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"Childe, what do you want?"

Seeing that Zhu Song seemed to be stunned, he guided Zhu Song to the second floor of the little er, and aimed at Zhu Youyi.

Zhu Youyi is still confused. forced, he hadn't even used breakfast yet, so Zhu Youyi sat down on the tea seat, patted the table, and said: "Good tea, good water, and some more pastries and melons and fruits, as many as you want, by the way, don't forget to serve two more pots of wine!" ”

Wine?

This special meow is a teahouse, not a restaurant, but there is no wine!

Xiao Er was about to cry, so he could only say: "This son, we don't have any wine, can I give you two more pots of good tea?" ”

"What kind of teahouse do you open without wine!" Zhu Youjiao muttered twice, and slapped the table a little impatiently.

Syllable!

Zhu Song patted Zhu Youjiao's head and scolded: "Why do you have so many problems? It's a teahouse, where will you prepare wine! Besides, you're only thirteen years old this year, and you're drinking a piece of? Man, listen to him, serve more melons, fruits, pastries, and a few pots of good tea. ”

"Okay, please wait!"

Xiao Er turned his head and ran downstairs, he didn't dare to stay here anymore, lest the little boy say again: "Wine", it is estimated that he will cry to death.

"Lord Wang, the third brother, they have already entered." Han Qingshan replaced Zhu Song, standing at the window and looking at the Baosha Temple opposite.

"Hmm!" Zhu Song nodded and said, "Qingshan, you can sit down too!" ”

At this time, Xiao Er had already served tea, and a dozen or so soldiers all sat down, holding the tea cup and drinking the tea.

……

The whole Baosha Temple, today seems to be particularly lively, the temple is full of some good men and women who come to tell fortunes.

There is no way, Baosha Temple can not be compared with Famen Temple, Famen Temple is known as the holy land of Buddhism, not only covers a wide area, there are many great monks in it, and all of them are profound.

Therefore, those who come to Famen Temple are pilgrims, they are going to the great monks in Famen Temple, and more pilgrims donate money, donations, and use as sesame oil money.

As for the Baosha Temple, because the mainstream business, that is, those pilgrims, were robbed by the Famen Temple, they could only open up other businesses and go on the way to fortune-telling.

A group of people who came to tell fortunes lined up in the Baosha Temple, and a few little monks wearing monk robes who looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old were measuring the characters and reading palmistry for the people with a serious face.

In addition, in the innermost part of this treasure temple temple, there is a unique courtyard.

Although this courtyard is in the most prosperous town, the pattern is very different, like a hidden fairy house, there is incense in the small courtyard rising in the air, only to see that the courtyard is placed in the middle of the furnace, and the incense is rising.

In this small courtyard, there are several small novices performing their duties, some are lighting incense, some are making tea, and occasionally a monk who is outside to tell fortunes and look at the faces of the guests will run in from the outer garden and ask a middle-aged monk with a long beard sitting on a futon in the house.

Bang dang!

Just when the monks of all sizes in a courtyard were enjoying this kind of tranquility and busyness, the gate suddenly opened at this moment, and four or five bee-waisted ape-backed men who looked extremely strong broke in.

The first young man in an official robe with a scar on his face is not Huang San or who? Behind him were four soldiers in soft armor.

As soon as the five of them appeared in the courtyard, two little novices ran over and stopped Huang San and them, and said, "You, who are you?" This is the forbidden place of our treasure temple temple, donor, you can't come in! ”

Squeak!

Closing the gate of this courtyard with his hand, Huang Sanyi waved his hand and pulled aside the little novice who was blocking at the front, and said, "Get out of the way!" This general was ordered by the prince of my family to pay homage to the master. ”

The little novice said, "Which prince?" ”

Huang San said: "King Han is a thousand years old." ”

Han Wang Chitose!

Look at the treasure temple is small, but the monks in this temple are all human spirits, and they are the best at observing words and feelings.

As soon as he heard Huang Sanbao's honorific name, this little novice didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly ran in to say goodbye, while getting out of the way and inviting Huang San and them in.

Huang Sanyi waved his hand and led four of his subordinates to follow Xiao Shami into the meditation room in the middle.

As soon as I entered, I saw a monk with a solemn appearance, sitting on the futon, and the old monk was in meditation.

"Dare to ask who the donor is, which donor ordered him to go to the small temple?" The old monk didn't raise his eyes, so he asked in a kind voice.

Huang San didn't answer the old monk's words, but asked rhetorically: "You are the host of this treasure temple temple, the great monk Yuankun?" ”

The old monk finally opened his eyes, but he still half-squinted, and said with emotion: "Amitabha, I didn't expect that the poor monk had lived in seclusion for many years, and there was still a benefactor who remembered the poor monk's cheap name!" Yuanjue, prepare a futon for this benefactor! ”

The old monk's voice was full of vicissitudes, if he didn't know the true face of the old monk Yuankun, I am afraid that he would really believe that this old monk was a master of Buddhism.

Hearing Yuan Kun's words, Huang San suddenly laughed.

It's just that what surprised Yuan Kun was that Huang San's smile looked a little hideous in it?

Just when he wanted to say something, Huang San said: "Since you didn't find the wrong person, that's right!" ”

Yuan Kun's cheeks twitched slightly, his eyes finally opened completely, and said, "This donor, I don't know ......"

Old monk Yuankun was only halfway through his words when he stopped.

There's no way to stop it!

Huang San waved his hand, and the four young men who were five big and three thick immediately grabbed the little novices and threw them into the corner, and then Huang San stepped forward and grabbed the old monk from the futon.

"Donor, donor...... You have to do something, put down the poor monks! Yuan Kun was almost frightened to death by Huang San, and shouted in a panic.

"Come on, come on, gag his mouth for me first!" Huang San greeted his subordinates.

Immediately, a soldier pulled out a roll of dirty rags from his sleeve, and the regiment was directly blocked on Yuan Kun's mouth.

"Alas, alas, you are persecuting, the poor monk is going to sue the official, the poor monk is going to sue the official!" Yuan Kun was almost stunned by this stinking rag, how could he see how this rag looked like a footcloth.

"Lao Tzu is an official, and he will report to your sister's official!" Huang San patted the old monk Yuankun's cheek fiercely, and then rolled up his sleeves, "Pick up his monk's robe for me!" ”

"Ahh

The two soldiers driving Yuan Kun were a little stunned, what is the third brother going to do? Could it be that the third brother suffers from the habit of broken sleeves, a good manhood?

Thinking of this, the four soldiers in the room shivered violently. (To be continued.) )