My sister said that the spittle was flying and her speech was slurred, but the meaning was probably very clear.

The crowd looked at the steamed buns with their own eyes. After steaming for half a day, there is no change. They all said, "This must be a magic trick! Does anyone know about this industry? Do you know how this works?"

"If I knew, I'd still be standing here? ”

"Old man, you're not right, could it be that both skills are great? People don't give you steamed buns, so you're just not friendly. ”

People in other places may be afraid of monks, but people in White City are not. Twelve years of development have long formed a new chain of contempt.

Jiangnan looks down on the Central Plains, the Central Plains looks down on the North, the North looks down on the Southwest, the Southwest looks down on the Northwest, the Tao looks down on the sects, and the sects don't look down on anything.

Despise the world of Qianzhou, despise Qianzhou of Baicheng... It's basically logic.

Therefore, everyone is really not afraid. With all kinds of excitement, the scene became more lively. The old man was not embarrassed either. He laughed and said, "Be sensible." If she speaks with white teeth, are you sure I did it? Where's the evidence?"

"Didn't you say?"

"I scolded her for not giving steamed buns, how can I know any spells, you look at me ......"

He spread his arms, and when everyone looked at him, he was in rags. With a dusty face and mud in his nails, the beggars wronged him.

Of course they are right, there is no evidence!

When the old lady saw the spotlight turning, she became even more anxious. "Don't listen to his nonsense. I had just made a basket of steamed buns, but when he arrived, he just couldn't steam them. If he hadn't done it, who else would it be?"

She just sat on the ground, patted her thighs, and cried, "Oh, you're judging me. The old lady who bullied me. Is it easy for me to sell steamed buns......"

Everyone was unhappy, annoyed, and felt poor, but no one offered to report to Phoenix Mountain.

According to the precepts, monks are not allowed to use magic to accumulate wealth, harm others, or insult others. But even if the old man did it, what did he do wrong? A few baskets of steamed buns were just a prank. If the police call the police in the ordinary world, they will not file a case.

Wen Gu looked from the outside, but it was another thought.

When we read the ancient book "Unofficial History", we often see stories like this: when a man walks in the countryside and sees a farmer plowing, he will come forward and beg for food. If the farmer doesn't give it to him, he will pinch the grass into a snake and throw it into the rice field.

The peasants were terrified. They trampled on their seedlings and smashed them. As a result, they found that the snake had only a few straw stalks. According to this man, this is called the minor punishment and the great precepts. It admonishes people to have a heart for doing good.

Obviously, the revenge was despicable and deliberate, and the peasants lived on those few acres of land because some food would damage other people's crops ...

There are many such stories recorded in the books, most of which are descendants of the folk legal school.

This is based on behavior: these people differ from the Orthodox Christianity in that they have a side gate and a road on the left. The sword goes ahead and does not pay attention to the cultivation of the mind. Arrogance and arrogance inevitably breed.

However, they are well aware that they are no more orthodox than P.S. Christianity, so they feel inferior and arrogant. Their attitude towards ordinary people is especially extreme and moody.

Just like this little old man, he must have cast a spell, and his mind is playing a revenge trick.

He looked at the woman sitting on the ground sucking the dirt, struggling and howling, showing disdain, shaking his head, wanting to leave. At this moment, a sentence emerged from the crowd: "It's shameless to bully a woman at such an age!"

The commotion stopped, Qi Qi looked, but a younger sister came out.

He wears a trimmed blue coat with red, green, blue, white, and black patterns embroidered on the cuffs, and a long skirt underneath. The facial features can only be said to be not ugly, with the original taste of the mountain, and the most striking thing is that she holds a white copper hookah on her left arm.

She spoke with an accent and a strong temperament, and said directly: "Don't worry, this sister, I will help you break the law." ”

Before anyone could respond, my sister looked around, picked up a pair of rusty scissors and placed them on the box, and poof!

"Well, the steamed buns are about to be ready!"

My sister finished her work and was about to leave facing the crowd.

But the old man quit, his face became gloomy, and he shouted: "Where did the younger generation come from, do you understand the rules?"

"Hmm, what rules?"

"It's between me and her. I can only break the law. What do you do with your legs?"

“......“

The younger sister paused, becoming more and more surprised. "What's wrong with you?" she said. You're obviously bullying a woman for two steamed buns, but aren't you ashamed to say the rules here?"

She despised him so much that she turned away again.

"Stop!"

The old man's face turned red, and he couldn't get down the steps.

He's the kind of person mentioned above: I laugh at you for being human, but I respect you. You know you're wrong and respectfully ask me to break the law and know my skills. It's a whole set of procedures.

"Let you go today, isn't it when I didn't send someone?"

"What do you want?"

"Simple! You can't fight privately under the feet of a real person, but do you dare to have a little competition?"

My sister's newborn calf lifted her chin and said, "How dare you compare?"

"Well said!"

