"You've all heard that barbarians have tattoos on their chests, right?"
"certainly."
"The body, hair, and skin are affected by the parents. I'm afraid these uncivilized people don't understand."
"We in Daqing only get tattoos after committing serious crimes. Are all those barbarians sinners?"
"Don't you understand this? Let me tell you, barbarian tattoos have nothing to do with crime."
In the lobby of the Cyclamen Restaurant, a man in a short jacket stood on a chair and said vividly, "Barbarians are born with strong bodies. They have a coming-of-age ceremony at the age of eight. They need to hunt wild beasts alone and successfully hunt them back."
If you do, you will have the prey tattooed on your chest."
"Hunting wild beasts alone at eight years old?"
"Lao He, don't be so careless. No matter how powerful the barbarians are, it's impossible for them to hunt wild beasts at the age of eight, right?"
"That's right."
Everyone didn't believe it.
"Can this be false?"
The man called Lao He smiled disdainfully and said, "I, Lao He, just came back from the northern border and heard what the barbarian prisoner said with my own ears."
"Barbarian prisoners?"
Everyone suddenly became interested.
"Not only that, can you guess what the current Barbarian Emperor has tattooed on his chest?"
Lao He squinted his eyes, leaned forward, and spoke in a strange and low voice.
"What?"
"You should tell me quickly."
"..."
Suddenly, many people scratched their heads and urged him.
"Hehe, Lao He Jin'er's money for drinks...?"
Lao He looked around with a smile.
"That's all you say. When have you ever paid for a drink when you came back?"
Someone said angrily, causing a burst of laughter.
"Haha... Then listen carefully."
Lao He laughed dryly, then his expression turned gloomy, and he said slowly: "The tattoo on the Barbarian Emperor's chest is a... monster!"
In an instant, the entire lobby fell silent.
After a few breaths, an even more violent noise broke out.
"How can it be?"
"Eight-year-old monster hunter?"
"I don't believe it... except us Confucianism and Taoism, who can suppress evil spirits so much?"
"..."
Lao He was not surprised by everyone's reaction. He spread his hands and said, "Believe it or not, I haven't seen it with my own eyes."
In fact, although everyone was brave with their mouths, they still believed it in their hearts.
If the barbarians were not so powerful, why have they been wreaking havoc on Zhongzhou since ancient times, and why have all the dynasties been so unstoppable?
You must know that the Zhongzhou human race has three paths of martial arts, Confucianism, and Xuan that stand side by side, and they can still barely resist the invasion of barbarians.
Regardless of whether others believe it or not, one person does.
Su Ping sat near the door, drinking tea and throwing fennel beans into his mouth, listening with gusto.
Many days passed, and Shen Xinlan didn't look for trouble again. It seemed that she took a step back.
Su Ping has already collected tens of thousands of volumes of translated books, and the unsealing of the Sacred Heart Pen is also in steady progress.
Without any urgent needs, I have been wandering around in restaurants these past few days.
Xiankelai is the first restaurant in Yangjing, with a history of nearly 500 years. After three dynasties, the owner changed one after another, but the sign has always stood firm.
It is famous throughout Zhongzhou.
One thing to say, this cyclamen is quite humane.
Although most customers come here to taste Zuixian Brew, the store also provides a pot of tea for five cents for a "poor person" like himself, with unlimited refills.
Yes, this boss can handle it.
I just spent a few days just listening to these people bragging.
Just today, this old He said something interesting.
Evil.
This race, which occupies an important space in the history of human civilization, seems to have been artificially erased from the records. Even the Classics Hall of the Imperial College does not introduce it in detail.
It's a pity that Lao He is just a martial artist in the business group and doesn't know much, so Su Ping doesn't bother to come forward to talk.
The lobby was bustling with noise when suddenly a package was thrown from the second floor and hit the ground with a 'bang'.
People were silent.
Immediately afterwards, there were footsteps accompanied by curses.
Several thug-looking men pushed a bald middle-aged man down from the second floor.
"Madman, get out of here!"
"It's simply sick."
'Let's go, let's go, don't blame us for being rude if you make trouble again.'
The bald middle-aged man said nothing, quietly packed his bags and left after going downstairs.
Su Ping was not far away and was a little surprised when he saw several documents scattered among them.
Customs clearance documents and road guides.
Isn’t this bald guy from Qing?
Su Ping's heart moved and he greeted: "Xiaoer!"
"Hey~"
The waiter hurried over, bent down and said with a smile: "What are your orders, sir?"
Su Ping took out a couple of pieces of silver from his arms and put it on the table. He gestured outside and said, "Tell me, where did that person come from?"
"You may have asked the right person."
The waiter suddenly smiled and said, "That bald man is not a good person. He is a heretic from the west."
"Heretic?"
Su Ping raised his eyebrows, "What is a heretic?"
This was the first time he had heard of heretics.
"What do you call a monk? Anyway, he is not a martial artist, a Confucian scholar, or a Xuan. He has come to Zhongzhou to cause harm to the people."
The waiter said excitedly, "You don't know, a few years ago, there were many heretics like this in Yangjing. They preached detachment everywhere and confused many people. They even stopped farming and followed them every day.
curse."
"execration……"
Su Ping was thoughtful.
By this point he had almost figured out that the so-called heretics were actually Buddhists.
According to records, evil spirits were rampant in ancient times, and some human races chose to go far away to Xizhou to avoid disaster.
Although Xizhou is barren, it is not without evil spirits, but the number is much smaller, so the birth of Buddhism and Taoism is also reasonable.
"That year, the fields near Yangjing were largely deserted. His Majesty was furious and ordered these heretics to be driven back to Xizhou. This bald man is the only one who still refuses to leave."
The waiter said, and began to curse again: "These damn bald men, why do they have to eat three pure meats to eat meat? They also accuse us of killing chickens and sheep for food. Don't you think this is a brain disease? If you don't eat, I will kill you."
What are you doing?"
"Three pure meats?"
Su Ping was stunned.
What are three pure meats?
According to his understanding in his previous life, three kinds of pure meat refer to three types of meat: first, he did not see the death of the animal; second, he did not hear about the death of the animal; and third, the animal did not die because of himself.
Moreover, only Theravada Buddhism allows believers to eat this kind of meat, while Mahayana Buddhism still does not allow it.
If you put it this way, the Buddhist Taoism in Xizhou is a Hinayana teaching that saves oneself but not others?
Su Ping was thoughtful.
"It is up to us, Your Majesty, to be wise and drive these monsters away in time. Otherwise, in a few years, we in Zhongzhou may not even have rice to eat."
The waiter was angry, but his eyes glanced at the broken piece of silver on the table.
"Thanks."
Su Ping nodded and said with a smile. When the boy picked up the silver, he added: "Here's a pot of Drunken Immortal Brew."
"..."
The boy took the silver and was dumbfounded.
What?
A pot of drunken fairy brew?
This fucking pot of drunken fairy wine is only one tael of silver. I have been chatting about my feelings for a long time, but I haven't gained a penny of benefits?
"What? Has the price of Zuixian Brewing increased?"
Su Ping looked surprised.
"without……"
The waiter rolled his eyes, responded feebly, and went down with the money.
Soon, the so-called Drunken Immortal Brew was served.
Su Ping took a sip and immediately shook his head.
Still drunk.
It's not even 20 degrees, so who can get drunk? It's better to drink tea.
When you gain some status, brew vigorously and show you what good wine is.
While he was thinking about it, Su Ping's expression suddenly changed.
He actually heard his own name among the noisy discussions.
"I heard that my adopted son-in-law, Su Ping, was extremely ugly..."