"Little Er, I also want to put salt in my meat!" At this time, there was a loud shout from the corner, Chen Ziqi turned his head to look, and saw a shaggy monk in a blue-gray monk robe, No one sat upright on a bench, with two plates of meat dishes, a plate of green vegetables and tofu, and a pot of spirits in front of them.
Everyone saw that there was a monk with wine and meat here, and the voice of contempt grew louder.
Next to the monk, sat a white and clean little monk. Chenzi Qi Jiren remembered it and recognized it at a glance. It was the little guy who sold roast chicken in Luoyang City that day.
Feeling the gaze of others, the little monk quickly stabbed the big monk with a fist: "Master, stop arguing, if the uncle sees you, he will tell you again."
"They're coming on foot, and it's early," the big monk didn't care, and continued to pat the table, "Hurry up, put it back in the pot and fry it again for me."
Little Er hurried over and removed all the dishes on Chen Ziqi's table, leaving only a plate of crabapple fruit, and took away the dishes on the big monk's table. The monk took two sips with the jug, and was scolded by the little monk next to him.
Chen Ziqi thought it was interesting, and walked to the monk's table with the jug in hand, "The dishes haven't come yet, I'll invite the master to have a drink."
The big monk lifted his eyelids and looked at Chen Ziqi, "What kind of wine is that?"
"Little Er didn't say it, I tasted like pear blossom white." Chen Ziqi said with a smile, raised his hand and poured a cup for the big monk. There are only three kinds of wine in this restaurant, and Xiao Er is watching people serve dishes. When the guests are generous, they will serve the best wine, and when they are poor, they will not bring good wine to the table, so as not to be unable to pay in the end.
The great monk didn't mind either, he drank it when he picked it up, smacking his lips, it was really a high-quality pear blossom, much sweeter than the pot of turbid wine in front of him, he immediately became happy, raised his hand and greeted Chen Ziqi to sit down.
"Changqi, a native of Xunyang, I heard that there is a martial arts conference here, come with my brother to learn more," Chen Ziqi pointed to Dan Yi who was sitting there eating fruit, "I don't know what the master is called?"
"I'm a wine and meat monk, why should I be your acquaintance?" The big monk drank another glass of pear blossom and asked with a smile.
"Just because we both want to eat salt, it's fate." Chen Ziqi said with a smile.
"That's right," the monk laughed, "I've got the name of the monk, this is my apprentice Yuanji." After speaking, he stretched out his hand and snorted on the little monk's bare head.
"Don't touch my head." The little monk tilted his head so that he wouldn't touch it, and slapped away the big, dirty hand of his master.
Chen Ziqi pursed his lips and smirked, which was really interesting for the master and apprentice, "Look at the master, do you know why these people don't eat salt?"
"I really know something about this..." As he spoke, the dishes with salt added to the pot were served, and when there were few dishes here, Chen Ziqi couldn't finish the five plates of meat by himself, so he invited him to eat at his table. The big monk readily agreed and walked over with his apprentice.
After sitting on the table, he picked up the roast duck on the table and took a bite. He raised his head to look at the indifferent Dan Yi, his eyes paused, but he didn't ask any further questions, and instead talked about the salt.
However, they said that the border has been unstable in recent years, and all major sects have sent people to the northern desert to fight the Huns. There were also people in Kongmingzong, and after these people came back, they didn't like salt. Their Kongmingzong is a Buddhist, and the food itself is very bland, but it is not obvious. When they came to Liuyang City, they found that the situation of other sects was much more serious than that of Kongmingzong. Even because of the fanfare of these people, it has become a fashion not to eat salt.
They ate, and the people at the other tables pointed at them as if it was a shame that they were eating salt.
"Eat big pieces of meat and drink in big bowls. This is the style of a hero in the rivers and lakes." The people next to him also ate, chewing the meat while spitting up and bragging about his heroic appearance on the battlefield.
Dan Yi frowned and felt a little disgusted, "Eat quickly, let's go to rest."
"Hmm." Chen Zi Qi responded and brought some fish to Dan Yi. There is a kind of big carp produced here, which is braised in sauce.
After taking a look at them, he glanced at his apprentice, and with a light cough signaled for him to bring food to himself. The little monk didn't seem to hear it, so he ate sweetly to the plate of green vegetables and tofu on the table.
While eating, there was a commotion outside. There were a few arresters across the street who wanted to arrest the proprietress of the rouge gouache shop, and the proprietress cried out that she was wronged. Many people crowded around, and the people in the restaurant were no exception, all craned their necks to look at it.
After finishing the meal quickly, thanking Chen Ziqi for his hospitality, he took his apprentice out to watch the fun.
"A monk, why do you still like to watch the fun?" Chen Ziqi shook his head, and then he thought, this person has eaten meat, what else can't do, "Is he really a monk of Kongmingzong?"
"He is the junior brother of the sect master." The sect master of the Kongming sect, the name was silent. This flower monk called out, it was Liao Ji's youngest junior brother. Dan Yi finished eating the last crabapple fruit and pulled Chen Ziqi away from the smoky restaurant.
