The business in the inn is very good, the shopkeeper is busy sweating, the guests here have just finished ordering roast chicken, and the guests over there want egg noodles, and all kinds of voices have filled the entire Jixiang Inn.

What the shopkeeper likes most is the shouting of the customers, and he knows that only when there are more customers, his monthly salary will increase.

When there are more customers, there will be customers who are very generous. Those customers plucked a single hair, which was enough for the shopkeeper's salary for a year. It's just such a guest, and the shopkeeper has only met one until now. That person was none other than Li Chengcheng, the owner of the medicinal herb store opposite the Jixiang Inn. That time, it was Li Chengyun who dropped one of his letters to the ground, and the shopkeeper picked up the letter and chased it for thirty steps before handing it over to Li Chengyun. After Li Chengcheng received the letter, he rewarded the shopkeeper with two hundred taels of silver.

The shopkeeper took the silver and bit it in his mouth, and the beautiful face smiled.

Good fortune in this world is not always easy to touch, even if you stare at the floor every day, no one will drop anything. There are many times when some broken silver dropped by guests, or jade pendants or something, which are not valuable things, and several times, the shopkeeper caught up with those people, and when he wanted to return the things, those people were very impatient, which made the shopkeeper very depressed.

The shopkeeper kept looking at the floor under the feet of the guests while serving the food today, and he always had a fluke mentality, hoping to pick up another valuable thing.

The sage said that if a person has more good luck, he will be unlucky.

The shopkeeper didn't seem to have had much luck today, as he accidentally stepped on the foot of one of the two monks in the corner to the south while serving food.

The monk glared angrily at the big lantern-like eyes, looked at the shopkeeper and said, "You stepped on Grandpa's foot, what do you say?" ”

The shopkeeper took a step back and lowered his head. Said: "I'm sorry, guest officer, I'm sorry, the small one didn't mean it." The small one is rubbed for you. ”

The monk had incense scars on his head and a beard on his cheeks, and he was tall and mighty. With a fierce look on his face, he was even more frightening when he was angry.

The shopkeeper just squatted down, wiped his sleeve on the monk's feet a few times, stood up, and said, "Guest officer, your shoes are polished." ”

The monk stood up and lifted his feet to the table, looked at it, and said, "This is not clean. ”

The shopkeeper looked at the monk's shoes strangely and said, "If the guest officer thinks it's not clean, wipe the small one." ”

The monk said angrily, "Wait. You've wiped it with your sleeve just now, but as you can see, it's not clean. ”

The shopkeeper was embarrassed and said: "Then according to the meaning of the guest officer, what should the small one do to satisfy the guest officer?" ”

The shopkeeper saw that there was a monk sitting opposite the monk. The monk had a ball of flesh on the top of his head, red like a fire, and it looked very disgusting. If you were a chef, you would have chopped it off with a knife when you saw that meat ball.

The monk seemed to be mild. He never said a word, nor did he look at the shopkeeper.

But the monk was just as tall. Looking at the horizontal meat on his face, the shopkeeper was so frightened that he didn't even dare to pant loudly.

The monk who put his feet on the table glared at the shopkeeper and said, "Lick it with your mouth, why can't you think of such a good method?" ”

The shopkeeper looked at the shoe, and his stomach felt as uncomfortable as if he was turning over the river, let alone licking it. Just smell it, I'm afraid that I will vomit all the yellow soup in my stomach.

The shopkeeper said helplessly: "Guest officer, no, master, the little one stepped on your foot." It's not right, the small one is always okay to buy you a new pair of shoes, right? ”

The monk shook his head cruelly and said, "No. This shoe of this master has been following this master for three years and eight months, he listens to this master chanting every day, and he already has a spirituality. Can you afford it? Hurry up, lick! If it drags on for a long time, it will be difficult to lick it clean. ”

The shopkeeper's tears were about to flow out, and he said, "Guest officer, you... You deceive people too much! ”

The monk with a beard on his face glared at the shopkeeper and said: "Buddhism is a pure place, this master's body is all pure, you step on this master's shoes with your feet, that is, you stain the shoes of this master, that is, you stain the purity of Buddhism, you are against Buddhism, this master just let you lick this shoe with your mouth, this is cheap for you." If you don't do it again, Master Ben will take you back to Mochizuki-ji Temple on Mt. Mochizuki and let the Buddha punish you. ”

The shopkeeper was so frightened that he was sweating profusely, and as soon as his head was lowered, a sword appeared on his neck.

The sword was not unsheathed, but the scabbard was on the neck of the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper glanced back at the man with the sword, and saw that the man with the sword was a son, and he was wearing a white dress, which was as white as snow. His face was handsome, and his face was cold.

The shopkeeper didn't understand what the boy was going to do, and said, "Childe, why is this?" Is there anything about the little one that offends you? ”

The boy said coldly: "The poor and the lowly can't be moved, the mighty can't be bent, the head can be broken and the blood can be shed, but the man's backbone can't be lost." This kind of thing is what dogs should do, and if you're a dog, you lick it. ”

There are more people around. Just now, many customers thought that the shopkeeper only had to wipe the monk's shoes, and the matter would pass, but what they didn't expect was that things were getting more and more complicated. The monk who was a monk was unforgiving, and he did too much, and many people dared to be angry but did not dare to speak.

When the man with the sword stepped forward, many people were bold enough to gather behind him.

The monk with the beard on his face glanced at the boy with the long sword in his hand, and said, "This master does not talk to unknown people. ”

The boy removed the scabbard from the shopkeeper's neck and told the shopkeeper to step aside, and he confronted the monk head-on.

The boy with a long sword said: "Li Wuxiao is on Taiping Road, Taiping County. I wonder which temple you are a monk in? He dared to spread wild here and defile the holy land of Buddhism. ”

"Hahaha..."The monk with the beard on the side of his face laughed and said, "Little doll, this master sees that your teeth have not grown, maybe you are still breastfeeding, you are so rude to this master, it is a hundred times more hateful than the second shopkeeper stepping on this master's foot." If it is a punishment for Master Ben to let the shopkeeper lick the shoes off his feet, then you have to lick every piece of clothing on Master Ben's body. You have to do it today, and you have to do it if you don't do it. ”

(To be continued.) )