The abstaining monk was confused. He didn't believe the answer given by Daolin at all. Although he had never seen Daolin's skills, he had used all his strength without hurting Daolin before, which showed that Daolin was not too weak. .
The carriage was advancing slowly on the official road. Both of them were very idle, so they were not in a hurry.
"There is a county town ahead. Let's go there to have a rest." Dolin pointed to the distance with his riding whip.
"Okay, Brother Dao can decide." The alcohol-free monk said politely, clasping his hands together.
When they entered the county town, it was getting late, and the two of them parked the carriage in front of a restaurant.
"My guest, Mr. Buddha, do you want to work in a restaurant or stay in a hotel?" The restaurant waiter came out and asked politely.
"Stay in the inn and prepare the best fodder for the horses." Dolin ordered and then led the abstaining monk into the restaurant.
It was approaching night and there were many people in the restaurant. Daolin and the alcoholic monk found a seat by the window and sat down.
Another waiter came over with a rag, wiped it on the table a few times, and then asked with a smile: "What do you two need?"
"Just serve two of your best dishes."
"Does Lord Buddha need fasting?" The waiter nodded and then asked.
"No need, this Buddha is not averse to wine and meat." Daolin replied with a smile.
The waiter looked at the alcoholic monk in surprise and left without saying anything.
Daolin looked around. There were four tables of guests in the lobby.
There are four people sitting at a table near the door. They look like warriors. We will temporarily call them Party A.
There were also four people near the stairs on the second floor. They looked like guards. We temporarily called them Party B.
Next to the door of the backyard is a father and daughter. The woman is wearing a veil and her appearance cannot be seen clearly, but the father looks very kind, so he temporarily calls them Party B.
The last table was the one closest to them. They were two young men who seemed to have the temperament of rich young men. They were temporarily called Ding Fang.
The abstaining monk took two bowls, opened the wine gourd and poured a glass of wine for himself and Daolin each.
The aroma of wine overflowed, immediately attracting the attention of the other four tables.
"Hey, this wine smells good. Is it your wine?" The two rich men stood up and walked over, looking at Dolin.
Dorian shrugged and tilted his head to indicate that he was a sober monk.
"A monk drinks alcohol? Isn't this a violation of the precepts?" One of the young men held the table and teased the abstaining monk.
The abstaining monk did not get angry, he put his hands together and smiled.
"Make a price, this wine master wants it." Another young man took out the money bag from his arms and threw it on the table.
"Donor, I'm sorry, I don't sell this wine, little monk. If you want to drink it, I can pour you a bowl." The alcoholic monk said with a smile to the money-throwing man.
"C, this young master fell in love with your wine. I gave you face, but you don't want the face I gave you. You don't want the face I gave you, which makes me lose face. Do you know?" The expression on Mr. Thousand Money's face He said unkindly.
"If I say I won't sell you, I won't sell you. Why are there so many things?" Dolin quit. He despised these muggers the most.
"Say it again!" Mr. Money Thrower pointed his finger at Dorian's nose and shouted.
How could Daolin possibly spoil him? He raised his hand and held the man's fingers. With a slight force on his palm, the money-throwing man cried out in pain.
When the other young man saw that his friend's fate was being pinched, he immediately came around, picked up a bench nearby, and without saying a word, turned towards Dolin and hit him on the head.
"Amitabha!" A Buddha's chant rang out, and a column of water burst out, splashing directly on the face of the man holding the bench. The man holding the bench stumbled and fell to the side.
"Tell me about you. You don't have any skills, but you still imitate others and cause trouble everywhere. If we want you to drink our own wine, let you drink it. If we don't let you drink it, don't drink it. You are rich and it's amazing. If you have money, we have to listen. Yours?" Dorian's arm holding the money-throwing boy's finger moved back and forth, and the boy wailed and followed the swing.
"Let me go, let me go, do you know who I am!" The young man took the time to start speaking harshly.
Dolin sneered and said: "There are always idiots like you. Let's not say who you are. Just your temper of looking for trouble everywhere. No matter who you are, your family can't stand you being so noisy."
The young man who was lying on the ground on the other side got up now. His face was full of wine, and he was sticking out his tongue to lick the wine around his mouth.
"Amitabha, Brother Dao, it seems that this donor already knows that he is wrong. Just let him go." The alcohol-free monk recited the Buddha's name and said.
Daolin naturally wanted to show respect to the alcoholic monk, so he used his arms to throw the money-throwing man out.
"Wait for me!" Mr. Qian stood up awkwardly and pointed at the two of them.
"Quit drinking, you are too good-tempered. Do you think he knows what is wrong?" Dolin picked up the bowl and drank the wine in one gulp.
The alcoholic monk glanced at Dorian and nodded in agreement with his words.
"Li Yang, come with me. Let's go back and call for help!" Mr. Throwing Money grabbed Mr. Bench and started to walk out of the restaurant, but he didn't pull. He couldn't help but look back.
"Delicious! This wine is really delicious!" Li Yang said with an intoxicated look as he looked at the wine gourd on the table.
"Drink, drink, drink! Drink NM, drink!"
"Wang Kai, wait a minute. You admit your mistake to Lord Buddha. Let's have a bowl each. Really, try it. You have never had such a delicious wine." Li Yang raised his hand to get rid of Wang Kai's control. , came over and said with a playful smile.
"How's it going? Brother Dao, this donor Li has a very good attitude of admitting his mistakes!" the alcoholic monk said with a smile to Daolin.
Daolin ignored him and looked at the menacing Wang Kai. His meaning was very clear. If you make trouble again, I will beat you.
Wang Kai was now riding a tiger, unable to get off, and his brother was so embarrassed that he was stunned for a moment.
"This donor, why don't you sit down and have a drink, so that this matter is over?" The alcohol-free monk poured another bowl of wine and pushed it to the table in front of Wang Kai.
Wang Kai looked at the abstaining monk and then at Daolin. Knowing that these two people were not easy to mess with, he gasped and picked up the wine bowl and drank it all in one gulp.
When the drink entered his mouth, his eyes widened suddenly. He immediately understood why his buddy had such an attitude. This wine was so delicious. Compared with it, the good wine he drank before was just like swill.
"How's it going? We're all going out, and harmony is the most important thing. You two don't need to buy my wine. You can just sit down and drink together." The abstaining monk poured another bowl for the two of them and said.
Wang Kai and Li Yang looked at the wine on the table awkwardly, feeling quite uncomfortable with their reckless behavior just now.
"Oh, you just said angrily that we won't give you face. Now that you are invited, do you plan to not give us face?" Daolin patted the table and said.
The two standing people looked at each other, quickly clasped their fists in salute, and sat down naturally.
