Turning around, Ximen Lang found the old monk carrying a broken woven bag and heading east. He hurriedly chased after him and shouted: "Master, please stay."
The old monk stopped and looked back at him, but the energy in his eyes was gone. He asked in confusion: "Call me?"
Ximenlang was stunned. What was going on? He looked like a different person from before. Why was he a little dazed at this moment? If you just saw him like this, I couldn't believe that he was the one who hit the golden snake with his shoe just now.
A rare master. For a person like this, Ximen Lang felt that only his father Zhang Xiaofeng had this magical skill in the world, and he only saw it in martial arts dramas. He smiled and said: "I am calling you, may I ask what the master's name is?"
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The old monk thought for a moment before saying: "Wen."
Wen, what does this mean?
Ximen Lang thought for a moment and thought it might be the master's surname, so he hurriedly said: "It turns out to be Master Wen. Thank you for your help just now. How about I buy you a drink?"
At this time, the old monk's eyes suddenly shone with light again, as if he had transformed, and said, "No need, I have to go on my way."
Ximen Lang secretly wondered in his heart, could it be that this master has intermittent mental illness, and is smart and confused at times? He hurriedly said: "Even if the master is busy on his way, he will not miss this moment. There is a grocery store in front of him. I'll ask him."
You go there and have some drinks."
Seeing his sincere look, the old monk nodded and said, "Okay then."
Ximen Lang caught sight of the artificial leather bag left on the road and knew that it was a relic of Chunyang Taoist priest. He bent down to pick it up and led the way with a whisk in hand. The old monk followed behind him with a woven bag on his back, seven or eight meters away.
Bi Sumei, Chen Yunling and the villagers who were just watching the fun all felt that the old monk was very strange and followed him from a distance.
A shed was set up at the entrance of the grocery store, with two tables and a few benches inside, so that some idle old men could get some peanuts and other things to drink and enjoy the coolness.
Ximen Lang led the old monk into the shed and said, "Master, please sit down. What do you like to eat?"
The old monk sat down, leaned the woven bag on the stool, stared at the freshly cooked pig head placed in the window, and said, "Meat will do."
Ximenlang put the leather bag and whisk on a long board, sat down next to him, and shouted: "Ge Erniang, bring me that pig head."
"Okay!" Ge Erniang had a smile on her face and thought to herself, this guy is really prosperous in the city. If you have money, you have a thick waist. Other villagers will buy some pork head meat for half a catty, but he is better.
When she opened her mouth, she saw the whole pig's head, but it was different! She quickly put the pig's head on the electronic scale, looked at the number displayed, and shouted: "This pig's head weighs ten kilograms and three liang, do you want me to cut it?"
Ximen Lang hurriedly asked the old monk for his opinion, "Master, do you want to cut the pig's head open?"
The old monk shook his head and said, "No need to cut it, it's more delicious when you bite it."
Ximen Lang said hurriedly: "Er Niang, there is no need to cut it, just serve it whole."
"I know." Ge Erniang agreed with a smile on her face. She directly brought up the whole pig's head that had been cooked in the old soup and turned red on a tray. She put it on the table and asked, "Would you like some wine?"
There is a new 60-proof sorghum wine, which is very good."
Ximen Lang thought to himself that this master was extremely skilled in kung fu. Although his clothes were in tatters, he showed a fierce domineering attitude in every move. He must be an upright hero. He must have a lot of alcohol. He ordered: "Give me twenty kilograms."
White wine, and any other meat?"
"There's also beef in sauce. It's hot. It's a good cut to go with wine." Ge Erniang took the opportunity to recommend it.
"Cut five pounds off for me." Ximen Lang ordered boldly.
Ge Erniang happily agreed and started to work. First she brought two large plates of beef and put them on the table. Then she brought over a large plastic bucket of sorghum wine containing twenty kilograms. She placed the two large bowls and poured them full.
Two bowls of wine, that's seven taels of wine every night.
Ximen Lang picked up a bowl of wine and said, "Master, you have saved my life. No need to thank me for your kindness. I, Ximen Lang, will remember it in my heart. I'd like to propose a toast to you."
The old monk's eyes became blank and changed again. I don't know if he heard what the young man across from him said. He just stared at the bowl of wine in front of him, swallowed and spit, picked up the wine bowl and put it to his mouth, opened his mouth and clucked.
He drank it down, feeling very generous. In the blink of an eye, he drank the large bowl of wine in one gulp.
Dozens of villagers were watching around the shed, and their eyes widened in surprise when they saw the monk drinking 60-proof sorghum wine like he was devouring cattle. He must be a very good drinker.
However, what surprised them was more than that. Ximen Lang, who was opposite the monk, praised him, "Master, you are so generous!" He put the wine bowl to his mouth and drank it down in one gulp without missing a drop.
A group of villagers were dumbfounded. They didn't expect that this child could have such a good drinking capacity at such a young age.
When the old monk put down the wine bowl, he reached out and grabbed the whole pig's head, opened his big mouth, exposed his white teeth, and bit down on the pig's nose, biting off half of the long pig's nose with relish.
of chewing.
Not only a group of villagers were surprised, but even Ximen Lang felt that this old monk was really a man, he was awesome! He picked up the plastic wine bucket and filled two large bowls with wine, only to see the old monk gnaw the wine into jagged teeth.
He put the pig's head on the table, picked up the wine bowl, opened his mouth and poured it directly into his stomach, completely ignoring that it was 60-proof sorghum wine and just treating it as boiled water.
A smile appeared on Ximen Lang's lips, and he was very enthusiastic. Apart from his father, he had never met a man who drank so much. He picked up the wine bowl and said, "Master, I'll accompany you." He raised his neck and drank again.
Not a drop is left.
When he stood up to pour the wine, Ximen Lang inadvertently glanced at the master's trouser legs. He found that the left trouser leg was very thick, one and a half times as thick as the right trouser leg. There was obviously a foreign object wrapped inside, almost reaching his knees, which surprised him even more.
Incomparable.
You know, it's not like Ximen Lang has never seen Big Bird. His father, Zhang Xiaofeng, is said to be unparalleled in the world. Not only did he inherit his father's good genes, but after practicing Long Yang Jue, the gap between him and his father gradually narrowed. He is also a powerful weapon in the world.
However, when I saw the items hidden in the trousers of the master, I couldn't help but feel ashamed. I sighed secretly, "It's so big in the world, there are all kinds of strange things. This master is really a man among men. He is also a strange man. He is probably as little as a horse crane!"
The old monk ate a large portion of meat and drank from a large bowl. After a while, he actually gnawed away the ten-pound pig's head, leaving only the skull. He threw it to the ground nearby and was picked up by a wild dog that had been waiting for a long time.
As for the wine, I drank about seven or eight bowls, but I didn’t feel drunk at all. I reached out and grabbed a large handful of soy sauce beef and stuffed it into my mouth...