"Hey, hey, hey~!, I knew you wanted to me. Wei Ze's face was ruddy, his eyes were slightly narrowed, his consciousness was almost blurred, he stood up and looked at Han Linyuan with a smile: "Hey, hey, hey." I'm not fooled!"

After saying that, he bowed down and drilled under the table: "Come on, come on, you can't catch me." ”

Han Linyuan was also not very conscious, hugged his thigh, and dragged him out: "Look at you~!Hiccup~! Look where you run." ”

Wei Ze is not stupid, the table legs are too light to pull, it is better to hold Ma Xuewen's boots and not let go.

The three of them had a lot of fun, and when they looked at Li Bing again, they couldn't resist the strength of the wine and fell asleep on the table.

There was a period of fighting, and it was not until the moonlight was thick that the four of them really stopped.

Ma Xuewen picked up the wine glass, took a sip of cow drink, and then looked at the three people lying on the ground, pouting, with disdain on his face.

He got up and pushed open the window, and looked at the moonlight, it was time for him.

Even if there is no curfew in Chang'an from Chinese New Year's Eve to Shangyuan Festival, the streets have been deserted at this hour, except for the occasional patrol of government soldiers, idle pedestrians are rare.

He took one last sip of wine, pushed open the door, and shouted downstairs, and the attendants of the four hurriedly caught up.

"Go get your horses ready. All three of them are drunk, and you are waiting at the front door, and I will send them down. ”

After speaking, he returned to the room, tidied up Wei Ze's clothes, and wrapped his cloak tightly around him, among the four of them, he didn't know any martial arts, his physique was the weakest, and if he was a little careless, he couldn't get out of bed for a few days.

Listening to some movement on the table, Li Bing also woke up and rubbed his sleepy eyes: "Huh, I'm done drinking!"

He drank vigorously, burped, his face was distorted, and he was obviously a little uncomfortable: "Lin Yuan is too good to drink, I haven't seen him for half a year, so much alcohol? ”

"It's not too early. Withdraw!" he tapped his head, watched Ma Xuewen carry Wei Ze into his arms, and glanced at Han Linyuan's indecent sleeping posture lying on the ground.

Ma Xuewen's body size is much larger than Wei Ze's, and it is easy to pick up. Li Bing and Han Linyuan are different, they are almost generally tall, and their figures are similar, so they can only use their backs.

Han Linyuan lay on Li Bing's back, muttering incessantly, and he didn't know what he was talking about.

The four of them went downstairs, and the business of this restaurant was really good. It's already midnight, and there are still a lot of guests on each floor, laughing and singing, and this restaurant seems to be a world of its own.

As soon as he arrived at the door of the inn, the shopkeeper knew that these people couldn't be guilty, so he hurriedly called the guy to come and help.

Before the carriage arrived, two monks walked in from the main entrance, in their early thirties, but both were brown and red robes, and they looked like the monks of a certain temple.

The man on the left is thinner, and the long-looking Zhou Zheng is dignified, holding a wooden Buddha pestle, but no bowl.

The other person's posture is not so light, although it is not a brain full of fat, it seems a little bulky, a yellow pear rosary on the neck, each one is finely carved, engraved with Buddhist mantras, a cast iron mallet in the left hand, unpretentious, this weapon is rare.

"Shopkeeper, the two of us have just arrived in Chang'an, don't you know if it's convenient to give out some fast food?" the thin monk spoke first.

The shopkeeper was busy talking politely to Li Bing and a few people, and he didn't have time to pay attention to her, but Xiao Er was clever and greeted him with a smile: "Sorry, there are many customers today, although there are still some vacant seats now, there will be guests in a while." Why don't I ask the guy to wrap you a few vegetarian cakes, and you can eat them elsewhere. ”

This is already the extreme courtesy, during the New Year's Festival, every family has surplus food, and it is really easy to turn into a relationship.

The thin monk didn't expect it to go so well, and was about to thank him, but was stopped by the fat monk: "You and I haven't seen each other for three years, it's like finding a place to have a good chat, how can you just have vegetarian cakes." After speaking, he took out a row of copper coins from his belt and slapped them on the cash cabinet: "Shopkeeper, I only have so much money on me, and the two of us want to eat some wine and food here, do you see if it is enough." ”

"Much, much. Su Zhai can't ask for so much money. Xiao Er took half of the copper plate back: "Crystal tofu, cold courgette, steamed cold sunflower, and a whole potato cake." What do you think?"

