Guo Mo left the Zen room, left Shaolin, and walked on Shaoshi Mountain.
Having just finished copying nine scriptures today, Guo Mo was not in such a hurry to leave, but he always felt a pair of eyes staring at him.
Especially after receiving the "Langha Sutra" that day, the feeling became even stronger. Therefore, he was extremely careful at all times.
Guo Mo even deliberately found another scripture written in Sanskrit, which still contained 50,000 to 60,000 words. He still asked Jueming to help light more candles and copy the scriptures at night.
For nine whole days, Guo Mo controlled the time he borrowed scriptures from the Sutra Pavilion very accurately.
It always takes about a quarter of an hour from entering the Sutra Pavilion to getting the sutras out.
He didn't know whether this would confuse the public or would it be superfluous?
In short, Guo Mo felt that everything went too smoothly, and it was so smooth that he couldn't believe it.
From Shaolin Temple to Dengfeng County, it was only more than twenty miles. Guo Mo did not dare to use Qinggong and walked slowly.
When he saw the city gate with the word "Dengfeng", the sun was about to set. Guo Mo stepped on the point where the city gate closed and entered the city.
After returning to the hotel where I stayed before, I noticed that there was an inconspicuous sign "Qijia Old Store" in front of the store. It looked like the store was really old.
As soon as we arrived at the door of the store, the waiter saw the customer off.
"Hey, Mr. Guo, you are back. Miss Huang said that you will be back tonight, and we are already preparing food and drinks for you. There is a private room on the left hand side, at the end. You can just go there."
The waiter in this shop was busy holding horses for the customers who were leaving, so he couldn't take Guo Mo there, so he smiled apologetically.
Guo Mo didn't care about this. He happened to be hungry. After the past ten days, he had no money left.
Following the direction pointed by the waiter, Guo Mo walked straight in.
The restaurant where Guo Mo and the others stayed was not far from the city gate. It was not a lively area. At this time, there were not many people eating out.
Guo Mo looked from the hall and saw only three or five tables of diners. He wondered why Huang Rong wanted the entire private room?
Maybe, after not seeing each other for a long time, what do you want to say? Guo Mo was so confused that he had no clue.
When we arrived at the door of the last private room, the door was open, and there were more than ten dishes on the table. Huang Rong was sitting there with a smile on her face, waiting.
"Rong'er," to be honest, I haven't seen each other for several days. I was usually busy copying scriptures and didn't realize it. Now that I saw the person, I suddenly felt a little missed.
"Brother Mo, you are finally back. I guessed that you would come back tonight. Look at how much delicious food I asked the store to prepare for you..."
Before Huang Rong finished speaking, she suddenly looked behind Guo Mo blankly, "Brother Mo, who is this senior?"
Seeing Huang Rong's look and hearing her questions, Guo Mo shivered.
He hurriedly turned around and found a monk standing three feet behind him, looking at Guo Mo with a smile.
The strange thing is that Guo Mo can't seem to tell the age of this monk. He is of medium build and not very strong. He is dressed in gray cloth monk's clothes, but he is very neat.
There are a few strands of beard under the chin, mixed with gray and white, and all over the body. The most uncoordinated thing is that such a monk actually has a huge wine gourd on his waist.
When Guo Mo saw this person's attire, he was shocked that it was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. "Isn't this the one in the legend?" He opened his mouth but didn't dare to ask. He looked like he was a thief.
"Wow, it's quite sumptuous. Boy Mo, with such good food and wine, why don't you invite the old monk to sit down with us?"
After finishing speaking, he didn't wait for Guo Mo to speak and just sat in the middle.
Picking up the chopsticks and taking a bite of the food, Huang Rong stood beside her, feeling so blessed that she quickly filled up a glass of wine.
The monk picked up the wine glass and drank it with a "sip" sound.
He smashed it, slapped his mouth, "Well, this wine still tastes the same, no different from a hundred years ago."
When Guo Mo heard this, he said, "Oh my God, this guy is not afraid of scaring others." He just opened his mouth and said "a hundred years ago"?
Huang Rong didn't think anything of it. She subconsciously thought that she had met a joker.
Even if this monk can be called an "old monk", he looks to be in his fifties at best. How could he have been drinking here a hundred years ago?
Seeing that the monk was only interested in eating and drinking, Guo Mo no longer felt embarrassed at the beginning.
When he came to the monk's side, he filled another cup and brought several plates of food closer to him.
"Store--" Guo Mo shouted outside.
Immediately a waiter came over and said, "Sir, what are your orders?"
"Bring two large bowls and pour ten kilograms of sorghum wine."
The waiter was stunned for a moment, "Sir, are you sure ten pounds of sorghum wine is too much?"
"Haha, I'm the one paying for it anyway, why are you the wine seller afraid of meeting someone who can drink?"
Guo Mo paused, "Ten jins is not enough, give me 20 jins."
The monk's hand holding the wine glass visibly shook.
I glanced at Guo Mo. Yes, it was this young man. Did I hallucinate what he said just now, or was it a coincidence?
Not long after, two waiters came, each holding a jar of wine. "Sir, this is the wine you want, twenty pounds!" They also specially emphasized the word "twenty".
Guo Mo waved his hand to the waiter to go down, took the big bowl, filled a bowl for the monk first, and then filled a bowl for himself.
"Senior, I have traveled around the world for a long time. Among the famous people, I have only heard of a Buddhist Arhat, who drank a lot."
"Looking at the description, the senior should not be the one. But we are destined to meet each other. I would like to give you three bowls."
After Guo Mo finished speaking, he picked up the bowl and said, "Tons, tons, tons," and then downed the bowl.
Speaking of which, the sorghum wine in this era was only about ten degrees. Guo Mo in his previous life could be considered a "wine" and had passed the test, otherwise he wouldn't have come here.
Now that Dacheng’s Quanzhen Internal Skill is here, ten or eight pounds of sorghum wine is no problem.
The monk looked at Guo Mo blankly and saw that he raised his neck and drank the bowl of wine. Because he drank so fast, some wine flowed down the corners of his mouth and wet his front.
"It's been so many years. This scene looks so familiar." The monk actually lost his mind.
"Senior, watch me drink the second bowl." Guo Mo poured himself wine like this. On the one hand, he concealed his guilty conscience, and on the other hand, he deliberately gave the monk the illusion that he was "reminiscent of the past."
Of course, the premise is that if this monk is the one you want in your heart.
Now, Guo Mo has concluded that the person coming is the "Double Fighting Monk" who has never appeared in the world of vulture shooting.
That was the master who could defeat Wang Chongyang, the first Condor Shooter, and the creator of the "Nine Yang Manual".
Rumor has it that this person studied Confucianism as a young man, did not like martial arts, and was a complete nerd.
Later, he learned Taoist Kung Fu, and all of them are excellent Taoist martial arts.
When he was old and became a monk, he naturally studied Buddhist Zen skills.
It can be said that this person is a rare person who combines Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism into one body.
But, who is the true identity of this "Double Fighting Monk"?
What is the purpose of this person appearing here?
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Tuji and his son climbed the Great Wall today, and they were exhausted.
I had a few more drinks in the evening, so I just added a chapter. The bottom line of two updates a day cannot be broken.
I'm in a bit of a trance right now, and I can't update the chapter in the early morning. I would like to say "sorry" to book friends who like to read at night.