Journey to the West, one of the fist saints

Chapter 145 Tea Stall
Zhunti Saint had a bitter expression on his face, and murmured: "I thought the Heavenly Dao Saint was the pinnacle of cultivation, and I made so many great ambitions for becoming a Saint, but now it has become a drag..."

But there was a faint light in the eyes of the leader of Tongtian, and he thought to himself: "Could it be that the path I have realized is feasible? It's just that my soul is placed under the way of heaven, which is not a small problem..."

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This is a world where everyone practices martial arts, where martial arts are prosperous and various martial arts are dazzling.

Martial arts practiced to the extreme can push mountains and rivers, one person can form an army, and even...you can chase clouds and take moons, martial arts can reach gods!

Dachang Country, Zhoudao Town, Cangsong County.

A handsome monk suddenly appeared beside the tea stalls, startling the old man who was cleaning the tables.

"Little master, are you also a high-ranking Jianghu person? Why did you suddenly appear next to my stall without even hearing a sound!" The old man wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked Xuanzang respectfully. .

There is an underlying rule in Jianghu, that is, when you go out, the three most difficult people to mess with are beggars, monks, and women.If you want to live a peaceful life, you'd better not mess with them. Whether you want to fight or drink, you'd better not mess with them.

The old shopkeeper of the tea stall had traveled abroad for many years, so he was well-informed. Facing a young monk who suddenly appeared, he not only did not despise him, but was very respectful.

The person who came here was precisely to avoid Xuanzang who came to this world with the power of Daoyuan to avoid Hongjun himself. He smiled slightly, feeling the completely different rules of this world, and he was very happy in his heart.

"The world of martial arts? Knights, Jianghu Road..." Xuanzang secretly thought a lot in his heart. He remembered that he was still a young man with a dream of being a hero. Now that many years have passed, he once again really felt this kind of Jianghu atmosphere. , I will still recall the passion at that time in my heart.

"Hey, the poor monk is not a quack, I'm just a passer-by..." Xuanzang said, walked to a table and sat down, "Boss, give me a hero set meal!"

The old shopkeeper heard that Xuanzang was not a wanderer, his expression relaxed a little, and the work in his hands slowed down a bit. You must know that the people in the rivers and lakes are all uncles, and they must be taken care of. If they are just ordinary people, there is no need to treat them so carefully. .

I remember that there was a tea stall owner who often confronted him before. Every time he specially placed the tea stall opposite him, and the asking price was cheaper than him. In the end, he was dismembered by knives because he neglected a swordsman. It should be three meters high.

The old shopkeeper threw the rag over his shoulder and asked, "Little master, what is the hero set meal you are talking about? The shop has been in business for many years, and I have never heard of those things!"

"I don't even know this, here are two catties of beef sauce and a jar of old fragrant daughter red!" Xuanzang explained with a grin, he didn't look like a serious monk from a temple.

The old shopkeeper twisted his mouth, thinking that it turned out to be a young monk who stole food out of the temple, he immediately waved his hand and said, "This is a tea stand, only big-leaf tea and snacks, young master, do you want to try it?"

"Let's have one each!"

"It's two pennies in total, thank you for your favor!"

"Don't worry, it's not short of money!"

As Xuanzang said, he scanned it with his spiritual sense, and understood the appearance of Dachang country's currency, so he conjured up a few coins, took two out of his pocket and put them on the table.

When the old shopkeeper saw the copper coin, he immediately smiled, showing a mouthful of yellowish teeth.

After a while, tea and snacks were placed on Xuanzang's table. It was a summer noon, and the sun was very strong. Passers-by swallowed involuntarily when they passed the tea stand, and their purses were full. Just sit down and have a sip of tea.

As for those poor people with clean pockets, they sat under the tea stand, taking advantage of the shade of the cloth above the tea stand to avoid the heat of noon, and fanned the wind with their hats, with their backs to the tea stand, for fear that they would be born with hunger. Saliva was ridiculed.

The old shopkeeper didn't drive him away either. It was not easy to go out. It is always good to have more popularity. These people are also very knowledgeable and will not delay his business.

At this moment, four young men dressed in black came, their skin was flushed from the sun, with a big knife on their waist, and black turbans on their heads.

"Go away! If you don't drink tea, don't stand in my way here!"

The leading young man with the scarred face kicked away the black-faced man who was squatting next to the tea stand to enjoy the cool. Originally, the man did not block the path of the scarred face, but the scarred face was obviously caused by the hot weather. Just take out this black-faced guy.

"you!"

"I'm sitting on the side of the road, why am I blocking your way?"

The black-faced man was also young and energetic, his eyes widened, he stood up and pointed at him and asked.

The young man with a scarred face didn't expect that the mud-legged man in front of him would resist, and the anger in his heart surged up all of a sudden, he drew out his waist knife and gestured, "Damn it, you dare to blow up your hair with me?"

"Young hero, calm down! Young hero, calm down!"

The old shopkeeper quickly walked over from the iron pot, turning his left leg every time he took a step, as if he had some old illness, and eagerly took the hand of the scar-faced young man.

"Everyone regards peace as the most important thing. Young heroes don't need money for tea today. Come in and sit down. Don't be angry with this farmer!"

The old shopkeeper laughed along, pulled Scarface inside and sat down, and then quickly served a large pot of herbal tea.

When the black-faced man saw the long knife, he felt guilty and continued on the road with his burden, as if he was afraid of revenge from these people.

A young man with a pockmarked face walked past Xuanzang's table and took the plate of dim sum on his table without asking Xuanzang's opinion at all.

"Tell me, is there something wrong with our black water gang's rations? Da Xia even wore a black bunt and asked to wear a ragged turban. They really convinced them!" The scar-faced young man pulled his head off. He smashed the black turban on the table and said angrily.

The pockmarked young man put the snack on the table, still chewing on a piece, and said vaguely: "Brother Tiezi, there are many people here, and the elder Guan at the distribution station knows that there is no good fruit for us to eat!"

"I'll see who dares to gossip and let me know that I'll screw his head off and kick him!" The scar-faced young man slammed his waist knife on the table, making a loud noise, and caught the eyes of the people around him. They were all attracted.

The old shopkeeper quickly went up and delivered some side dishes, "Young man, eat some side dishes, hurry up and calm down!"

"This old shopkeeper still knows how to be a man, haha..." Scarface patted the old shopkeeper's shoulder forcefully, knocking him staggering and falling to the ground.

The four of them laughed for a while, and then started talking at the table, talking about things in the Jianghu.

Xuanzang listened silently, and only then did he realize that these four people had just joined the Black Water Gang, they were now low-level disciples, they hadn't even learned the basic skills, and today was the first time they came out to perform a mission.

　Ask for a recommendation ticket~
　　Ask for a monthly ticket~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)