Chen Jiayan lay next to my ear and whispered: "We have a way out, if it doesn't work, just run away."
I knew that Chen Jiayan’s hard work would not be in vain.
However, we certainly can't run.
It is not difficult to analyze from the situation in front of me. Wang Ju came to me twice and tried to show off his power to me again and again.
Today, there is a high probability that it will not be a good thing.
A monk can escape but cannot escape from the temple. If he hides today, what will he do in the future?
It's better to make it clear once and for all.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Wang Ju was sitting on a high chair and suddenly burst out into bursts of sharp laughter: "But, I won't make it difficult for you."
"Here, let's move some money!"
Chen Jiayan looked at me with a confused face, but my heart was already uneasy.
Zhajiaozi is a slang term, referring to a stool.
In this day and age, how can anyone use the incision on the road?
As Taoist priests of our northern sect, we first made our fortune on the ground, also known as the Tianqiao handle.
For example, some traditional Chinese medicine doctors that can be seen today have the ability to tell fortunes.
This is not a liar, but a source of medical knowledge.
If you meet a fortune teller who sets up a stall and sells dog-skin plasters, he is not a liar.
This is the most authentic northern gentleman.
Working on the ground means having to deal with different families. Over time, everyone has learned something from each other.
However, every sect has its own special skills, and it is impossible to just let people listen to it, so there are slang words.
When the two insiders met, they used slang to open and close their mouths, which outsiders couldn't understand, so they naturally kept the secrets of the industry.
There are a total of sixteen secret sects of famous Jianghu families, each of which has dozens to dozens of branches, and countless slang incisions.
Northern Taoist priests must learn idioms when they first start practicing Taoism. This is the inheritance from their ancestors.
But when my master taught me, it was just a formality.
Who would have thought that in this day and age, people would still use slang?
Now that I really encountered this problem, it took me a while to understand what it meant.
Seeing that I didn't move for a long time, Wang Ju tilted his head and looked at me: "What do you mean?"
I smiled, my left hand was on top, my thumb was raised, my right hand was on the bottom, my little finger was pointing down.
This is called the wayfinding ceremony, and this is how two strangers meet each other.
I can already see that he used black words just to give me another blow.
If I don’t understand, I’ll lose my status!
Then I will return the gift in the same way.
It’s not that I don’t understand, don’t treat me like a baby!
We walked to the front first, but the ones we were given to sit on were not normal square stools.
It’s a small bench for fishing!
I looked at the stool and sat down directly.
As soon as I sat down, the shaking from my buttocks made me feel a little bit in danger.
"Snapped!"
Chen Jiayan immediately put her hand on my leg.
I looked back and saw that she was sitting on a stool, but her face was already swollen and red.
I know that we are facing the same situation.
This stool has three legs, but two of them swayed obviously. As long as I exerted a little force, I immediately sat on the ground.
He originally wanted to see me make a fool of myself, but if I make a fool of myself now, wouldn't that be playing into his game?
However, this almost half-squatting posture is no different from being executed.
I can still get better, but Chen Jiayan's thin body may not be able to bear it!
I glanced sideways at Ji Canghai, and he glanced at me in a tacit understanding and cooed at my hand.
Then, he quietly moved the stool back a little and put his legs under Chen Jiayan's butt.
I understood and immediately followed suit.
In this way, Chen Jiayan is equivalent to sitting on both of us, greatly reducing her pressure.
Looking at the stool under me, I couldn't help but wonder.
How on earth did I offend this dwarf so much that he would try every means to make things difficult for me.
At this time, Wang Ju was standing on the stage next to me, waving to a few horse boys in civilian clothes.
"Tea!"
Soon, a carved wood tea tray was placed in front of me, with three silver hammered tea cups placed on it.
When the light shines on it, the tea cup reflects a faint metallic luster.
"Whoa whoa whoa whoa..."
The clear yellow tea fell into the teacup, and waves of faint gurgling sounds rang in my ears.
Obviously, this is boiling water!
Ma Zai's hand didn't stop until the water overflowed from the cup.
I stretched out my index finger and tapped it on the table, trying to remind him of the tea ceremony.
However, it was as if he was deaf and couldn't hear at all.
The tea is full of deception! This is insulting!
At this time, Wang Ju shouted on the stage: "Take a cup and pay tribute to your friends!"
For a moment, everyone raised their tea cups and focused their attention on the three of us.
The tea in the cup is exuding steam, and the tea cup is made of metal. Holding it in your hand is no different from holding a soldering iron.
Not to mention pouring it into your mouth!
"how?"
Wang Ju twisted his rosary beads and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "The onlookers who come in don't even drink tea, don't you want to give face?"
Following his words, everyone in the room stood up.
I glanced sideways and saw that several people had already put their hands into their arms...
