Lord please forgive me

Chapter 58 No taboos (please collect and recommend tickets)

The young man with the sword sneered and said with a sneer:

"Seeing that you are only seventeen or eighteen years old, you dare to pretend to be a 'Ming' generation. You don't even have a scar on the top of your head. You probably are a monk who escaped from some wild temple."

"This young hero's words are wrong,"

A burly man on the other table has been paying attention to the movement here, and he couldn't help but interject when he heard the words:

"Buddhism talks about seniority rather than age. It is not impossible for this little monk to say that he is of the 'Ming' generation. If his master belongs to the 'Le' generation, then he is a junior. It's just that there are not many masters of the 'Le' generation."

When the young man with the sword saw someone correcting him, he first looked at the thoughtful woman in Chinese clothes next to him, felt his face dull, and retorted:
"What you are talking about is too mysterious. The masters of the previous generation are all masters born in the world. They are all close to two hundred years old. There are only four or five people who are famous in the world. Those who will accept such a young apprentice What's more, he doesn't have a scar on his head?"

Although the big man looks rough, his personality is gentle and refined, his face is still pleasant, and he said with a smile:

"That's right. Although I will have the ring scars on my body and body after entering Buddhism, I was fortunate enough to meet a Buddhist master who didn't have incense scars on his head. I heard that Buddhist Zen practitioners have reached the state of inaction. on, the scars all over the body will disappear, like a newborn baby just out of the womb, "

"Ha ha……"

The young man with the sword laughed, pointed at Ming Kong defiantly and said:

"Just him? Do you think this stupid and stupefied little bald donkey who drinks and eats meat and loves to look at beautiful women will be an eminent monk of Wuweijing?"

The burly man shook his head helplessly, and said with a wry smile: "I'm just discussing the matter, just talk about it casually, since the young man is so serious, just pretend that I didn't say anything."

"Really noisy,"

Nie Wuwei felt his ears buzzing like flies, raised his left arm, and punched out,
"Crack,"

"Ah~"

The young man with the sword screamed unguardedly, and suddenly felt that most of the bones in his right arm were broken, and the pain was getting stronger and stronger. He held his shoulders in pain and staggered to stand up, his eyes were about to split,
Several male youths at the same table behind him also drew their swords and left their seats one after another.

"sit down,"

The woman at the same table spoke coldly,
"It's his rudeness first, and he can't blame others,"

The four youths looked at each other, and sat down together, ignoring the injured partner.
The young man whose arm was broken looked at the woman in disbelief. The severe pain of the broken arm made his forehead covered with cold sweat.

The woman didn't even look at him, "Young Master Song, go back and heal your wounds, I don't want to see you again,"

"Jun..." the young man said in horror,

"roll!"

Young Master Song's expression froze, he gritted his teeth fiercely, turned to Nie Wu fear and said,
"If you have the ability, you wait here, don't run,"

Nie Wu was afraid of being threatened, so he couldn't help laughing out loud.

"I'm going to run away is your grandson,"

"Good boy, you have the guts." After finishing speaking, Mr. Song fled out of the hall in embarrassment, and went to rescue the soldiers.

The woman looked at Nie Wuwei suspiciously, and saw that the other person's face was relaxed and natural, with an indifferent look, as if he was not afraid of revenge.

Then, she said to Ming Kong: "Don't blame the little monk, I apologize to you on behalf of Song Zirong,"

"It's all right, my sister is really kind," Mingkong waved his hands with a smile, as if nothing in this world could make him sad.

"Song Zirong?" The burly man who spoke just now frowned, "Could it be the Song family..."

"Shut up!" The beautiful woman beside him stopped him from continuing,

And the other diners also heard it and pretended not to hear it,
……

The maids lit up the lanterns in each corner of the hall, and for a while, the whole hall was bright as day,
Nie Wuwei was not interested in Mingkong's birth name, but he suddenly discovered that this little monk Mingkong seemed to be particularly focused and serious when doing one thing,

Just like eating, if one didn't pay attention, the little monk had already eaten more than half of the dishes on the table,

"Let me explain Kong, I just added a pair of chopsticks to you just to be polite, but you gave me leftovers,"

"It's a sin, I haven't eaten for three days. The dishes cooked by the chef in Bieyuan can be called delicious in the world. I ate so much because I was greedy for a while. I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

After he finished speaking, he put down his chopsticks and wiped his oily mouth with the back of his hand in embarrassment, but his eyes still did not leave the table.

"The cook didn't cook this table," Nie Wuwei looked at him sullenly,
"Ah? Such a delicious dish is not made by Chef Fan. It's a pity. I'm afraid I won't be able to taste that delicious dish," Ming Kong said with a look of regret and regret.
"Come on, you've eaten like this, and you haven't even left me a few mouthfuls. Seeing how you're begging for food, I'll spend some money today, and I'll bring you some hard dishes from Chef Fan,"

"That's a good relationship," Ming Kong's eyes lit up,
Nie Wuju raised his hand and called for the maid,
"Then cook Fan is cooking today?"

The maid saw that the other party was young and rich although he was dressed poorly, so she raised an eyebrow and said in a coquettish tone,

"Naturally, Boss Fan will cook in person only on the day when Shan everyone is performing,"

"What kind of dishes do you have?"

The maid blurted out like a few treasures:

"Today there are vinegar fish in East Lake, crystal chow hoof, three snakes, dragons, tigers and phoenixes, Jin Shoufu, Buddha jumping over the wall, unicorns born..."

The maid read dozens of dishes in one breath,
Nie Wuwei listened to the hype, and he couldn't understand most of them, so he ordered four dishes randomly,
At this time, the little monk Mingkong who was standing beside him suddenly interjected: "Amitabha, I don't eat dog meat,"

Nie Wuju wondered: "Don't you have no taboos? Are you still picky eaters? Besides, I don't even order dog meat?"

Ming Kong clasped his hands together, there was a trace of sadness in his watery eyes,
"The little monk raised a white dog when he was young. Although he has passed away, the old love is still there. Every time he thinks about it, tears flow down his eyes. How can the little monk have the heart to eat the flesh of his kind?"

Seeing the bewildered face of Patch Youth, the maid smiled and explained:

"The unicorn dish that the guest ordered is to add seasonings to the suckling dog meat, stuff it into the pork belly, put it in the same pot, and steam it over high heat. This dish is neither smelly nor greasy. It has the effect of strengthening yang and tonifying the kidney. Do you want more? "

"You really understand." Nie Wu'ai gave Mingkong a blank look, and then said to the maid, "Of course, if he doesn't eat, I'll eat."

Chef Fan's dishes also have a rule, that is, you have to pay first. For these four dishes alone, 180 taels of money on the table were directly taken away by Nie Wuwei.

"It's so damn expensive," Nie Wuwei couldn't help but complain,
"You want what you want, and beautiful things are naturally expensive,"

"What the fuck, say, how long has it been since you came out of the temple to eat and drink?"

Ming Kong thought for a while, then raised three fingers, "Not much, not much, just three years,"

Nie Wuwei was taken aback for a moment, "Okay, you can be regarded as a famous person after three years of messing around and eating nothing."

"The reputation is too high, it's all thanks to the people who respect the Buddha that day. I have never been rejected once since I made alms. Some Tanyue gave me money, some gave me vegetarian food, and some wanted to marry my daughter to me..."

Nie Wuwei became more and more interested in chatting, stepped on the bench with one foot, and said with a smile: "Since you have no taboos, don't you avoid female sex?"

Mingkong said solemnly: "There are no taboos, of course... there are no taboos..."

(End of this chapter)