"It's just a little trick, and you can't praise Xiaolangjun." Looking at Lu Zhe's sudden realization, the great monk also secretly praised his exquisite thoughts

It turned out that these servants and servants had all been seen by Lu Zhe on the road before! It was after meeting this monk. It was the time when the monks joined them, and everyone set off again after a short period of repair.

Lu Zhe remembered very clearly that soon after starting again, they encountered a fork in the road, and the monk naturally turned like that road, although Lu Zhe was a little concerned at that time, but he saw that there were a lot of pedestrians on that road, and this road was even wider than the previous official road, so he didn't pay attention to it.

A lie is told a thousand times, and it becomes the truth, and there is a general blind obedience effect among the crowd. The abbot of Sidao Temple took advantage of this very well, and when the monk, who had always claimed that he was going to Ruzhou, chatted with everyone and naturally walked towards another avenue, everyone subconsciously did not suspect it, like a flock of sheep following the head sheep, and was led to another fork in the road.

The reason for this is nothing more than empiricism that has harmed them. On one side is a dusty official road with no people, and on the other side is a wider, more flat road with busy pedestrians, and people subconsciously believe that the fork in the road is the real official road, and thus are led into the traps set by the bandits.

is worthy of being a thief in the mountain gate, robbing a person is still like this. Thinking about that wide road, those pedestrians turned out to be made by people from the Four Dao Sects, Rao is Lu Zhe is a soul from the next generation, and he is used to seeing a lot of strange things, and he is also amazed.

"Poor road, thief. There is no good intention. I don't know if Lang Junyi is like this, he is not poor and he is not supported. Today, there is no other person, but fortunately there is no doubt. Lang Jun is here in the poor road. ”

After finishing speaking, the great monk of Zhitong brushed his hand on the back of his head, and with a ding ding dong, a few golden pills fell to the ground, and everyone was shocked. It turned out that these projectiles had been sandwiched in the fat folds of the back of the monk's neck.

"The master's skill, even so far, can be called a divine skill." Sun Simiao stroked his white beard and praised with a smile.

Pei Qingnu hit the monk with a projectile, several people saw it, the projectile was so powerful that several people were secretly frightened, and they all saw that the projectile hit the monk, but the monk was unmoved, all the people present were martial arts practitioners, naturally quite curious, thinking that the monk's body was magical, and he dodged the projectile between square inches, but he didn't expect the monk to be hard-connected! also sandwiched the back of the neck meat, this skill, they all secretly sighed, it is better to be.

"This is a secret art in a certain sect, which needs to be learned from an early age, and I saw that Lang Jun's slingshot technique was amazing, so I played with Lang Jun." The monk said it very lightly.

"Traceless tart?" Pei Qingnu read softly beside him. It was still heard by the great monk with extremely pointed ears.

"This lady also knows her skills?"

"The concubine only knows that it is one of the ancient arts, and the person who has learned it has extremely tough skin all over the body, and he can't leave his marks when he whips it, so it is called a traceless tart."

"The lady is well-read and knowledgeable, but she is amazed by the poor road. This technique is the traceless tart, also known as non-muscle scratching, which is the secret transmission of my four sects, and it is also the first proud technique in the life of the old monk. The monk bowed his head slightly, quite proud.

Isn't this the iron pants of the bell hood - no, the iron shirt? This monk is a foreigner. Lu Zhe sighed as he watched the servant come up with a large steaming drawer.

The steaming drawer was opened, the white mist dissipated, and everyone shouted hello in unison.

Inside the huge cage was a whole cow, not an adult cow, of course, but a large calf, with the horns on its head not yet fully grown, and the meat was the most tender and firm at this time.

There are more than a dozen knives stuck in the cow's body, and a circle of cakes is placed around it (the cakes of the Tang Dynasty refer to pasta, and the steamed bread and noodles are called cakes, and the cakes are the so-called hybrid noodles and steamed bread in later generations), which makes people's appetite move.

"It's in the middle of nowhere, and it's the only way to treat guests, and I hope everyone is not surprised." The monk pointed to the steamed calf in the center of the hall, like a hospitable host.

"Medicine King, please—"

To be reasonable, this first knife should be the first move by the master, but this great monk of Zhitong actually let Sun Simiao be the first to move the knife, and his posture was already very low.

