This is a man wearing a Taoist robe, but he has a smooth head and a strong body wrapped in a tight Taoist robe, making people feel that his clothes were stolen from somewhere.
But what is surprising is that looking at the long eyebrows and fine eyes, his facial features are quite friendly and friendly. Perhaps because his face is slightly rounded, his actual age cannot be seen.
Seemingly seeing everyone looking at him, he stumbled deliberately as he landed steadily in the courtyard. Seeing that everyone seemed to know his pretentiousness, he came over waving his long sleeves in laughter. This is obviously a person with a childish heart, but with his smiling face, he does not seem to be too old.
The three people sitting here were not surprised to see his age, but they all vaguely felt that this man was an unfathomable person, not only in his external appearance, but also in his secret behavior.
There are many masters in this arena, but after he jumped in from outside the wall, he waddled over, making people look like a duck. However, his ostentatious and covert appearance makes people even more fearful. Although his behavior is somewhat funny, even surprising.
But none of the people present had any intention of laughing, not to mention the sound he made outside just now. It sounded like there was still some distance at first, but by the time the sound reached everyone's ears, others had already crossed the wall and entered. Even Chen Zhongfu, who was sitting on the wooden couch, felt his eyelids twitching just because of his jumping in from outside the wall.
Li Jia always wore a veil on her face, so others could not see her expression, but the vain flash of a pair of beautiful eyes undoubtedly betrayed the shock in her heart.
She is called a fairy, not only because of her appearance, but also because of her otherworldly temperament and excellent cultivation. This ability to remain calm in every situation is not something that ordinary women can achieve. Although her expression was only slightly startled at this moment, Xie Zhi here had already felt it. Seeing Li Jia's expression, Xie Zhi already understood that the person who came in put pressure on her.
Seeing Xie Zhi looking towards him, Li Jia suddenly had a hint of shyness in his eyes. Afraid of any more ripples in his calm heart, Li Jia hurriedly looked at the person coming again. Li Jia was really shocked, because she had to meet her master Zhang Tianshi every year, and she had seen the top master in the world. Although the skill of the man in front of him was far inferior to that of his master, Li Jia was surprised to find that a certain temperament in this man was vaguely the same as that of his master.
Li Jia was immediately shocked that the inside was burnt and the outside was tender. He originally thought that Xikou was the doorstep of the home where he grew up. Although he practices at Qingliang Peak all year round, Lin'an still feels like his home. My master is already considered an extremely skilled master. Due to his improved state of mind over the years, his entire cultivation level has been praised by his master many times. She has followed her master all year round, so she naturally knows this deeply.
But suddenly she met a person who was beyond her imagination. It seemed that she had no impression of this person. Naturally, the girl who was called a fairy was shocked again.
Just like a common person who can be seen casually on the road, but his unexpected skills and inexplicable appearance are a bit surprising. But he seemed to have no feeling. He staggered forward, stretched out the palm of his right hand and held it upright in front of his chest. He gave everyone a Taoist salute, but then said to the three people: "Poor Dao Chan’s name is Sweet Potato, and I’m lucky enough to meet three donors today!”
What is this mess? Everyone was confused!
He didn't pay attention to the surprise of these people, and walked directly to the short ones under the tense eyes of the three men. Seeing him sitting next to the shorter ones, Meng San's nerves were still tense, but his sharp eyes became much calmer. This man glanced at Meng San, and when he saw Meng San's expression, he actually smiled slightly at Meng San. Seeing Meng San relax, he actually nodded slightly, seeming to have some appreciation.
Then he ignored everyone's gazes and didn't wait for anyone to reply to him. As if he had returned to his own home, he sat down on the ground. Seeing the confusion in everyone's eyes, he didn't say anything for a moment, but directly picked up the tile on the table and poured some tea. Xie Zhi had just brewed it and prepared it for three people to drink. However, he honestly and politely picked up the cup in front of Xie Zhi and drank it. Then he squinted his eyes slightly, as if he was savoring the sweet tea.
This was simply unreasonable and ignorant, but Xie Zhi didn't seem to be angry at all. He glanced at the two people on the side. Neither of them spoke, obviously they didn't know this person. Just when the three people were in shock, he exclaimed: "Good, good, good tea!"
Chen Zhongfu and Li Jia didn't say anything immediately. This was because the abandoned garden of the Shen family was where Xie Zhi lived after all, and Xie Zhi was considered the owner. What's more, when everyone sat down just now, they just wanted to see some of Xie Zhi's thoughts and the reasons for settling in Xikou. I don’t know if this person who suddenly appeared is an enemy or a friend. Although we are all practitioners, we are still walking in the world after all. Many scruples and taboos made both of them look at Xie Zhi, who was in charge.
"Is this a master or a Taoist priest?" Xie Zhi was also a little confused. Although he knew that the person in front of him was unfathomable, the information sent by Meng San made him deeply understand the fear of the person in front of him. However, because of his identity, he couldn't help but look up and down. Although there was some hesitation in his words, he always knew that there are not many masters in this world, so he still asked politely.
