maybe the Immortal will reward me with a few longevity elixirs!" the shopkeeper said proudly.
"Ah, the shopkeeper is smart!" After hearing this, the waiter immediately raised his thumb and said.
"Hehe, that's natural, you kid, you have to learn a little bit, this is something that a gentleman can bully!" the shopkeeper said with a sly smile. What he didn't know was that although this immortal was an immortal, unfortunately he had nothing to do with the gentleman, so his pretentious act was doomed to fail.
That night, Xiaopang enjoyed the wine and food provided by the shopkeeper, especially the bottle of century-old wine. Xiaopang was so full of praise that he couldn't even bear to finish it and kept half of it.
But early the next morning, when the shopkeeper planned to wait for the fat boy to come out and ask for his blessings, he found that if he waited for the left, he would not come, and if he waited for the right, he would not come. Seeing that it was almost noon, the shopkeeper really lost his patience, so he plucked up the courage and knocked on Xiaopang's door on the pretext of saying hello. Unexpectedly, the door opened with a sound, and there was no lock at all.
The shopkeeper knew something was wrong as soon as he saw it, so he hurried in and took a look, only to find that Xiaopang had already left, leaving only a line of large characters on the wall with flying phoenixes, 'A gentleman can be bullied'!
Seeing this line of words, the shopkeeper was dumbfounded. Only then did he realize that his speech yesterday had been heard by others, and he felt ashamed, ashamed, and distressed. Naturally, he was ashamed that his little plan was discovered and he wrote a mockery on the wall, but he was distressed because of the jar of century-old wine. This jar of Nuerhong is said to have been his grandmother's dowry, and there is only one jar left today. He has been reluctant to drink it, but unexpectedly, he went in with it in vain this time.
And this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that by sharing a jar of good wine, he not only failed to curry favor with others, but also offended a monk. This, isn't this a typical example of losing your wife and losing your troops
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It is said that the little fat man deliberately played a trick on the shopkeeper and flew away with his sword before dawn. We happened to arrive at Xuantian Temple on the mountain in the early morning.
Xuantian Temple is worthy of being the royal Taoist temple of the Blue Moon Kingdom, covering an area of several thousand acres. There are several large and small palaces on the mountain, and there are thousands of Taoist priests during the period. However, most of these Taoist priests are mortals with low qualifications. Although they also practice some skills, it is a pity that they only hang around in the acquired world, and only a few have entered the innate realm. The master of the Taoist temple is a foundation-building monk stationed at Xuantian Villa. He lives in seclusion here all year round. In the eyes of mortals, he is a god-like figure!