Etiquette falls.

Ning He gestured for Zhou Shan to take a seat.

"Xie Taoist Master." Zhou Shan sat at the table without glancing at the books on the table.

Because he has sensed spell fluctuations in the book, it is probably a secret book.

From a glance, this is a reckless move.

Although he is a spirit monk and his body is a mountain, for hundreds of years he has often seen pedestrians passing by and talking about human things.

So he still knows what benevolence, justice and etiquette are.

But he also thought about the benevolence, justice, etiquette and some things that happened in the past hundred years. He had something to say for a while, but he felt that it was inappropriate at this time.

And Ning He saw Zhou Shan sitting upright, and saw that he was cautious when receiving tea, and then he hesitated to speak.

I guessed that besides thanking him, he might have something else to say today, so I smiled and signaled to him that it was okay.

Because in Ning He's mind, today is just a meeting between friends, not a senior and a junior.

Zhou Shan saw that the Taoist priest was as easy-going as he was half a year ago, and seemed to be infected by the peaceful atmosphere in the tea stall. Then in the tea tasting room, he slowly revealed some things.

It turns out.

In the hundred years since Zhou Shan became a spiritual master, in addition to meeting Ning He, he also met many monks and received guidance from these monks.

Among them are the Liangcheng City God, the River God, and many monks traveling from other counties.

Here.

Zhou Shan thought that now that he had transformed, he would naturally travel throughout the Wu Dynasty and try to repay these kindnesses.

Then he came to the tea stall now.

The first is to say thank you, depending on what the Taoist leader has to say, he will try to repay the debt.

The second is as a farewell.

It would be too abrupt to just say goodbye and say goodbye.

Therefore, he had been hesitant to speak before, feeling that this matter was totally inappropriate.

And in the next words.

Zhou Shan brought up the old story again, saying that his small courtyard was far from enough to repay the debt of gratitude.

Zhou Shan was very concerned about this matter and wanted to ask if there was anything else he needed to do for him.

Even if you ask him to repay his kindness and pass a message or two on his behalf, it is better than doing nothing at all.

"Fellow Taoist, you're welcome."

When Ning He saw that fellow Taoist Zhou Shan was so persistent, he first looked at the southern border of Wu Chao, then looked at Zhou Shan who was waiting for instructions, and finally said: "There is really an important matter that needs fellow Taoist Zhou Shan to do for me."

"Please give me the instructions, Taoist Priest!" Zhou Shan didn't ask why or what happened, he just clasped his fists in a serious manner.

Ning He saw Zhou Shan's expression, and then said seriously: "Can Taoist friend Zhou Shan's schedule be slowed down for two days?"

"Of course!" Zhou Shan looked more solemn, saluted again, and listened quietly to the Taoist Priest's instructions.

Ning He pointed at the tea stall and said, "Can you please help me, fellow Taoist, to take care of the tea stall for Ning for five days? Ning wants to take a short trip for a few days to see the last two cities in the south."

"This?" Zhou Shan heard that it was such a simple thing, but he didn't understand why.

Ning He smiled and clasped his fists, picked up Wu Nanji without saying anything, and then flew away, leaving Zhou Shan alone in the tea stall.

Now I saw the Taoist priest leaving.

Zhou Shan carefully looked at the tea stall again, mistakenly thinking that there was something mysterious about this tea stall, so it was worthy of Taoist Priest's attention.

After looking at it for a long time, he found that except for a small spirit gathering array, the rest of the tables, chairs and tea in this tea stall were indeed ordinary.

He was a little puzzled for a moment, thinking that by simply looking at things, he could repay the favor of precious spiritual wine?

If this were the case, even the monks throughout the Wu Dynasty would be vying to see this tea stall for the Taoist Priest.

But then, when he thought that the Taoist priest might have done it intentionally for him to settle his knot, he couldn't help but burst into laughter, and he respected the Taoist priest even more.

He was just overthinking it.

So he wanted to take good care of the tea stall.

He also changed from his clean Taoist robes to an ordinary old man's attire.

He is preparing to serve tea and water to travelers.

But who would have thought that after waiting for a while, the first passenger wearing a police officer's uniform came outside the stall.

The talkative Inspector Wang waved his hand to reject Zhou Shan's advances, and got off his horse alone.

Especially when he walked into the tea stall and saw that Ning He was indeed not behind the stall, he didn't say as much as before.

Instead, he waved his hand to reject Zhou Shan's approach, while looking at Zhou Shan with a kind face without leaving any trace.

Take another look at the book frame still under the table.

He just went to the stove to get tea.

When taking the tea, he put one hand on his waist to ensure that he could draw the sword at any time.

Then he seemed to say accidentally: "Shopkeeper, I remember that there was a gentleman at the stall."

"Sir, he's out." Zhou Shan smiled and held his fists, "I'll take care of you for a few days."

"So it's like this..." Detective Wang said, suddenly turning his head to look at Zhou Shan. When he saw Zhou Shan's expression was natural and didn't look like he was lying, he suddenly smiled.

After all, although the tea stall gentleman is not my friend, he is still an acquaintance.

Now that the acquaintance is not here, but the things are there, of course we have to ask about the whereabouts of the acquaintance.

If the old man is flustered or his eyes look strange, he must be taken back to the Yamen for interrogation.

Although he knew that his martial arts skills were not high and he could not compare with the martial arts masters who had internal strength, he could still fight against ten of these mountain bandits who were so humble that they robbed tea stalls.

"Farewell." Agent Wang spoke briefly this time, put down the tea money and left.

Zhou Shan didn't pay attention to Inspector Wang's warning, but carefully added water to the teapot.

After that, maybe because I was on my way in the afternoon, guests arrived every once in a while.

Some guests thanked them and took the tea poured by Zhou Shan.

Some guests serve tea on their own.

Zhou Shan sometimes chatted with these guests, and after asking about them, he found out that they were regular customers here.

Regular customers are like this when they come here.

After drinking, Zhou Shan didn't wait for him to get up, and shouted, "Leave the money." Then he put the tea money on the table, left the tea stall and walked towards the distance.

During the conversation, they did not ask where Ning He had gone.

They won't care about these things.

Anyway, just stop at a tea stall on the way.

Just the price is fair.

But all in all.

After an afternoon of business, Zhou Shan discovered that seven of the ten regular customers had inquired about the whereabouts of the Taoist priest.

20% of them, like Detective Wang, felt something was not right, so they started to inquire in different ways.

But when they learned that Tao Yuanyou was traveling far away, they also showed the same clear expressions as Detective Wang.

As they thought, that gentleman traveled frequently.

And Zhou Shan looked at the various scenes of the mortal world and sat quietly in the tea room. He didn't know why, maybe it was because of the small spiritual formation set up by the Taoist priest, which made him always feel pure and pure.

Some small problems that once confused me in cultivation were slowly recalled during this meditation and solved one by one.

Although my realm and conduct have not improved, my mind has become much clearer.

And when Zhou Shan was comprehending all kinds of things in the world.

It's late at night.

Thousands of miles away in Gecheng Ling County.

Ning He was sitting quietly in the clouds five miles above the ground, watching the scene in Ling County below.

There is a small shaotou shop on Xianbei Street.

And at the same time.

In the shop below.

A small shop, with one shopkeeper and three clerks all there, it seems a bit redundant.

I can't even stand at the counter.

It makes the guests coming and going a little curious.
To be continued...