Dragon tendon! What do you think this is a sign? Two months ago, there were rumors that the national teacher almost died-"
Before the watchman could say anything, he saw that the waiter was so angry that he was going to slide down the stall: "Here he is here, he he he he is really here again..."
As soon as the voice fell, there was a scholar-like person in front of the booth.
His appearance was plain and unremarkable, with a deep tired face, and abnormal blood color on both sides of his cheeks, like a dry burn that had been roasted for a long time. This man was wearing a gray-green robe. He was thin and the robe was thin, like a piece of cloth on a branch, and when the wind blew, he would go to the sky.
Against the light of the white-skin lantern, the watchman stared at the scholar's face for a long time, the last bun in his mouth was cold, and he didn't even bother to swallow.
The scholar muttered "It's here" in a low voice as if he was talking to himself, and then slowly raised his head, his dark eyes staring at the waiter in a panic.
The waiter immediately clamped his legs and felt like he was going to pee.
"Excuse me, roast pork with peach butter—" The scholar's serious voice was pleasant. It was different from what he said to himself just now. It was like green bamboo flowing, but it didn't stick to his face, nor to his mouth shape. Looking at it was even more horrifying. Panic.
The waiter avoided his gaze, and timidly picked up the food box and handed it to him: "It's all ready, it's in a porcelain jar, no crispy pears, star anise and cumin, just out of the pot, it's still hot."
The scholar seemed to be choked for a moment. He stared at the food box for a moment, and then he reacted. He nodded slowly, "It's work."
This voice was a little hoarse, and it was slightly different from the sentence just now.
The food box seems a little heavy to the scholar, like hanging a heavy weight on a branch. He walked a lot slower than when he came, and it took him a long time to walk further.
The watchman was shocked and came back.
The waiter said with a pale face, "Have you seen it this time? That face... eh? What are you doing in a hurry?"
Watchman: "Urinary urgency."
The waiter: "..."
However, the watchman just walked out not too far before he came back with the gong and clapper.
Before the waiter could speak, the watchman patted him on the shoulder and winked again not far away: "Look there!"
On the other side of the street, a white shadow came quietly and silently from the night.
The just-frightened waiter's feet immediately softened, and he almost thought he had seen something dirty again. Fortunately, he took a closer look and realized that it was a monk. He was wearing a thin plain white monk robe with wide sleeves. There is no variegated color from head to toe, and it looks like wearing a linen and filial piety. It is really unlucky to see it early in the morning.
The waiter didn't understand: "I see, isn't it a monk?"
The watchman said in a low voice, "I passed him just now, and I saw that he had the money of the Five Emperors hanging around his waist!"
The money of the Five Emperors can exorcise evil spirits and turn evil spirits into the gate of the town. Since then, the money of the five emperors has become the most commonly used utensils for people who eat ghost rice to make a living. Although there are many charlatans who fish in troubled waters, most of them still have troubles.
The clerk looked up and down the monk from a distance, and felt that he had an indescribable bearing. In short, he really didn't look like a liar. Besides, he can't control that much anymore. Three days is the limit. If the scholar comes again tomorrow morning, I'm afraid he really won't be able to hold back and urinate on the spot.
The monk walked unhurriedly, but he quickly got close. Seeing that he was about to pass by the stall, the clerk hurriedly stopped him: "Master, stay!"
The monk's footsteps stopped, and the hem of the white linen monk's robe lightly dàng twice, but it didn't get a single dust. He cast a glance at the hall servant, his eyes were calm and warm, and it was colder than the cold wind blowing on his face. It wasn't until he got so close that he realized that the monk was so tall that his eyes were cast from top to bottom. He saw that the priest inexplicably took half a step back, and bumped into the monk who also shrank back half a step. watchdog.
This collision smashed the clerk's courage back into his stomach again. He spoke again as if he was going out of his way: "I see that the five emperors' money is hanging on the waist of the master, but he knows some techniques to exorcise evil spirits?"
The monk blankly glanced at the copper coins exposed at his waist, neither saying yes nor no.
The waiter glanced at the watchman in embarrassment, only to think that the monk was colder than the monstrous wind in this winter moon, and he was so frozen that he didn't know the south, east, north, and west, and couldn't speak.
On the contrary, the watchman resisted the cold and spoke for him. He described the scholar-like visitor in a few words, and then said to the monk: "We don't know that face, but we will never admit it wrong. That is the son of the old Jiang family in the medical hall. But... But the Jiang family The hospital caught fire three years ago. Except for the daughter who was married to Anqing, none of them survived. They were all burned to death! As the saying goes, ghosts are idle.