"Boss, poor, poor monk wants ten pounds of pork."
The owner of the pork shop, surnamed Zhang, was lying on a bamboo chair and taking a nap. When he heard the sound, he half-opened his eyelids, and several bald heads came into his eyes.
Monk? !
"A monk buys meat, a rare event this year."
Pork Zhang did not get up and asked casually: "With ten kilograms of pork, do any of the masters have money?"
This slap in the face was too fast.
But seeing that the leading monk was about forty years old and had an honest face, he took out a bulging money bag from his wide yellow monk's robe and pulled it gently, revealing the piled up silver coins.
"Among the masters, I am not boasting, but in the whole Qingliang Town, my Lao Zhang's pork is the most authentic, delicious and fresh. If you don't believe me, you can go and ask..."
The next second, Pork Zhang straightened up, skillfully held the butcher knife, and started cutting the pork with a smile on his face.
The middle-aged monk licked his lips and asked softly:
"Boss, which part is suitable for making soup?"
"Making soup, that's a lot."
Pork Zhang chopped hard, picked up a piece of pork bone, and said with a smile: "This pork bone is most suitable for making soup. Old soup, thick soup, simmer slowly over a slow fire. This soup is milky white and the most nutritious."
"Things like pig tails and pig bladders are suitable for making soup."
Hearing this, the middle-aged monk nodded thoughtfully and said seriously: "I want it all!"
"Okay, okay!"
Pork Zhang's face was full of joy.
If you have money, you are the boss, who cares who buys it!
Not long after, Pork Zhang joked while packing the food: "Master, you are a poor monk, but you are not poor."
"..."
Hearing these words, the three monks looked embarrassed and didn't know how to respond.
"Hahahaha, just kidding, some chefs, the meat is ready."
"Boss, let's go."
The old monk put his hands together.
His two apprentices stuffed the pork into their clothes and nodded.
"Walk slowly and come often."
Pork Zhang wiped off the grease on his hands with a white cloth and said with a smile, "I'll give you a discount."
Afterwards, the three monks left directly.
Pork Zhang looked at the backs of the three people walking away, but smiled and shook his head.
What they didn't notice was.
Not far away, several local gangsters looked at each other, whispered to each other, put their hands in their sleeves, and followed directly.
…
…
Between flat mountain roads.
“Breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe.
"Yes, that's right, that's the breathing rhythm."
Li Kui put his hands behind his back like a master and taught Zhou An how to practice the art of guidance.
Zhou An carefully adjusted his breathing rhythm.
Compared with the previous days, the current image of both of them has changed.
Li Kui changed the long hair that he had tied up in the Ming Dynasty, changed his hair to a shorter one, and wore a brown tunic suit, which made his temperament even more heroic and handsome;
Zhou An also changed into new clothes, but his dry hair was shaved off and turned into a bald head, which made him look somewhat healthy.
At this time, Li Kui glanced at it and nodded slightly.
The little guy's health is in such bad shape. Long-term hunger, including tree bark, grass roots, soil and other untabooed things, have entered his stomach, causing severe overdraft of the organs in his body. He might suddenly die one day!
Daoyin is Li Kui's first practice. It can unblock the blood vessels, eliminate all diseases, and slowly repair Zhou An's hidden diseases.
Suddenly.
"Owner."
Xiao Hei paused and looked somewhere to the east.
"Yeah, I saw it."
Li Kui also looked over and frowned slightly.
It was only then that Zhou An, who looked puzzled, heard a few faint sounds coming from the distance.
"No, don't grab it."
"Get out of my way and stay out of the way."
"You guys pick him up."
A few moments.
"Let's go over and have a look."
Li Kui picked up Zhou An by the back of his neck, tiptoed the ground, and flew over.
The thin dog followed closely behind.
…
A clearing.
Six local hooligans, holding thick wooden sticks in their hands, formed a circle and kicked and beat the three monks.
The two younger monks were beaten with bruises on their noses and faces, and lay unconscious on the ground.
Only the elderly monk huddled in a ball, as if protecting something.
"ha."
The leader of the gangsters sneered at the corner of his mouth, shook his head and said: "You guys are all monks from Qingliang Temple on the mountain. You are quite rich. You bought ten kilograms of pork without blinking. Look, you are just doing errands."
"Listen to my brother's advice and just take it out, so you don't have to continue to be beaten."
"That is to say, are those fat monks who are not easy to get down from the mountain deliberately asking you three to come down to buy?"
Someone agreed with a smile.
"correct."
Suddenly there was a man with a sly look on his face, and he said with a mean smile: "I heard that many monk temples are very dirty nowadays.
"You know why not?
"Many women who cannot conceive children often go to temples to pray to gods and worship Buddha."
As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at each other, smiled knowingly, and laughed together.
"No, no."
The middle-aged monk had blood foaming from his mouth, shook his head repeatedly, and hugged the bag in his arms tighter and harder.
"What's not."
The ruffian leader leaned over and did not pull the pork from the monk's arms. Instead, he became angry and said: "You fake monk who doesn't abide by the rules and precepts, what are you pretending to be here? You are so shameless!"
Immediately, he shouted sharply at his accomplice:
"You guys are still standing watching the show, so hurry up and lift him up. I'll see if he can hold on."
The man looked around, found a stone as big as a bowl of ocean, and without saying a word, he was going to hit the monk on the head!
Snapped!
A few black and yellow teeth mixed with blood sprayed on the ground.
The ruffian holding the stone felt stars flying all over the sky, and his whole body felt like he had been punched countless times. He immediately fell to the ground and fainted.
"Brother!"
This shocked the other gangsters present.
Just then, they saw two people and a dog walking out of the trail.
Especially the leading man, his eyes were as black as hell.
The five remaining ruffians still didn't understand what was going on. They each received two extremely hard slaps on the face, and their bodies all jumped into the air and were slapped heavily on the ground.
Death penalty can be avoided, but living crime cannot be avoided.
Immediately afterwards.
Li Kui walked up to the middle-aged monk, helped him up, and asked, "Are you okay?"
"Thank you, thank you donor."
The middle-aged monk used the strength of Li Kui's arm to stand up and subconsciously clasped his hands together to express his thanks.
Unexpectedly, the thing in his arms fell down, and it was those bags of pork.
Zhou An, who was on the side, naturally saw it too. He first looked at the pork on the ground, and then looked at the monk twice, with a somewhat complicated look in his eyes.
"Master, let me send you and your two apprentices up the mountain."
There was nothing strange on Li Kui's face. He checked the monk's injuries and found that they were not serious.
"Sorry for the trouble, donor."
The middle-aged monk reached out and wiped the blood on his mouth with his monk's robe, showing a wry smile.
Afterwards, Li Kui sent these monks up the mountain.
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Almost half an hour.
A temple located halfway up the mountain appeared in front of Li Kui.
Ordinary, even a little rundown.
Pushing open the vermilion temple door with its paint peeling off badly.
A green brick road appears in front of you. Directly in front is the Mahavira Hall, with the statue of Sakyamuni Buddha as desolate as the temple gate.
The people inside probably heard the sound, and a young novice monk ran out.
"Master is back."
"Master is back!"
But when he ran over happily and saw the miserable state of his master and senior brother, he was immediately dumbfounded.
Hot tears rolled in my eyes, and I burst out crying.
At this moment, the quiet temple suddenly came to life.
A dozen children wearing ill-fitting gray monk robes ran out, and several pregnant women could be seen behind them.
Li Kui looked at this situation and blinked.
Zhou An behind him was even more confused.
The master monk sighed: "Donor, let's talk after we go in."
"Um."
Li Kui now understood a little bit and nodded slightly.
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