Fahai walked behind with a burden, the abbot walked in front, on the bluestone street at night, some of the shops along the street have closed, and some are still brightly lit, the abbot took a step, and rotated the rattle in his hand, he didn't go fast, but the rattle was spinning fast, it seemed that the master liked the low-level fun of this tune, and he could faintly hear what the abbot was talking about.

"This, no sound, can't go in!"

"This one doesn't make a sound, and you can't go in. ”

“......”

Fahai finally couldn't help it, and read, "Master, what you bought is a rattle that can't sound, so it's strange that it can sound." ”

The abbot glanced at Fahai, "Come, you come and shake the rattle." ”

Fahai pushed, "I'll forget it, to be honest, a Buddha like me with high wisdom, even when I was three years old, I didn't play this, I played suona, a combination of percussion instruments, if I didn't become a monk, I believe I could become a generation of percussion rock storytellers, and it would be no problem to start a storyteller or something......."

"So much nonsense!"

The abbot took the burden and kicked Fahai on the buttocks, "Go, take the rattle, shake it door by door, and if the rattle sounds, push the door in." ”

Fahai shook the rattle in his hand and walked in front helplessly, walking while shaking as he wanted.

Walking through a street corner, in front of a three-story inn with a half-hidden door, Fahai shook his hand casually, and at this moment, something happened that made Fahai stunned, only to see the drum surface of the rattle shook slightly, and the crisp sound resounded.

At this sound, the abbot read behind his back, "This is it, you can finally rest!

Fahai looked at the inn with a broken signboard, the plaque on it should be four words, but the first word is gone, and now there are only three words left, "Spring Inn!"

Spring Inn, a little interesting.

Fahai and the master stepped into the inn, squeaking, the wooden door was pushed open, the soft candlelight shone on the cheeks, a very ordinary wine hall, there were seven or eight tables in the entrance of the hall, more than thirty benches, the inn was empty at the moment, there was not a single guest, only three feet high, the girl in tattered clothes wiped the dust on the table with a rag.

The sound of the door caused the girl to look back, and this time, Fahai and the right person were right.

She looks very mediocre, and even said that she is ugly, with small eyes, broom eyebrows, dry skin, and a mouth covered with buckteeth, which makes Fahai very uncomfortable.

And the girl looked at Fahai, and a few drops of saliva flowed from the corners of her mouth, "What a beautiful little monk." ”

Fahai subconsciously raised his eyebrows in disgust, I'll go, every female donor is hungry for my body when she sees me, the last Lingmeng fairy monkey is in a hurry, this one drools when he sees me directly, I damn it, am I so tempting in your eyes?

You treat me as a Tang monk, and seeing me one by one is the same as never seeing a man, endless!

Fahai realized Pan An's suffering at this moment, and was also convinced of the ending of Pan An being seen dead by a woman.

The abbot clasped his hands together and smiled, "Amitabha, the female benefactor, the poor monk is polite." ”

The girl looked at the abbot, her little eyes leaked out of fear, and she quickly shouted inside, "Eniang!

Not long after, on the wooden ladder on the second floor, an ethereal female voice full of fairy spirit suddenly fell, "The visitor is a guest, master, I have worked hard all the way." ”

Fahai listened to this female voice, and for a while his body and mind were like drinking a bottle of Sprite, and he shook his wit, cool! This female voice, ethereal and pleasant, can be called the beauty of three days of continuous winding, is this a fairy?

Fahai followed the wooden ladder and looked, only to see that the fairy was wearing a white light veil, with bare jade feet, and a bunch of golden bells tied to the white jade ankles.

What a soul-snatching beauty!

"Amitabha!"

A Buddha horn woke up the obsessed Fahai, Fahai hurriedly put away his thoughts, at this moment Fahai suddenly felt that his nose was a little sticky, Fahai hurriedly wiped his nosebleed with his cuffs.

