Liao Zhai Zi is silent

Chapter 189
It's summer now, but the cicadas don't sing.

Instead, the sweltering wind blows on people's faces, making people sweat sticky.

Hiding in the shade of a tree, the woman selling iced sour plum soup guarded her burden and shouted feebly: "Sour plum soup, cold and sweet plum soup..."

What I drink is ordinary well water.

Lin Zhuming approached and took out some money: "Two bowls of sour plum soup."

"Okay, Daoist!" The woman set up two small mats for Lin Zhuming to sit on, took out two large tea bowls, and scooped out a bowl of sour plum soup from the bucket, with two plums soaked on top.

"They're all bayberry trees from our own yard. They're all fresh. The Daoist tastes them. You can refill a big bowl after you're done drinking. There's no charge for it."

The woman smiled slightly, showing slightly crooked teeth, with plain clothes and big hands, she looked like an ordinary person.

"Beside this Guandi Temple, how many bowls of sour plum soup can be sold a day?" Lin Zhuoming asked, "Maybe subsidize the livelihood?"

"If you catch up with the temple fair, you can sell seventy or eighty bowls a day. After all, you can earn some hard-earned money for carrying burdens and walking around the streets."

"There's been a drought recently, and it's been so hot that there are fewer incense burners, but we can still sell twenty or thirty bowls."

"However, sometimes I'm not lucky. When I meet a city official who patrols the city, he will overturn my stall... But that kind of situation is rare..."

"Don't worry, Daoist. Although I sell very little, this sour plum soup never lasts overnight. It's all new soup that has been boiled since the third watch. If it can't be sold, it will be distributed among the neighbors when I return home..."

"Then if you split it up, wouldn't they want to buy it even more?" Hu Jiezhou asked curiously.

The woman rubbed her hands: "The truth is like this, but love is not like this..."

I wake up in the middle of the night to make sour plum soup, but I can't make much money.

Hard work is still poor.

That's the kind of people, these people still want to beat the bone and suck the marrow
Lin Zhuming found some scraps of money: "I don't think there is anyone today, so don't sell these sour plum soups today. I have some children who are about eleven or twelve years old. They like to eat these sweet and sour things the most. You I bought both of these loads, and when I drink them up tomorrow, how about I give them back to you?"

"How can this be done? These two loads of plum soup are only worth a hundred dollars, even if you add the burden, it doesn't cost so much. Daoist, don't pity me. I have hands and feet, and I can spend the money I earn with peace of mind." , not mine, how can I want it?"

"Yeah, it's not mine, I can't take it, what a simple and plain truth."

Hu Jiezhou said with emotion.

"There are a lot of students in my place, and they should all like to drink this. Now in the summer, in the heat, after reading a book, drinking a bowl is refreshing. From now on, I will send two barrels to my place every day. These will be regarded as deposits It's gone." Lin Zhuoming so calmed the woman's heart.

When the woman heard that she was a scholar, she immediately beamed with joy. Scholars also like to drink our sour plum soup.

I went back happily and wanted to tell my family the good news.

"My Daoist Lord is not the same as before, and his murderous spirit is much stronger. Now it seems that the Lord has not changed."

"I haven't changed, it's just that the yin and yang universe can't accommodate me, and right and wrong cause and effect can't solve my confusion."

Lin Zhuming has always been adhering to the idea of ​​"immortal life is precious".

But, that depends on who.

Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately?Sorry, can't do it.

After drinking the sour plum soup, the two got up, and saw a large plaque in the opposite shop: the words "cornucopia".

Next to it are "business is booming" and "financial resources are prospering".

It would be a bit vulgar to have such a plaque posted in other places, but this is a downright vulgar place.A place where luxury and money are spent for entertainment, where people return to animal nature and put down morality.

Lin Zhuming strode in.

As soon as he took a step forward, the door was locked tightly.

Four men emerged from around the corner inside the door.

"The two guests, are you playing with literature or martial arts?"

If anyone recognizes these four people, they will know that they are the heads of the four martial arts gyms in Nanjing City.

The one that looks a little short is a golden Buddha with iron feet. It has a great pile of power. Its feet are like the roots of a mountain. With one kick, it can break a tree with a thick thigh. The weapon he is best at using is the mother-child mandarin duck axe.

The one with slightly longer arms is Tongbei Arhat, the master of Emei Tongbei Quan.The boy kung fu practiced since childhood, when beaten, the arms are like whips, can grow three inches, and can break people's necks.

There is also a benevolent looking, seemingly oldest swordsman who calls himself "Sword Immortal" and also carries a sword on his back.

Only when he saw Lin Zhuming, he felt a very strong sense of danger, which was the sharpness of a sword.

But the last one was a Westerner, tall and powerful, with bloody vigor, like a tiger in the mountains.

"How to play Wen's? How to play Wu?" Lin Zhuming was quite curious: "I came here today, just to kill people, not to play games."

"However, a little Taoist priest in the realm of immortality dares to speak out without shame. He doesn't have the great Zhou Tian kung fu of Zhou Tian, ​​but he dares to despise us." The iron-footed golden Buddha looked down on the person who held the cup the most.

The first shot at the moment.

This man's legs were short, but his hands were not short, and the mandarin duck in his hand was stuck against Lin Zhuoming's waist and chest.

At the same time, the Tongbei Arhat also opened and closed, swinging his arms like a steel whip, and directly faced Lin Zhuoming's face.

The sword fairy drew out his sword like the chant of a jade dragon.

Only the Westerner, who didn't intend to do anything, watched the show beside him.

As soon as the expert made a move, he knew if there was any. The three of them were worthy of being famous contemporary martial arts masters, but it was a pity that they all worked their lives for the evil God of Wealth, and they were here to obstruct Lin Zhuming today.

Hu Jiezhou said: "What a terrific style of play!"

But the Westerner became interested as soon as he saw Hu Jiezhou, and he didn't know if he fell in love with his style, and began to show his muscles crazily.

"If it's a dissolute wild fox, I'll get you up and down." Hu Jiezhou snorted coldly, turning his head away from the Westerner.

Three vital points, three different martial arts masters hit directly.

But they forgot that a gun is fast at a distance of seven steps, and accurate and fast within seven steps.

Lin Zhuming used traditional beautiful and strong martial arts, and fired three shots in a short span of time.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

The iron-footed golden Buddha was the first to fall to the ground, and his foot was the most stable, so he seemed like a live target.

The sword fairy blocked the bullet with his sword, but also took a few steps back.

Tongbei Luohan clamped the bullet with his skeletal muscles abruptly, with an expression of disbelief: "You broke the rules!"

"Who the hell set the rules?" Lin Zhuoming snorted coldly, stepping over the body of the iron-legged golden Buddha: "You three beat me one, and you still want rules?"

(End of this chapter)