"The master is gracious, the old man is grateful, the difference between the host and the guest, dare not trespass, or the master comes." The sedan chairs lifted each other, and Sun Simiao's heart was also very numerous, so he naturally wouldn't move the first knife.

"If you are poor, you will be cheeky and do it." A smile appeared on the monk's face, and then he walked to the middle of the field, and with a gentle slash, a piece of meat on the back of the cow's neck was cut off, which was later called the upper brain, and it was the most tender part of the cow's body.

Immediately, the servant brought the knife to Sun Simiao, along with beef and bread.

Then, the monk stabbed again, and sent another piece of beef brain meat and cake to Lu Zhe. Lu Zhe smiled in return, thanking the master for his kindness, and the monk also smiled back.

Sure enough, it's all the people in the rivers and lakes, and it's really a big piece of meat and a lot of wine. Looking at the large piece of meat in front of him, Lu Zhe also nodded secretly at the monk's recklessness, Shi Nai'an Jin Yong Gulong is honest and does not deceive me.

This monk is really a thief, and he actually took beef to feast guests. Lu Zhe went to the grassland to eat hand-handled meat in his later life, and immediately cut a small piece of meat with a knife and dipped it in the salt dish next to him. In my heart, I once again had an understanding of the wealth of the Four Dao Sects.

You know, this is the Tang Dynasty, meat is extremely scarce, and it is strictly forbidden to eat beef in the Tang Dynasty, this monk not only took a whole tender calf to feast guests, but also the salt eaten is not bad, it can be seen how much wealth this group of thieves has accumulated over the years.

Lu Zhe sighed while watching the monk move the knife like flying, and soon, everyone had a piece of fatty beef, a knife, a cake, and a pot of light wine in front of everyone.

But there were still several knives on the cow, and most of the beef was left.

Murder and arson gold belt, looking at the beef left over from the monk's noodles, he didn't care much, just cut a small piece of meat, and went back to his seat, looking like I often eat, Lu Zhe secretly sighed again to rob the wealth of this industry.

Immediately, he actually saw the gold belt.

After the monk finished dividing the meat, he turned to everyone and said, "There are several righteous brothers in the poor road, and they want to make ambush." Before he finished speaking, several giant men dressed in purple, wearing huge belts and buckles that were full of red gold, appeared in the hall.

"Bai Lang Jun!" The voice of the great monk of Zhitong was like a bell, and Lu Zhe felt that the wooden table in front of him trembled slightly.

"Bai Lang Jun!" Several people hurriedly bowed and worshipped.

"If you meet Lang Jun in the forest today, if it weren't for Lang Jun's scruples about the friendship of the same family, you would be a powder." Zhitong shouted.

"It's a bit of a fluke, and I'm not in the forest today, so I'm terrified." One of the giants exhaled, still looking quite humble.

"No problem, no problem. I've seen you! Sun Simiao's status is so high, it is naturally difficult to talk much, and Lu Zhe took over the conversation very logically.

"I haven't thanked you yet!" The monk shouted.

"Xie Langjun!" Several big men bowed deeply again, and the sound shook the roof.

"Since you've seen all of you, why don't you get into the table quickly?" The monk changed his seriousness and said softly.

"No!" Several people saluted. They walked up to the steamed cows one by one, cut a large piece of meat each, and sat down at the bottom of the hall in turn.

In the dark night, in the ancient temple in the mountains, a not small banquet began.

During the banquet, the monk recovered the appearance of a hundred days, talking and laughing with everyone, the monk sometimes talked with Sun Simiao about some Taoism, sometimes talked about riding and shooting with Yu Wenyin, and sometimes made a very vulgar meat joke with Li Xiaoshan, and sometimes confided a few words of Buddhism.

Soon, the few people who had the poison of the ghost arrows in their bodies were sent here, and the poison on their bodies had been resolved, and they soon joined the ranks of the feast.

Seeing the monk doing this, Lu Zhe naturally went to the road, and said that he went to get some objects, and after everyone was less accompanied, Lu Zhe hurried away and took back a jar of spirits and a medicine bottle.

This scatter and the liquor are subdued, and its poison will be resolved after a day. Lu Zhe said to everyone with a smile.

Soon, all the monks who had been struck by the incense drank the potion mixed with the spirits, and they all shouted that their eyes were not very painful.