The abbot clasped his hands together and said to the innkeeper who was as beautiful as a fairy, "Amitabha, the poor monk has come from afar, begging the donor to give me a few bowls of water and food, spend the night overnight, and leave tomorrow morning, I will never bring the slightest trouble to the donor, and ask the donor to fulfill it." ”

The white gauze fairy looked at the abbot from a distance and smiled, "Master, I only have wine here, but no water. ”

The abbot said, "The poor monk only needs a few bowls of water." ”

The fairy-like shopkeeper in the white dress took a few steps closer, she looked at Fahai and smiled, "Little master, your master doesn't drink, don't you drink either?" Let me tell you, my wine is the best in the world, if you miss it, you really won't have a chance to drink it." ”

Fahai looked at the fairy Yingying Yurong, and finally couldn't hold back, "I'm drinking!"

Behind the fairy, the ugly girl came over, "Finally someone is drinking!"

As soon as the ugly girl appeared, Fahai's mind subconsciously cooled down, and she was extremely sober, damn it, this girl is too sober-minded.

The fairy shopkeeper grabbed the girl's neck with one hand, "Why don't you hurry up and serve wine to the masters?"

The abbot wiped the table and sat down on the bench, the candlelight shining on the abbot's cheeks, and the abbot had no joy or sorrow, and could not see any demeanor.

Fahai looked at the abbot and turned the dragon Buddha bead on his wrist, "Master, I have a good amount of wine, you can rest assured." ”

The abbot glanced at Fahai, "You can't get drunk, but people can." ”

The abbot laughed. "Fahai said," As soon as that ugly girl appeared, Fahai was instantly clear-headed, and I would never get drunk. ”

"Who are you scolding for being ugly!"

An angry voice came, Fahai looked back, the ugly girl carried a wine vat more than one person high, and walked over, she put the wine vat on the side of the table angrily, and said to Fahai, "Bastard monk, don't think that if you are beautiful, you can scold others!"

The abbot looked at the situation, shook his head, got up and said, "The poor monk has no appetite, go up and rest first, Fahai, drink as much wine as you want." ”

The abbot left, Fahai grabbed the edge of the wine vat with one hand, and said casually, "Little sister, you look different and unique, dare to ask your surname?"

The ugly girl looked up and said, "My name is Sanqi!"

Fahai took the wine bowl and poured a bowl for himself, "Sanqi, are you a medicinal herb?"

The ugly girl said angrily, "It's the three-seven-twenty-one of the three-seven, not the three-seven!"

Fahai nodded and said, "Three-seven-twenty-one, your mother's accounting level must be very poor, only those who calculate accounts poorly will give their children a name for multiplication formulas." ”

Sanqiyi slapped the table, "Little bald donkey, who are you talking about!"

Fahai took a sip of wine, and then said, "Sanqi, what is this wine of yours called." ”

Sanqiyi was stunned, "It's called forgetful water!" My mother said that those who drink can forget their old feelings and hatreds. ”

Fahai held the wine bowl, the wine in the wine bowl was clear and mellow, and Fahai drank it all, "Good wine." ”

Fahai drank the wine by himself, only feeling that every inch of flesh and blood around his body was as if soaked in the sea of suffering of the sinking soul, slowly, Fahai felt that the blood and flesh that had not moved had been abnormal, and there was a slight feeling of recovery, is this what the master called the feeling of refining and transforming?

Sanqi watched the little monk with demonic facial features drink a jar of wine, and hesitated, "You, have you finished drinking a jar of love water?"

Fahai tilted his head and looked at Sanqi, "How much does the poor monk drink?"

Sanqi said, "It's okay, I hope you can still stand and talk like this in the second cylinder!"

After speaking, Sanqi moved another vat again, Fahai's amount of wine was like his Dharma name, as vast as the sea, and he drank it directly, but Sanqi didn't see it, Fahai had a very slight detail, that is, Fahai drank with his right hand every time he drank, and the wine flowed out of the bowl, overflowed the Jiaolong Buddha beads, and then entered Fahai's mouth.

"It's gone again!" Fahai wiped his mouth and said, "Sanqi, why are you so undrinkable!"

"You wait, I'll move you ten cylinders!"

"Sanqi, wine!"

"Wait, I'm too tired, let me take a break!"

"Sanqi! This time there are 100 jars of wine, this forgetful water is so delicious!"

“......”