"Eh, man, it's not vegetarian, I mean a table with food and drink. He looked at the dishes on the other tables in the lobby on the first floor, almost all of them had a large plate of steamed duck, and then he also pointed: "That one looks good, I want it." Add to that the dishes you just mentioned, a jar of good wine. Man, do you think you can?"

Xiao Er was slightly stunned: "Enough is enough......!"

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, the thin monk hurriedly waved his hand: "Don't listen to him." I just want a bowl of somen noodles. ”

"Hey!" the fat-headed monk was not happy: "What are you afraid of? Your master is not here, and even if you eat it, no one will know." ”

Ma Xuewen looked at this scene and smiled: "It turned out to be a flower monk." You can eat wine and meat by yourself, why do you still pull others to break the vows together?"

"Huh. Donor. You're wrong. He turned around and made a Buddha salute to the four people: "Amitabha, a monk is a monk, they are all the same chanting and chanting Buddha, which is divided into flower monks and grass monks." The so-called wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha has left it in his heart, what three thousand precepts, eight precepts, are all passing clouds. As long as there is a Buddha in the heart, there is no difference between keeping and not keeping. ”

This person is also an enthusiastic character, Ma Xuewen admires him a little, but the next sentence made him change his face.

The fat monk stared at Ma Xuewen's eyebrows suspiciously, took a deep breath, and suddenly said, "Donor, I see that your Yin Tang is black...... There will be a bloody plague soon...... I wonder what strange things and weirdos I've encountered lately?"

"Get out of the way!" Ma Xuewen heard the first half of the sentence, and kicked on the man: "I can't speak during the New Year!"

"If you want to cheat money, I think you're looking for the wrong person!" He was angry and wanted to laugh, there were still people in Chang'an who dared to find his bad luck? If he wasn't in a good mood today, maybe he would have to add his fists.

The fat monk kindly reminded him, but he didn't expect this trick at all, and he was kicked in vain. The cast iron mallet in his hand had been pinched tightly, and he was about to fight back, but was pulled away by the thin monk: "Eh." Forget it, forget it. With a smile on a few people, he hurriedly pulled the fat monk to the side with Xiao Er and found a place to sit down.

Coincidentally, the carriages of Li Bing's four people all arrived at the door. Ma Xuewen glanced at the two monks, picked up Wei Ze, and put him in the carriage.

The shopkeeper stood on the side, secretly frightened: it was so dangerous, it almost started. If the four young people of Chang'an do it here, it is not themselves who will suffer.

Xiao Er's eyes were sharp, and he watched Li Bing and the four of them leave, and also comforted the two monks: "Two, take a sip of tea and dissipate your anger." For the Chinese New Year, happiness is the most important thing. ”

The thin monk thanked him, glared at the fat monk and said, "What do you care about him." Pingbai was punched and kicked. ”

"But you see it. His seal hall was black, and it was obvious that he was entangled by a ghost. It is estimated that it will be two months, and if I don't care about it, I'm afraid my life will be in danger. I'm just kind enough to remind him, who knows......"

"Look at the man's anger. I don't know how much human blood he has on his hands, and he doesn't deserve to be entangled by evil ghosts? He has a good physique, and he has a heavy temperament, and he will not be able to do anything for a while. That turn to get you to be a bad guy?"

"That's it, let's not talk about him. "The fat monk was also kind, but this thing didn't work out, and he was embarrassed. In the face of a rich son, it's not like he can only suffer a dumb loss. Change the topic at the moment: "Why did you come to Chang'an too?"

The thin monk dusted off his shoulders: "Although Beiluo Temple is far away in Luoyang, it is also on the list of this 'hundred monks'. I came with my uncle. But you've been invited?"

The fat monk snorted coldly: "You are really good at laughing." When have we ever been looked down upon by fellow Buddhists? Which temple is not avoided, for fear of having something to do with us, who is willing to invite us to watch the ceremony. He took a sip of the cow, put down the teacup, leaned over to the table, and said in a low voice:

"This time, I was ordered by my master to come to Ximing Temple to have a look. To prevent this hundred monks from having an accident, it can't be closed!"

"Accident?

"It's about a strange event that a master of this temple participated in a hundred years ago...... I've even brought the sect's treasures with me this time. After speaking, he threw a wink at the thin monk:

"I want to know, wait for the wine and food to come up, you drink two drinks with me, and I'll tell you!"