"Master? Oh! Taoist priest? Hmm! Is a certain family ugly?" This man's answer was almost dumbfounding. He looked at Xie Zhi with a question on his face, as if Xie Zhi's statement was extremely wrong. However, his words were meaningless and a bit confusing. Fortunately, he continued: "People call him a certain sweet potato master. Well, in that case, he is a master!"
Seeing everyone staring at him, he suddenly said: "But what is this master?"
"Puch!"
Hearing this man chattering as if talking to himself, and reaching out to drink all the three cups, Li Jia and Chen Zhongfu saw that he was so rude. It was not that they disliked him for being rude, but they felt that he was so rude. There must be deep meaning in people's actions, so after seeing him finish drinking the tea from the tile, even if he returned to his original position, the two of them stopped reaching out.
However, even if Li Jia is usually aloof and aloof, Qingliang Peak is full of senior sisters. Even if she occasionally sees other senior brothers from the same sect, just imagine who would dare to talk such wanton nonsense in front of her. So when I heard his words, I couldn't help being amused by him, and I laughed out loud. However, he may have realized that he was rude. Although he didn't mean to be afraid, he immediately covered his lips and apologized softly: "I'm sorry, master, I didn't mean to make fun of you, the master's words were really funny!"
"Really? When did a certain family become so cute? Female donor, please don't try to make a certain family happy! People find it annoying to talk to a certain family!" The man who calls himself the Sweet Potato Master seemed to be a little proud as he touched his own sweet potato. A big belly and an air of leisurely contentment. Seeing that no one answered him, he glanced at the three people again, as if he had seen through them, nodded slightly and said: "Tea is good tea, but it doesn't quench your thirst!"
"If you want a big bowl of tea, a certain family has it here!" Xie Zhi seemed to have calmed down, tilting his head to signal a beggar to the side, and the man quickly entered the house. In less than a blink of an eye, he came out with a flat, short tile bowl and placed it directly in front of the sweet potato master.
"You have a bright future, young man!" Master Digua pointed cheerfully at the clever beggar, but his eyes were fixed on the tea pourer filled with tea leaves in Xie Zhi's hand.
Sure enough, Xie Zhi filled the boiling water again and filled the bowl in front of the sweet potato master with tea in less than two times. Looking at the full bowl of hot tea, Master Digua laughed and applauded, but did not touch the bowl of tea again. Instead, he slowly looked at Xie Zhi and the other three.
When his eyes meet everyone, this person's heart will always tremble slightly. Because his clear eyes seemed to be able to see through people, and they were so deep that they felt like they were completely naked.
"Master, is he a disciple of the famous Budai monk in Liangzhe?" Chen Zhongfu suddenly looked at Master Digua with a trembling voice. Although his eyes were a little confused, his trembling voice showed the nervousness of this great disciple of Tianmu Mountain.
Master Digua had a smile in his eyes and did not immediately answer Chen Zhongfu's words, but looked at Li Jia with a slight smile. Just when Li Jiaxiang's lips curled up and he wanted to speak, Master Digua looked at Xie Zhi who was sitting in the main seat: "I heard that old monk Mingkong said you were good, so I came over to take a look. I didn't expect that you are a stingy person. , even drinking tea is not a pleasure, Mingkong is really old!" He shook his head as if he had been deceived, but what he said was enough to make these people shocked.
"Old monk Mingkong? Divine monk Mingkong?" Chen Zhongfu seemed to be muttering to himself as he stared at Master Digua. No matter whether he was talking nonsense or not, at least there was only one Mingkong nearby, and that was the Mingkong Buddhist monk from Mingkongyuan Foyin Temple. Ming Kong Divine Monk.
"Who else is it if it's not that old monk? Is he famous?" Looking at Chen Zhongfu's nervous look, Master Digua didn't seem to be surprised at all by his own words. Instead, he felt that others were surprised and strange to hear Mingkong's name: "Is he as famous as me?"
The three people here almost bit their tongues. Mingkong Divine Monk is a well-known figure in Zhejiang and Zhejiang, especially near Hangzhou. This sweet potato master appeared out of nowhere, but he didn't take Mingkong seriously at all. Although Chen Zhongfu and Li Jia were disciples of the Taoist sect of Tianmu Mountain, they felt a little embarrassed when they heard him speak so shamelessly. If he hadn't felt that he was really skilled, Chen Zhongfu would have wanted to come over and throw him out.
Xie Zhi's surprise came from himself. Because of an elder, he visited the Mingkong Divine Monk after coming here, and he and the Divine Monk actually became lifelong friends. Others didn't know their origins at all, and they didn't expect that Master Digua in front of him knew Monk Mingkong, and the Monk also talked to him about himself. Obviously, their friendship was not an ordinary one. (To be continued.)
