"Sir, did you hear me correctly? Do you want ten jars of guillotine wine?" The waiter was startled.

Ding Yi said: "Why, are there any restrictions on selling alcohol here?"

"Sir, you are joking, but there is not so much wine on the counter for now. This wine is brewed by Mr. Tu in the city. The shop only has a quota of ten jars every day. Four jars were sold at noon, and the two of them opened another jar.

The remaining drinks, to be honest, were originally reserved for sale at night." The waiter quickly explained.

Ding Yi flicked his fingers on the table twice and said: "It doesn't matter how many jars there are. Just ask the shopkeeper. I will give you a few jars."

The waiter quickly turned around and asked the shopkeeper.

The old Zen master said: "I don't know yet. It turns out that you, Xiao Yi, like what is in this cup. However, although the taste of this guillotine wine is okay, it is not considered a good wine."

Ding Yi glanced at the old Zen master and said seriously: "I have an enlightenment teacher who is good at brewing. I know a little about this wine. I know the quality of this wine. Asking for the guillotine wine is just a pretense.

The best thing is to ask the person behind the brew."

The old Zen master couldn't help but asked out of curiosity: "Is there something wrong with this wine?"

Ding Yi nodded.

"This is blood wine!"

The old Zen master had a shocked look on his face.

With little effort, the waiter led the shopkeeper to their dining table.

"Guest, I'm really sorry. Most of the hotel's business depends on this 'decapitation wine'..."

Ding Yi waved his hand and said: "The world is difficult, I can understand this. Earlier, the younger brother said that this wine was brewed by Mr. Tu in the city. Both of us are good wine people. We must pay a visit to this Tu."

Sir, please give me some advice from the shopkeeper as to where Mr. Tu lives."

The shopkeeper was very happy to see that Ding Yi and the others were so reasonable, and quickly told Ding Yi the location of Mr. Tu's residence.

After dinner, the two of them walked out of the restaurant and followed the shopkeeper's instructions and walked towards the south of the city.

Passing by a photo studio called Dongjia Archway, a strong aroma of wine hit my nose. After walking about three to four hundred meters, I arrived at Mr. Tu’s wine shop.

The wine shop occupies a large area, with a total of seventy or eighty acres of land. The south of the city is considered the industrial park of Wangchuan City. Ding Yi and the old Zen master saw many handicraft workshops along the way.

Mr. Tu's winery is relatively large in this area.

There was a recruitment notice posted on the wall of the winery. Ding Yi and the old Zen master looked at each other and made up their minds.

The door of the winery opened, and the two of them walked straight in. As soon as they entered the winery, what they saw were hundreds of large inverted vats, as well as mountains of firewood, distiller's grains, and grain stacks inside the winery. There were

Hundreds of muscular men, naked to the waist, working hard.

A man who looked like a manager came over, followed by several powerful men. Seeing that the old Zen master and Ding Yi were in an extraordinary manner, he thought they were guests who came to the winery to buy wine.

The steward said with a smile on his face: "You two came to our Drunk Wine Shop and you want to buy wine?"

Ding Yi said: "I saw a job recruitment notice posted on your wall, and I came here specifically to apply."

The smile on the steward's face suddenly disappeared.

It turned out that they were here to apply for a job. Seeing that these two people were dressed in extraordinary clothes, it turned out that they were just showing off. The manager's face became serious.

"So I'm looking for a job..." The steward's voice was drawn out.

"Ten shells a day, and the settlement is once a month. I start work at six o'clock in the morning and finish work at eight o'clock in the evening. The winery also takes care of two meals a day. If you are interested, you can start work now..." The manager looked at it with disdain.

Ding Yi said.

Ding Yi smiled and said: "Isn't ten flower shells too few?"

The steward suddenly felt angry when he saw Ding Yi's smiling face.

"What? You still think it's too little? In the south of the city, this is the salary."

Ding Yi laughed and said: "Ten gold yuan a day is about the same."

The steward was amused by Ding Yi's words. The men behind him also laughed.

"Boy, do you think this is a place for drinking? This is a workshop, a place for hard work! Don't ask for trouble. Where did you come from? Where are you going back? Otherwise, I'll beat you."

Ding Yi turned back to the old Zen master and said, "Did I set the price too low?"

The old Zen master said: "I think ten jade shells a day is about the same."

The steward's nose was almost twisted with anger. Seeing the old Zen master's mature face, he thought he was a man who knew how to advance and retreat, but he didn't expect that this old guy seemed to be a person who was not familiar with the world.

"You are here to have fun, right? You must know that our drunken proprietor is a famous immortal master in Wangchuan City. If you are looking for trouble, you have to look at the right place. Come and tie these two guys up.

"

Seven or eight strong men rushed over.

Ding Yi hadn't started a fight for a long time. When he saw these people rushing forward, he didn't even bother to use his spiritual power. Instead of retreating, he advanced to face these big men. He had practiced physical skills and his physical fitness was far better than that of ordinary people. He immediately punched

Block with fists, kick with feet.

