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Chapter 23: Are you here to serve as stuffing for Chinese New Year?

Now that the end of the year is approaching, pedestrians have become scarce, and most of the wanderers outside have rushed back to their hometowns.

The Cross Slope Hotel has also entered the off-season.

In the hotel, there was a drunken monk sitting just by the window.

The monk was fat and strong, with a sinister face and a murderous look on his face, giving him a very unpleasant look.

Even though it was the coldest month of winter, the monk still took off his shirt and was shirtless, revealing the flower-embroidered tattoos all over his back.

Lin Xuan glanced at the flower embroidery on the monk's back and found that it should be peonies.

Pretty cool.

"Ok?"

Hearing the footsteps, the monk raised his head and looked at Lin Xuan and others, then leaned against the wall and took a nap.

This monk must have drank a lot of strong alcoholic beverages.

"???"

The monk seemed a little alert and said blankly: "Sa...why can't the Sa family remember?"

I just saw that this great monk looked so similar in temperament that Lin Xuan couldn't help but give it a try.

It is indeed this guy.

This was the first time Huang Rong saw someone linking their surname and Buddhist title together, and she was very proud of it.

Lin Xuan looked at the water mill Zen staff placed aside, and his heart moved slightly.

Monks believe that the four elements are all empty. Once they enter Buddhism, they will cut off their worldly ties. From now on, they should forget their names and address each other by Dharma names.

The monk hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said: "The Sa family's surname is Lu, and the name of Fa and Dharma is 'Zhishen'. I have been in charge of the vegetable garden at Daxiangguo Temple in Tokyo for a while. If I say that I have met the Sa family, it would...not be surprising." ."

Monks these days...

Is the road so wild?
  "It turns out to be Master Lu. I'm Lin Xuan. This is my sworn brother Huang Long. Master, I'm glad to meet you."

He stuttered when he spoke and was very naive.

Even if you don't feel comfortable being a monk and return to secular life, you will lose your Buddhist title and use your original name.

"...I came from Bianliang, Tokyo, and burned a few sticks of incense at Daxiangguo Temple on the way. I saw a divine monk who looked dignified and majestic. He looked somewhat similar to the master."

In the novel, Lu Zhishen was indeed turned over once by Sun Erniangma here.

Lin Xuan smiled slightly: "Since Master can't remember, it's probably because I admitted my mistake. Don't blame Master."

Huang Rong felt a little dizzy after hearing this, and felt like her head was filled with little question marks.

"Wait!"

"The great monk has a kind face, I don't know what to call him?"

"Mian Shan? Where have you seen Sajia before?"

So much so that Huang Rong couldn't figure out whether the great monk in front of her was really open-minded and indifferent, or if he was too uneducated.

If Zhang Qing hadn't saved him, he would have become stuffed buns.

The timing is a bit strange, though.

Logically speaking, Lu Zhishen should have gone to Erlong Mountain in the same group as Yang Zhi.

But now that the birthday card has been robbed for several months, Yang Zhi should have gone to work as a bandit long ago.

I don't know what went wrong that caused this monk to come here now.

Could it be that as the New Year is approaching, they are eager to be stuffed buns?

"Hahaha, the Sa family also has a good friend named Lin. I am naturally a happy person."

Lu Zhishen looked at the leftovers on the table and said loudly: "Madam boss, please bring some more damn food and drinks. The accounts of these two young men and brothers will be recorded on Sajia's head."

Before he finished speaking, Lu Zhishen tilted his head, leaned against the wall and dozed off again.

"Okay! What do you two guests want?"

Sun Erniang's service attitude is quite good.

Hearing Lu Zhishen's words, he immediately came over and said with a smile.

"Lady boss, cut up three pounds of yellow beef, some refreshing wild vegetables, and two cents of wine."

Lin Xuan looked at the confused Lu Zhishen and understood.

Needless to say, Lu Zhishen's martial arts was like a human-shaped King Kong when he uprooted a weeping willow tree.

Even Wu Song, who was famous for his bravery, might not be able to defeat this reckless monk.

When it comes to fighting, none of the ten Sun Erniangs may be able to beat Lu Zhishen.

However, the power of Cross Po Black Shop is not because Sun Erniang can fight...

You can guess that Sun Erniang thought Lu Zhishen was fat and strong, and tasted good at first glance.

So he took action decisively and gave Lu Zhishen a lot of medicine.

Looking at Lu Zhishen's appearance, he was just trying hard not to fall asleep. It’s hard to walk.

No wonder Sun Erniang greeted her so happily.

Most likely, he felt that Lu Zhishen might fall to the ground at any time and transform into a big pot of stuffed buns.

It can't make waves at all.

"Good Le!"

Sun Erniang said with a smile: "The store also has big steamed buns freshly baked, which are famous far and wide. Would you like to come and have a few steamed buns to try them?"

"...No need."

Lin Xuan was silent for a moment and shook his head.

Although he is somewhat interested in new things.

But the idea of ​​human meat buns is still too curious and unacceptable.

Who knows what part of the meat inside is...

It makes me sick just thinking about it.

"The guest officer is slow to use."

Sun Erniang is quick with her hands and feet.

After a while, he cut a large plate of meat, stir-fried a plate of strange wild vegetables, sifted two corners of wine, and piled them together on the table.

The yellow beef should still be quite serious.

Not to mention Sun Erniang, even with Huang Rong's cooking skills, it is impossible to completely make human flesh taste like beef.

"The taste is okay, it doesn't hurt to try some."

Huang Rong took a sip of wine, then put it on the stove to warm it up.

The wine is light in color and doesn't look out of the ordinary.

Although some Mongolian perspiration medicine was added, the content was actually not that high.

Even if an ordinary person drinks a few drinks, it should not have much impact.

In various novels and TV series, the effects of Mongolian sweat medicine are often described in extremely exaggerated ways.

It seems that Mongolian sweat medicines are all high-end products that are colorless and odorless, similar to Shixiang Ruanjin Powder and Beisu Qingfeng.

The hero took a sip, rushed to the street, and was torn into pieces.

If the fairy heroine touches a little, it will become even more miserable, and ten thousand words of the subsequent plot need to be omitted.

It was as if those people in the world had no power to resist in front of the Mongolian sweat medicine.

In fact, this idea is nonsense.

Maybe in the martial arts plane, there are indeed colorless and tasteless high-end goods like Shixiang Ruanjin Powder...

However, this requires many scholars and pharmacists to prepare and purify this stuff.

The cost is extremely high.

It is estimated that only the royal family can master it.

Under normal circumstances, in this era of rudimentary technology, the Mongolian sweat medicine that is commonly circulated in the world...

Too many impurities will cause cerebral hemorrhage in future generations of pharmacists.

The effect is also very average.

When mixed with wine, it not only tastes strong, but also makes the wine turbid.

When added to food, it tastes weird, almost as if it has gone bad.

Only a fool would eat it!

Get some condiments like Sichuan peppercorns to cover up the strange smell?

It's theoretically possible.

However, this is ancient times!

Condiments are rare things.

Maybe, it's much more valuable than gold!

If you use this thing to give medicine, you will probably lose money and doubt your life.

Therefore, when the owner of a black shop uses sweat medicine.

Only add a small amount to the wine, and quantity wins.

When the accumulation reaches a certain level, after three rounds of drinking, and the guests’ reactions are not so keen...

Another big one!
  "It's fate that Dao Zuo met. Master Lu's wine bowl is empty. How many more bowls do you want?"

Lin Xuan and Huang Rong took a few sips of wine and saw Lu Zhishen looking at them drunkenly, smiling.

(End of this chapter)