Seeing that the monks had improved, Lu Zhe said so, and the monk also smiled with satisfaction. Immediately, the wine Lu Zhe took out surprised everyone.

"I came in a hurry, and I didn't bring much. I hope that you will forgive your sins. Lu Zhe made a reunion and expressed his apologies and sincerity. Then, after pouring a small cup in front of him, he drank it all!

"Good!" Smelling the rich aroma of wine, seeing that Lu Zhe was so arrogant, all the thieves applauded loudly, and their eyes stared at the wine jar in Lu Zhe's hand.

Seeing that Lu Zhe drank it without changing his face, the thieves present applauded, but also relieved, it seems that this Xiao Langjun did not poison the wine.

Lu Zhe called over the servant and instructed him to pour wine for everyone. Originally, there was only half a jar of wine left, and after everyone had a point, there was not much, Yuwenyin and the others had drunk it well, but where had these robbers ever drunk such a mellow spirit, after drinking it, their eyes lit up, but they hooked up the alcohol addiction, and they shouted that it was a peerless wine, including the great monk Zhitong, who looked at Lu Zhe with straight eyes.

Seeing that everyone was so gracious, Lu Zhe turned around again, came with two jars of wine, and looked at the people in the hall with green eyes. Lu Zhe rolled his eyes and made a suggestion, why don't everyone come and play drumming to urge the bar. It's similar to beating drums to urge flowers, since there are few people with wine, it is better to pass the wine jar, and everyone passes the wine jar to each other to pour wine, but if the drum stops, who is in the wine jar, drink a cup first, and then sing or dance, or meat jokes, or compose poems, and perform a show.

As soon as this proposal came out, everyone clapped their hands and laughed and nodded yes.

Soon, the drums were delivered, and Lu Zhe ordered Pei Qingnu to go and beat the drums. Pei Qingnu left as he was told. As soon as the drum sounded, Lu Zhe poured it unhurriedly, and then handed the wine jar to Yun Wenyin beside him. Soon, the wine jar stopped in the hands of the great monk Zhitong, and the great monk of Zhitong laughed, first drank a full lamp, and then sang a song.

The game continued, and the great monk of Zhitong poured himself another glass, like the purple-clothed giant next to him......

"Hahaha...... It's a certain family again. The great monk of Zhitong laughed, drank a full cup again, and ran to the field to punch a box, and everyone praised him.

These thieves are not stupid, the biggest point of this game is when the drum stops, because although the show is to be performed, you can drink more, so all the thieves are holding back their energy to delay time, wanting to keep the wine jar in their own hands, ignoring the mood of the people next to them who want to snatch it from their hands.

Just like the drumming and flower leaders of the annual meeting in later generations are always recruited, the great monk Zhitong is also the person who performs the most, although this is extremely deliberate, but everyone knows it, and they don't break it, and they all think that this Xiao Langjun is really a wonderful person.

Soon, after the group of thieves drank two rounds, the wine ran out again, and everyone tried to pass the light wine in the temple, but found it even more difficult to swallow, and they all showed begging eyes to Lu Zhe.

Soon, Lu Zhe seemed to be unable to stand everyone's eyes, stood up very embarrassed, hugged back the three altars of wine, and claimed that this was the last three altars, I don't believe you to turn it over!

Everyone laughed, and they all joked about this interesting little Langjun, the young man was a little reluctant and couldn't pull down his eyes, in front of this group of thieves, it looked like a young man's heart, it was very cute.

"Xiao Langjun should not be reluctant to give up that fine wine, how much wine you have drunk, and a certain amount of money will be lost to you!" The monk was also drunk, slapped his hand, and then the servant brought a wooden box. When opened, it is glittering with gold.

"This money can be worth Xiaolangjun's wine?" The monk stroked his palms and smiled.

"This-" Lu Zhe looked shocked, and this appearance once again caused the bandits to laugh.

"There is still an altar left, so I'll go get it!" After finishing speaking, Lu Zhe said embarrassedly, and then ran out with a bang.

"This young man is cunning." Looking at Lu Zhe's appearance, everyone sighed.

After Lu Zhe brought the last jar of wine again, this strange and joyful night banquet had reached a climax.

In the happy crowd, only Yu Wenyin's face was solemn, and Pei Qingnu, who was beating the drum, also had a strange look under the veil.