The old man smiled, revealing a hint of sinisterness.

The onlookers were even more elated, and they dodged out of the way. The older sister who sold steamed buns stopped crying and waited for excitement.

"Do you dare to give me your hookah?"

"This ......"

The younger sister hesitated for a moment, and felt that she couldn't let go of her share, so she handed it over. The other party picked up the hookah, his lips moved slightly, and seemed to say a few words, and then returned the hookah and said, "Can you break this method?"

Well?

The sister carefully swept over the hookah, which was about half a meter tall and made of white copper, with several bugs carved into it. The pipe, straw, case, needle, and handle are all cast in one piece, making it look quaint and sophisticated.

She looked at it for a while, her eyes changed, and she scolded very angrily: "Old bitch!"

"Hehe, if you don't commit adultery, we'll talk about it later. I ask you, will you break the law?" said the old man.

The younger sister comes from the Yao religion of the Zhuang people and learns the wolf root method.

There is a kind of witchcraft called "stuffiness". A "boring" girl will be attacked by **, and her emotions will soar for men to chase (Nong).

The old man adopted this Taoist method, which is similar to "stuffy" and not small in power. He didn't have complete confidence in getting rid of it.

“......“

She pursed her lips, but didn't want to bow her head and throw in the towel. Her heart sank, and she said, "Sister, borrow a bowl of water to drink." ”

"Oh, oh, yes!"

The sister who sells steamed buns is no longer picking this time. Liu's mother brought a bowl of water or tea.

My sister swallowed a little saliva, grabbed the slender straw, and slowly spit it into the bucket first, then tried to inhale, and the bucket made "grunt" and "grunt" sounds.

After that, she put on the tobacco and took another puff.

The smoke passes through the water, removing internal heat and impurities for a refreshing sweetness. This sweet and refreshing flavor is mixed with a strangely sweet and greasy taste.

My sister took a bite of the straw and tried to resist the sweetness, but her strength was not high, and it was really hard.

The others looked at her, only to see that her face had turned red, her eyes were full of spring, and her fingers were trembling slightly. Lenovo is just an "old prostitute" or something, oh, everyone gets it.

Aphrodisiac!

Wow, no one dissuaded them, they all watched with interest, and even looked forward to some exciting scenes.

"Gollum!"

"Gollum!"

Her voice became weaker and weaker, her sister became more and more unstable, and her breathing became disordered. At this time, the water in the bucket seemed to be about to flow out, and the sweetness disappeared.

My sister didn't know why, but she didn't dare to delay and continued to inhale.

At that time, the crowd was quiet, the atmosphere was strange, and it was full of strange beauty. The sound of "grunt" is long and long, the rhythm is clear, the flavor is endless, and it sounds pleasant.

After a while, my sister finished a pack of cigarettes and exhaled.

“......“

The old man was already dumbfounded, and whispered, "This is impossible. No, why are you okay?"

"Nothing is impossible, you lose!"

"What do you want?"

"Admit to bullying. My sister learned his tone.

"You!"

The old man's face turned red and white, but he was also a man with practical experience. Before he couldn't afford to fail in front of a group of ordinary people, he said, "Well, today I believe that steamed buns are my skill!"

Buzzing.

Everyone guessed a long time ago, but after hearing his own admission, it was still a mess.

My sister suddenly felt a little scared. The gang is moody and unpredictable. In case they commit suicide, it will be too late for Phoenix Mountain to seek justice.

She immediately waved her hand repeatedly, "It's okay." Never mind. I'm also stingy. Just a few steamed buns. Eat whatever you want. ”

"Humph!"

The old man didn't really eat the steamed buns, staring at his sister and leaving his sleeves behind him.

My sister pouted and stepped forward and said, "Sister, you ......"

"Oh, thank you today, I'm sorry!

My sister opened the lid, and sure enough, there were only big white and fat steamed buns in the steamer. She didn't even lift her eyes. She came out and went in. She's busy.

“......“

When my sister came down from the mountain, she saw the world for the first time, but she didn't understand the complexity of her heart. She only felt a little angry and a little frustrated, but she didn't understand why, so she quietly left the store.

The shopping street is as prosperous as ever. The incident just now seems to be a meaningless event, and no one will take it to heart.

Just as she was leaving, suddenly a voice sounded, clearly reaching his ears, and then looked at the others, having stopped wondering.

"Today, a stall has been set up in Shacun, and if the monks have any hatred and disputes, both parties are willing to go on stage to fight. We can't compete privately, we can't harass ordinary people, and we can't hurt or kill people on stage. We hope you all know when we arrive. ”

As the words fell, they heard the thunderous sky shaking.

At the edge of the town, near a clearing in the middle of the mountain forest, the ground suddenly heaved and slowly rose to pile up a huge platform of earth and rock.

Then, from another place, a large stone ten feet high and five feet wide struck the earth with a large inscription: Roll!