There was a carriage driving slowly on the snow.
The driver who drove the carriage was a veteran. Even if the road was muddy and rugged, the carriage moved very steadily, as if there were no bumps at all.
Yu Liancheng was sitting in the carriage, looking relaxed, with a bottle of wine beside him.
Opposite him sat a haggard, bald old man, the monk Xinmei.
Without the support of his strong internal strength, coupled with the injury, he aged too fast, always giving people the feeling that he was about to die.
Yu Liancheng looked straight at the monk Xinmei with a faint smile on his lips, as if he had seen something very interesting.
"Yu Tanyue, are you looking at the old monk?" Monk Xinmei sat upright with his hands clasped together. This man is worthy of being a world-famous eminent monk. His martial arts have been crippled, and he is sitting in the same carriage with his enemy, yet he can still remain calm.
Yu Liancheng nodded.
The monk Xinmei smiled bitterly and said: "Old monk, a monk who is about to die, what's so good about him?"
Yu Liancheng smiled and said: "Because I think you are really interesting now."
"You think the old monk is interesting?" Monk Xinmei had never met anyone who said he was interesting in his life.
Yu Liancheng smiled and said: "I have almost never seen monks riding in chariots and horses before, but now that I see them, it is always a bit strange."
Monk Xinmei said: "Monks are also human beings. Not only do they have to ride in the car, they also have to eat."
Yu Liancheng said: "Then why can't you sit comfortably? Seeing you sitting like this, I can't help but wonder if you have hemorrhoids."
Monk Xinmei's face sank slightly, but apart from reciting "Amitabha", the Shaolin monk really had nothing to do with him. After a long while, the monk Xinmei couldn't help but said again: "I wonder why Yu Tan went to Shaolin Temple over here?"
"I thought you could hold back and not ask." Yu Liancheng smiled and said: "But since you asked, I will tell you mercifully that I want to use the Shaolin Temple to learn all the unique martial arts skills. Shaolin Master Su Lai Yada , all living beings are equal, and I will never go back and forth in vain."
Monk Xinmei's expression changed and he said resolutely: "Absolutely impossible."
Yu Liancheng smiled lightly and said: "Don't be so decisive, I can make a deal with you."
Monk Xinmei asked: "Deal? What kind of deal?"
Yu Liancheng said with a smile: "When you get to Shaolin Temple, you will naturally know."
Monk Xinmei's face was still cold: "Don't even think about this matter. No matter what the deal is, Shaolin Temple will never agree to it."
Yu Liancheng just smiled and didn't explain much.
The carriage continued on its way, and when the sun set, everyone found a quiet inn to rest.
The rules of the Shaolin Temple are very strict, and Xinmei and the other four disciples are living a simple life. Not only do they not talk during meals, but they don't even make a sound.
Yu Liancheng never treated himself badly, so he naturally ordered a few exquisite meals and a jug of good wine, and placed them in front of the Shaolin monks, ready to let them watch him eat.
However, the food had just been served when Yu Liancheng suddenly paused and said, "You'd better not eat it. The food is poisonous."
Monk Xinmei glanced at Yu Liancheng suspiciously, because he had just said that the food was poisonous, but he was still using his chopsticks and drinking.
"Since the food is poisonous, why are you still eating it?" Monk Xinmei frowned, but still waved the Shaolin disciple to stop.
But Yu Liancheng just said lightly: "I can eat it, but you can't."
"Uncle Master, we..."
The four Shaolin disciples hesitated to speak.
They were already injured in Xingyun Village. They had been traveling for another day today and were busy running around. Their stomachs were growling with hunger. How could they not even eat because of the other person's words?
If this Yutan keeps saying "the food is poisonous" for several days, aren't they going to starve to death?
"Don't be too busy eating. It's better to be careful." Monk Xinmei had been with Yu Liancheng for a while and knew that the other party was not someone who would joke about such things.
At this moment, a dog owned by the innkeeper was driven out of the back kitchen by the cook. It was barking with its tail between its legs and seemed to be hungry.
A monk's heart moved slightly, he picked up a piece of tofu and threw it at the puppy.
The dog didn't have much interest in the tofu. He just took a bite and walked away listlessly.
Unexpectedly, before it had gone far, it suddenly heard a barking sound, jumped up, fell to the ground, twitched for a while, and then became motionless.
It is indeed poisonous.
And it's still a very powerful poison that can seal your throat when you see blood.
Yu Liancheng smiled and said: "It seems that it is not necessarily true that all living beings are equal. At least monks are much more noble than dogs. Otherwise, it would be the monks who died now, not the dogs."
Monk Xinmei's face darkened, not because of Yu Liancheng's words, but because of the poison.
A grumpy monk had already rushed out, lifted the waiter beside him, and said sternly: "What kind of poison did you put in the vegetables?"
The guy had noticed this scene before, but when he was frightened by the monk, his teeth chattered and he couldn't speak.
Yu Liancheng couldn't help but shook his head: "Idiot, if he was so scared, he would have run away long ago. How could he see such excitement here?"
Monk Xinmei called out: "Go to the kitchen quickly."
The four monks hurried to the kitchen, but soon came back and reported to Xiang Xinmei: "The cook in the kitchen was also poisoned to death. Someone threw a poisonous centipede into the cooking oil."
Yu Liancheng shook his head and said: "The poisonous centipede stir-fry, I just said why the taste is different."
Monk Xinmei asked in confusion: "Who is the poisoner? There are not many poison masters who can kill people with snakes and insects without being invisible."
Yu Liancheng said calmly: "It's the Five Poison boy from Paradise Cave in Miao territory."
Monk Xinmei lost his voice and said: "How could it be him? What is he doing in the Central Plains?"
Yu Liancheng smiled and said: "Four of his apprentices died because of the golden armor. He came to see me."
Those four disciples were actually killed by Ah Fei, but everyone in the world knew that the "Six Ultimate Crazy Guest" swaggered around the market with gold silk armor and became famous, so the debt was naturally placed on his head.
Monk Xinmei looked at Yu Liancheng again: "But you...how can you still eat vegetables and drink alcohol? Aren't you afraid of his poison?"
Yu Liancheng nodded: "This little bit of poison is really nothing to me."
The monk Xinmei asked: "How to deal with the Five Poison Boys?"
"Although I am not afraid of his poison, having such a person following behind makes me very sick. I will deal with him tonight."
Yu Liancheng looked at the beloved monk again and said with a smile: "As for you, I advise you to gather in the same room and don't eat or drink. Otherwise, if you are poisoned, I will not be responsible for saving people."
The monk Xinmei couldn't help but said: "How are you going to deal with the Five Poison Boys?"
Yu Liancheng smiled and took a sip of wine: "The mountain people have their own tricks, I might as well tell you, my trick is called 'fighting poison with poison'."
