Confused country poison concubine

Chapter 143 Picking up a monk (2)
This is an out-and-out poisonous wine.

But when the glass of wine was about a third full, he suddenly flipped his wrist, raised his hand and drank the wine in one gulp, and then shattered the glass in his hand with a 'bang' on the table.

He looked at Qiu Yebai with ridicule in his eyes: "Are you satisfied?"

Qiu Yebai looked at him with an extremely complicated expression, and was silent for a long time, resting the catkin on the back of his hand, sighed: "You know..."

Zhou Yu looked at her deeply, only feeling that the white hand covering the back of his hand was inexplicably cold and hot. He lowered his eyes and asked hoarsely, "Know what?"

Qiu Yebai sighed again, and said softly: "Of course I know that breaking other people's teacups and chopsticks will cost you money. My salary is not high, so you make it difficult for me."

Zhou Yu: "..."

He was suddenly filled with the urge to smash all the cups and teacups in the restaurant, and make the guy in front of him lose his underwear!

Zhou Yu was rubbing his forehead hard to soothe the veins popping out on his forehead, so as not to scare passers-by, while Qiu Yebai was thinking about how to pack the chicken, duck and fish when he suddenly heard a voice coming from not far away. scolding.

"Smelly monk, are you impatient to live, dare to come to Lao Tzu's place to eat Bawang's meal!" Xiaoer's sharp curse with a local accent quickly attracted the attention of people on this floor who were having supper.

Although the decoration of this restaurant is very ordinary, and the taste of the food and drinks is also ordinary, but the price is quite reasonable, and it occupies a large area. Many boatmen and merchants like to use it when they dock at night or when loading and unloading goods. a little food.

So at this moment, there are still many people eating here, and when they heard the noise at the other end, they immediately looked over.

In a corner not far away, two mistresses and a man who looked like a shopkeeper glared at the slender figure sitting in the corner with his back to the crowd. The man was wearing a white monk robe and a hood. People couldn't see his appearance clearly, but Qiu Yebai's eyesight was excellent, and he caught a glimpse of his monk's robe, which was made of excellent Liuyun brocade, but the hem seemed a little dirty and worn out.

"I don't think you are a monk at all, and you are not a Shaolin monk, but a big liar who cheats on food and drink!" Xiao Er angrily cursed at the monk.

The monk sat silently, but he didn't seem to hear it. The shopkeeper next to him snorted politely: "Master, when you visited this place last time, you helped the little girl to make a fortune. Although we didn't give the fortune Jin, but you have been exempted from meals for your group. This time you have been eating and drinking with me for four or five days, which is enough for me. It's too much to lie to us!"

The monk sat without moving at first, and after a while he took out a rather delicately carved wooden sign from his sleeve and put it on the table, and said only two words: "Here."

The shopkeeper's expression became even colder in an instant: "Monk, don't think that we are being polite to you, just push your nose and face like this, what kind of crap are you, you lied to someone once, and you are stupid to pretend to be someone else again!"

The waiter glanced at the wooden sign, threw the wooden sign on the ground, and scolded: "When you came to have breakfast this morning, you used this broken thing to fool people. The boss took it to the pawnshop, and the pawnshop People say that this is an ordinary pine wood sign, and it costs two cents a piece on the side of the road. At noon, you came to fool us with this sign again. The boss let you eat it for the sake of an old acquaintance, and warned you not to pay for the meal again. You're welcome, you forgot how you promised the boss before coming to dinner tonight!"

The monk didn't speak, and took out a wooden sign from his sleeve and put it on the table, and continued: "Here."

He paused, and then added: "Food money, poor monk's."

boss:"……"

Xiao Er: "..."

Everyone: "..."

Qiu Yebai couldn't help raising her eyebrows, did this monk just get lost in chanting sutras?

Not only she thought so, most of the people present thought so, but it was obvious that Xiaoer and the shopkeeper didn't think so.

Xiaoer's face turned red in an instant, furious, and rudely pushed the monk hard: "Mom, you idiot, do you think I have no temper!"

Both the waiter and the shopkeeper here used to be boat runners. They were three big and five thick, and they had great strength. When they started doing things like this, the monk was pushed to the corner all at once.

As soon as he fell to the corner of the wall, the hood on his head fell off in an instant, revealing a silver light on his head, which instantly attracted everyone's attention.

The monk was not shaved, and his soft waist-length silver hair was simply tied up with a black silk rope. The silver color was not the lifeless silver light that ordinary old people looked like, but a pool of soft silver water, or something like that. A piece of silver satin, so soft that people want to reach out and touch it.

But what made everyone unable to take their eyes off was his face under the silver hair. The almost transparent whiteness on the skin made one almost feel that the person in front of him seemed to be formed from ice crystals on the snow-capped Tianshan Mountains. Suet white jade is incomparable.

A little bit of glaze condenses the soul of snow, and half of the skin shatters the soul of jade.

Although the overly long bangs almost covered half of his face, the tip of the nose, the lines of the lips and chin alone were as graceful as if carved by the best jade craftsman with a lifetime of hard work.

He slowly sat up straight, quietly raised his head and glanced at the people around him, revealing a pair of mercury-gray pupils with similar hair color, but that indifferent glance made everyone feel calm in their hearts for an instant.

If I hear it like this, the form is empty, and the three thousand beautiful colors are all lies. If I hear it like this, all things are impermanent.

Qiu Yebai, who is so used to beauties, was almost stunned for an instant. He just sat there, looking at everyone quietly with his silver eyes, but everyone felt that he was looking at him gently for no reason. , in his empty and peaceful silver eyes, one can suddenly see thousands of images in the world of mortals; hear the lingering Sanskrit sounds; smell the faint fragrance of Buddha.

It almost gives people the illusion that as long as they put their hands together and take refuge under his monk's robe, kneel down and kiss his clothes devoutly, they can overcome the pain of love, hate and parting in this life.

Qiu Yebai has only seen two such extraordinary looks, one is Bailichu and the other is Meisu, but the difference between them is that this monk in white only reminds her of two words - not eating the world Pyrotechnic and holy.

The holy monk, who does not eat fireworks in the world, looked at everyone with compassion, and then softly uttered a sentence: "Here are two catties of stir-fried pig intestines."

Stir-fried pig intestines...stir-fried pig intestines...stir-fried pig intestines...

The melodious Buddha's voice floated in the quiet air, as if it would continue to echo.

All believers: "..."

(End of this chapter)