With such a momentum, three days later, the 'Pudu Porridge Shop' just opened, and a hundred bowls of bitter porridge were snatched up by curiosity during the day!

Those who have tasted it really feel that they have only eaten ginseng fruit, and all 36,000 pores of the whole body are comfortable!

In this way, suddenly, although the price of the sweet porridge that night was as high as one hundred taels of gold, that is, one thousand taels of silver, but before the time came, the people in line actually lined up in a long line from the south of the city to the end of the city, which was a spectacle.

But this sweet porridge is really not for those who are idle and have nothing to do, it is the sound of ping-pong bowls and angry scolding, which is endless.

Wang Jiaxi was not afraid, and said lightly: "I told you that sweet porridge is only suitable for people with bitter hearts, and you are all happy and happy, if you have to come and suffer this bitter sin, can you complain?"

Some people don't believe it, saying that Wang Jiaxi cheats money with this porridge, but Wang Jiaxi frowns: "It doesn't matter if you say that I Wang Jiaxi cheated money, but this porridge is a Buddha temple, and Elder Qingyun gave it! It is used by me to help the poor.

Everyone was poor, but they didn't believe that anyone would be able to drink this thing, so they forced Wang Jiaxi to drink it too.

But Wang Jiaxi had already tasted it before, so naturally he refused to drink it again.

Hearing this, he directly replied lightly: "I see that you are unlucky at the moment, and my heart is happy, naturally I am not a person with a bitter heart, and I can't drink this porridge!"

"You, you, you!"

"If you change to a vegetarian diet, you are better at eating meat than before, right?"

A group of people were so angry by his words that they were scolding again and again!

During this period, someone said: "I don't believe that anyone will drink this thing! You surnamed Wang can find me someone who dares to drink! As long as there is, I will give you another hundred taels of gold!"

Wang Jiaxi glanced at him, how could he refuse to send money himself?

"Get out of the way!"

Let them all get out of the way, and invite the poor children and down-and-out scholars who were huddled in the corner and didn't dare to come forward because of the arrival of these rich people, and one of them gave a bowl of porridge: "In the evening, you can all come and drink porridge, this porridge is given by the Buddha, you can drink it as you like, it is good for you!"

They were hesitant because of the rich people who threw the bowls, but when they heard this, they looked at each other again and took a sip.

Immediately stunned, the sweet taste filled the heart, covering the original pain, a feeling of being gently comforted floated, warm the heart, and the corners of some people's eyes couldn't help but moisten.

After drinking it slowly one bite at a time, the hungry stomach for days was full, and there was another high-spirited and heroic rush in my heart!

The boy didn't flick when he had tears, and put the bowl on the table with a bang!

"Mr. Wang! I will not thank you for my great kindness! When I am successful and famous, I will come to repay this porridge kindness!

Turn around and go!

One, two, three...

One counts as one!

The group of idle and boring rich people in the back watched dumbfounded!

I have to believe it!

Since then, the reputation of Pudu porridge has begun to spread wildly, and its fame has become more and more famous!

Every day, countless people travel thousands of miles just to taste a bite of Pudu porridge.

Slowly, they called the porridge they sold during the day white porridge, and the porridge they sold at night as night porridge.

And gradually, on the black market, a bowl of white porridge was fried to 10,000 taels of silver!

The night porridge is unlimited, but it was fried to 100,000 taels of silver a bowl!

Of course, that's all for later.

Let's go back in time and go back to the evening of the third day of the opening of Pudu Porridge Shop.

An old swordsman appeared in front of the porridge shop in Zishi: "Tired little brother, a bowl of porridge!"

"Okay!"

The porridge shop guy Ma Li took a bowl and handed it over: "Yours!"

The old swordsman caught it and smiled bitterly.

"I heard rumors that only people with a hard heart can get this porridge for free, little brother, you give it to the old man for free, but because the old man is also a person with a hard heart?"

The porridge shop guy smiled, and said in his heart that he didn't need to be angry, just by looking at his face and eyebrows, he knew that he must have been haggard recently, so he could naturally get it for free.

smiled and said: "Don't worry, there is no hurdle in the world that cannot be passed, you drink this porridge first, save some strength, and then it's not too late to act!"

Hearing this, the old man nodded.

Then he raised his head and drank it all.

A long aftertaste!

This porridge makes people rise up hope in despair.

I couldn't help but sigh again: "The great monk, the holy spirit!"

Put down the bowl: "Thank you, little brother, farewell!"

Turn around and go to the temple of the Buddha in the west of the city.

The moon is high and the wind is clear.

The temple of the Buddha is safe and clean.

The old swordsman frowned.

There are ghosts and demons!

Subconsciously hold the sword in hand!

But then it was put away again.

There are high monks here, why should they meddle indiscriminately.

"It's fun to have friends from afar!"

As soon as he put the sword away, he heard a faint smile from inside: "Honorable guest, please come in"

The candlelight in the main hall of the Buddha Temple was lit, and the old swordsman was stunned when he saw a little monk smiling slightly.

He asked, "Little master, is your master here?"

"Little Elder!"

Laughter came out of the meditation room, and a woman walked out with a smile: "Little Elder, another one who wants to see your master!"

Xiao Yun was also a little speechless, this figure is really not enough to win people's trust.

He also smiled and asked, "Haven't you asked your honorable guest where to practice?"

The old swordsman arched his hand slightly: "The old man Qingcheng Mountain Demon Slayer Swordsman Han Chujin is the Great Elder of the Qingcheng Mountain Elder Hall!"

After a pause, he bowed his hand again, and said again: "If you have something important to ask to see the respected master, please ask the little master to report on your behalf!"

Qingcheng Mountain?

Tsing Yi Xiao Yun glanced at each other: "Yang Xiong?"

Han Chujin was stunned: "You know the apprentice?"

Xiao Yun listened and suddenly said, "You are Yang Xiong's master?"

"Exactly!"

Han Chujin arched his hand: "The apprentice is now seriously injured and in a coma! The divine doctor is difficult to save, the old man asks the Heavenly Master to divinate the hexagram, saying that Elder Qingyun can save the apprentice's life here!

"Alas, so it was"

Xiao Yun sighed after hearing this, turned his head and said to Tsing Yi: "When Yang Xiong left, I expected that he was afraid that something would happen, but now it seems that it is true!"

After a pause, he said to Tsing Yi again: "Tsing Yi, you are the abbot in the temple, and then tell Fu Tu, let him be careful of that general, I will go back!"

"Yes!"

Tsing Yi should be, but Han Chujin hadn't reacted yet, and when he heard that Xiao Yun meant to go by himself, he hurriedly said: "Little master, the little apprentice is seriously injured, and if you are afraid of death, you need to respect the master Elder Qingyun himself!"

Xiao Yun smiled again when he heard this, and said: "If the donor is looking for my master, then the donor is afraid that he will have to run in vain."

Han Chujin's face immediately changed, but he smiled again when he heard Xiao Yun laugh again: "But if the donor is looking for Elder Qingyun, then what is in front of you is!"

"What!"

Han Chu Jin was taken aback, before he came, he had always thought that Elder Qingyun should be an old monk, but he didn't think that it would be a young child: "You are Elder Qingyun?"

"Exactly!"

Xiao Yun said again: "Donor, without further ado, it is important to save people, please lead the way quickly!"