When the literati and poet heard that he was a monk from the Shaolin Temple, his voice suddenly became much softer. In these three counties in the western border, who dares not to buy the favor of Shaolin?
However, the literati species have always prided themselves on being proud. Although these people stopped talking, their faces were still full of disdain. They were holding back their breath and were preparing to go back and write to put some pressure on Shaolin Temple.
When Fahai saw this, he was secretly amused, snapped his fingers, and called the waiter over.
"Settling accounts!"
"Master, there are five taels of silver in total!"
"Your place is really not that expensive. One meal is worth a house in the capital." Fahai sighed, but in the end he happily took out the money, "No, this is ten taels, and the rest is
I’ll give it to you.”
"Thank you, Master, for the reward. I wonder if there is anything else I can do for you?"
When the clerk saw him, he immediately beamed. Of course, he also knew in his heart that he would be rewarded with five taels of silver as soon as he made a move, so he must have something to ask.
"Can you get a ticket to Liaozhai?" Fahai said straight to the point.
Fa Hai had heard the name of Liaozhai on the mountain and knew that it was a place where cultivators in this world traded. However, he had never been there. He only knew that entering Liaozhai required a pass.
"This... the master is a Shaolin monk, so naturally he can get it, but this certificate requires one hundred taels of silver." Upon hearing this, the waiter scratched his head and explained, "This is the rule of the Liaozhai, to prevent idle people from waiting in front of you.
To cause trouble."
"This poor monk knows that all you need to do is get a door certificate for the poor monk." Fahai nodded. Liaozhai set the door certificate so high, firstly, to generate income, and secondly, ordinary traders and footmen cannot afford this money.
Go in and hang out.
"This is simple, we have it in our store." The waiter bowed and smiled.
"No, here is one hundred taels!"
Looking at the guy who was running away, Fa Hai felt quite proud. This world is the same as the previous one. If you have money, you are the boss!
After eating and drinking, he pretended to be cool and generous, which made the neighboring table tighten his trousers and come up to enjoy the snow and recite poems. The elegant and poor scholars were even more disdainful. They all whispered to each other with disdain, shook their heads, whispered taunts, and occasionally said
Fahai pointed.
"Are you done? That poor guy is you. What were you talking about just now?"
Fahai didn't bother to care about it before, but that didn't mean he was easy to bully. He stood up with a roar, strode to the next table, raised his hand and slapped it on the table. The extremely strong mahogany table collapsed like tofu dregs.
The table full of wine and food was scattered all over the floor.
Seeing Fa Hai's sudden use of force, all the poets and poets in the room were frightened for a moment. They were not stupid enough to see the splinters of wood on the ground, so they secretly pretended to be stupid.
"The poor monk asked what were you muttering about just now?"
"I...I'm composing a poem?" A wretched young scholar sitting on a wooden bench replied nonchalantly. Just now he was having the most fun at the expense of Fa Hai, but now he was trembling like a chicken, fearing that Fahai would be killed.
Slap him and make him unable to take care of himself.
"Oh! Reciting poetry?"
When Fahai heard this, he crossed his arms, raised his chin, and said with a smile, "Read it to me."
"ah?"
The scholar was stunned when he heard this, but after all, he had been studying for half his life, and he could be regarded as a small talent. At this time, he was forced by Fahai, and he happened to catch a glimpse of snowflakes outside the building. He was suddenly inspired, and he trembled and started chanting.
He said, "Ah! It snows in the sky but not rains. The snow turns to rain when it hits the ground. It's really troublesome to turn into rain. It's better to rain in the first place!"
The scholar's words became smoother and smoother, and in the end he forgot his fear and started shaking his head unconsciously. By the end of the chant, he even admired himself. Although in terms of the rhythm of the poem, this poem was not even as good as a villager's limerick.
But the advantage is that he is very fast. He can still open his mouth under this situation and situation. He seems to be a little more powerful than Cao Zijian who composed a poem in seven steps.
"good!!"
After some other literati came to their senses, they also praised him in a low voice. A few of them were bold and even looked at Fa Hai provocatively. The meaning was obvious, we are not as good as you with our hands, but you only know how to hit with your mouth.
The monk who kills and kills is far behind.
"What the hell are you chanting? If this can be considered a poem, then the poor monk will give you a poem too!"
When Fahai saw this, he sneered and said, "You poor and industrious people are industrious and don't know how to distinguish between grains and grains. You idle around all day long and write and write. You are even less serious than us monks. Hmph, you are a bunch of scumbags. Listen carefully!"
Fahai came first with a preface, which made these scholars blush. Before they could argue, Fahai was already pacing and started reciting.
"If a scholar doesn't eat shit when he eats, the food will turn into shit in his stomach. It's really troublesome to turn into shit. It's better to just eat shit in the first place!!"
Puff~
Two pink young men who were sitting not far away upstairs were drinking quietly and squirted out the half-drunk wine in one gulp.
After reciting a poem, the whole house was filled with crows and birds.
Although the Confucian scholars did not ejaculate, they were like frost beating an eggplant. After ejaculation, their penises were all wilted. This little monk did not say anything but criticized the mulberry tree and the mulberry tree, but he did it so neatly that they, who were full of talent and knowledge, could only read poems and sigh.
, I exhausted my brain and couldn't think of how to refute and regain my position for a short time.
"Amitabha!"
Fahai cheerfully proclaimed the Buddha's name, and no longer paid attention to the group of rotten scholars with shameful and angry faces. He took the door ticket from the waiter at the top of the stairs, threw out thirty taels of silver, and strode downstairs.
"Thirty taels?! Shopkeeper, another table is broken upstairs. Before other heroes come to eat, quickly replace it with a spare one..."
There is no way, in this era, tables in restaurants have always been consumables. Yuelaiju's annual compensation for tables and chairs is worth several times the income of the entire restaurant.
The shopkeeper of Yuelaiju said, on the surface, we run a restaurant, but in fact, we sell tables, chairs and tableware...
…
Far away upstairs, the pink young man who had been teased by Fa Hai took out a white and delicate handkerchief to wipe his red lips, raised his eyes slightly, and said lightly, "Lian'er, go find out what this little monk is.
road?"
"Isn't he a disciple of Shaolin?" On the young master's side, the little book boy who was also pink and tender said crisply.
"The monks in Shaolin Temple are famous for their fighting and killing. How could there be such a living treasure?"
There was a hint of confusion in the pink young master's sparkling eyes, "With my level of cultivation, I can't even see the fluctuations in his magic power. This little monk is definitely not simple."
"Princess, the Holy King made an exception and allowed us to come out this time. He asked us to come to the Central Plains to spread the news about the appearance of the Chunyang Treasure and draw their attention to Luliang Mountain. We should not cause any more trouble."
"What do you know? Although I can't see his origin, when he took action just now, he actually caused the Taisu Yin Qi in my body to circulate on its own..."
"What?! Could it be..."
"Yes, maybe he is the cauldron that my grandfather searched all over China for me but could not find..."
"Ah! This is much more important to the Holy Cult than the Chunyang Relic. I will go find out about him right away!"