In just one or two breaths, each of these seven or eight big men passed a move.

Ding Yi's fists and kicks were fine, but the big men who were fighting against him all bared their teeth and their faces were deformed in pain.

The person in charge was just a mortal, with the naked eye, how would he know that they were dealing with cultivators. He only thought that Ding Yi was very good at fists and kicks, so he didn't take it seriously. He quickly called his workers to come forward to help.

Hundreds of people rushed over, some with sticks in their hands.

Ding Yi had a lot of free time, he was not in a hurry, he was like a ghost, pointing to the north, pointing to the east, hitting the west, knocking everyone down, staggering around. In a moment, it turned out that

The only one left standing on the ground was Ding Yi.

This was a family man, and the steward had something to worry about. He saw that Ding Yi's face was not red, he was not panting, he was calm and calm, and his whole body and clothes were not wrinkled. The steward's face looked a little ugly. But he was not afraid.

.No matter how high your martial arts skills are, they are of no use. When you meet a cultivator, they are just looking for abuse.

"Boy, if you have the guts, don't run away. Someone will take care of you." The person in charge pointed his finger at Ding Yi, turned around and hurriedly ran inside.

He didn't notice that while they were doing it, the old Zen master had disappeared.

The people who collapsed here were all mortal workers, and Ding Yi just tapped their acupoints. They were so miserable that Ding Yi didn't have to bully them. He walked around the front yard of the winery, and finally moved a long

stool and sat down.

After a while, the manager of the wine shop did not wait, but the old Zen master did.

The old Zen master looked a little unhappy.

Ding Yi stepped forward quickly.

"There is a flesh and blood millstone below. This man is so cruel that he cannot be spared. I will stay here for another three days to save these resentful spirits who died in vain." The old Zen master said sadly.

Ding Yi said: "Life and death are fateful. If you were to be saved all the way, you don't know how long you would have to stay. You must know that there are still many living people who need our rescue. Maybe while you were chanting sutras and being saved, there would be some who should not have died.

His living life was not rescued..."

After hearing this, the old Zen master stopped talking and just sighed alone.

While the two were talking, the steward had already led the owner of the wine shop to the front yard, along with a middle-aged monk with a black mole on his face.

The owner of the wine shop, Tu Xiaorong, is a spiritual-level monk. He is in his thirties and looks like a human, but he is a bit sinister. His friend, a middle-aged monk with black mole, is also a spiritual-level master.

Tu Xiaorong was no better than the manager of the wine shop. As soon as he came over and saw Ding Yi and Qiu Yihong, he recognized their identities as cultivators.

He ignored the wailing men everywhere and instead bowed to Ding Yi and others with cupped fists.

"It's a great honor for two Taoist friends to come to this small wine shop. I think it's because I, the butler, have mortal eyes and don't recognize these two real people. I've offended you many times before, so please forgive me. I don't remember the faults of small people."

Tu Xiaorong didn't ask about right or wrong, and apologized politely and thoughtfully as soon as he came up.

Ding Yi sneered and said: "Tu, you can't be forgiven for what you have done. Why, do you think we are just passing by to enjoy the autumn wind? You are so cruel, you actually made a flesh and blood millstone and used the flesh and blood of living people as wine guides."

, among the monsters and monsters in Wangchuan City, you are the evil ghost. I must do it for heaven and seek justice for these people who died in vain."

The middle-aged man with a black mole on his face frowned and whispered a dialect in Wangchuan City. Ding Yi didn't understand. Although the old Zen master traveled extensively, this was the first time he heard the dialect of the underground world.

, don’t understand either.

Tu Xiaorong's face turned pale and he knelt down.

"I know that my sins are serious and unforgivable, but I would like to ask these two real people to see if they can raise their noble hands and choose the next way of life. The so-called journey of a thousand miles is only for wealth. I will give everything I have. In the end,

It will satisfy both of you."

Ding Yi was really moved and asked hurriedly: "How much do you plan to give?"

Tu Xiaorong was also cheerful and took off the ring on the ring finger of his right hand and said: "Here are all my net worth, all given to you two." After that, he threw the ring over.

Just as Ding Yi stretched out his hand to catch it, Tu Xiaorong suddenly jumped up and rushed towards Ding Yi. He immediately shot out a puff of jade phosphorus sand from his sleeve.

Biphosphorus sand is a very vicious hidden weapon. It can stick to the body and burn. Even if the spiritual shield is turned on, it will not do anything.

At the same time, the man with the black mole also rushed towards the old Zen master. This man was the Jinling monk. His hands turned into two pairs of iron claws, which intersected left and right, making a metal collision sound.

The old Zen master didn't move, he just looked at the metal claws that were getting closer and closer.

With a 'bang', the man with the black mole was kicked from the side, and he fell forward. It was obvious that the target of his attack was the elder, and Tu Xiaorong's opponent was the young man. How could he...

The man with the black mole fell heavily to the ground. The moment he fell to the ground, he saw Tu Xiaorong.

The Jinling monk's defense was the most powerful. Although he was kicked, he was not injured.
To be continued...