The woman in the powder shop is an ordinary person, and she is not good at martial arts. She is easily arrested and quickly caught, and sent to the yamen in a shackled fashion. There was a lot of discussion among the people, all saying that the woman killed her husband.
"I saw it that day too, tsk tsk, there are cuts all over my body, and I was slashed with dozens of knives!"
"Her man is still an outer disciple of Liuhe Sect. He knows martial arts, so she definitely didn't kill him."
"She didn't kill it, it was the adulterer."
In the towns under the sect, the officials are mostly useless. I didn't expect the officials in Liuyang City to be very interested, and Chen Ziqi touched his chin.
"It's not because of the government's intentions, but because there have been too many murders in Liuyang City recently, people are panicking." The floor owner of the Fengling Building in Liuyang City said so.
There are many places where people from Jianghu gather, but they are all well-known and decent, and the people are rarely involved in fighting and killing on weekdays. This time, it was a little unusual. Since last month, dozens of murder cases, large and small, have occurred in Liuyang City.
"Who did it all?" Dan Yi frowned slightly.
"Most of them are disciples of the great sect. Occasionally, there are people in the profound way who fish in troubled waters, but most of them are made by decent people from the famous sect." The master Feng Ling handed a detailed list to Dan Yi to see.
Liuhe Sect, Extreme Yang Sect, Huangshan Sect... The identities of these murderers are all over the major sects. Wulin masters kill ordinary people, just like chopping melons and vegetables, no one will come to investigate except the government. Afraid of civil unrest, the government took action and rectified a few cases to stabilize the hearts of the people.
"The famous sect is righteously hacking and killing people, this is a big deal." Chen Ziqi raised his eyebrows.
Dan Yi handed him the list, pondered for a moment, and said, "There is something strange about this matter, so please check it again."
People from various sects came to Liuyang City to gather one after another. Liuhezong arranged accommodation for the heads of various sects. Others did not have such good treatment, and most of them lived in Liuyang City temporarily.
Dan Yi had no intention of going to the Liuhe Sect at all, and would not show up until the day the conference started.
A few days later, Chen Ziqi met the monk again on the street. When the monk saw him, he immediately pulled him aside and said mysteriously, "Brother Chang, I advise you to leave here quickly."
"What's wrong?" Chen Ziqi frowned at him.
"There are strange things in this city." As he said, he distracted himself to look at the apprentice across the street who bought him Roujiamo.
The woman who was taken away by the government that day received a board in the lobby, and finally surrendered, saying that it was her husband who killed herself. The governor didn't believe it, saying that she couldn't have that much strength as a woman, so she must confess to her adulterer and put a stick on her. The woman couldn't take it anymore, she hit her head on the pillar and shouted in a shrill voice before she died: "Liuyang City will be punished by heaven!"
In the next few days, more and more people died unexpectedly in Liuyang City, and even the yamen who beat her that day died. Not only ordinary people, but also many people in the rivers and lakes were corpses on the streets, and their deaths were tragic. The people became more and more panicked, saying that the curse was fulfilled.
"Master, you are a Buddhist practitioner, and you still believe this?" Chen Ziqi twitched the corners of his mouth. The monk who was sitting upright and upright, was still afraid of such evil.
"Amitabha, the Buddha can't save the suffering of this world, he can only survive the afterlife." After speaking with a serious face, his face suddenly changed, his body shape was like an arrow, and he went straight across the street.
In front of the Roujiamo stall opposite, a woman with disheveled hair suddenly hugged the fair and clean little monk and cried, "My son, I have found you!"
The young monk Yuanji held the Roujiamo in one hand and pushed the woman hard with the other, "Madam, you have mistaken the person!"
But the woman ignored it and ran away with Yuanji in her arms. Yuanji's Roujiamo was thrown out, and he immediately ignored it, slapped the woman's shoulder in the pocket, and tried to escape.
Who knows that the woman is so strong that she can't break free.
At this time, he has already rushed over, grabbing the apprentice's collar and pulling the person out. The woman immediately screamed and rushed over, tearing it madly, tearing out a large hole in her old shabby robe. After that, I could only hug my apprentice to avoid it, which was very embarrassing.
Chen Ziqi was about to go over to help when a few monks ran over from the corner and pulled away the mad woman. The woman immediately sat on the ground crying, kneeling and crawling to grab the hem of the little monk's clothes.
"Uncle Master, what's going on?" The monk headed was Yuan Hai.
"How would I know!" He hid his apprentice behind him.
"Dead, all dead... my child... woo woo woo..."
The author has something to say: Small Theater:
Yuanhai: Uncle Shi, is it a romantic debt you caused outside
A: Kou Hu, I am a monk of wine and meat, not a monk of wine color, okay
Yuanhai: How many times have you broken your precepts? It’s not bad.
It's over: we wine and meat monks also have principles!
Yuanji: →_→