If you stay at an inn, you can give a sloppy Taoist priest two bowls of porridge for the rest of your life.
But as soon as you enter the city, set up a stall, and the task is being completed, the system regulations cannot be violated.
I added another five cents for the rest of my life, making ten cents, which was enough for the sloppy Taoist priest to have a full meal nearby, but the sloppy Taoist priest still refused to leave.
He held up a bowl tremblingly, just to ask for a bowl of porridge. He was really pitiful.
"Little shopkeeper, you are too unkind." Zhuang Zisheng said.
"Yes, yes." Perhaps it was an agreement, but many people in the crowd began to condemn Yu Sheng.
Yu Sheng had no choice but to ask the system, "How about I buy him a bowl of porridge?"
System: "Can you do this like taking off your pants and farting?"
"At least my pants aren't dirty." After Yu Sheng quibbled, he could only find another way.
While he was racking his brains, Zhou Jiufeng, who knew Yu Sheng had many rules, spoke up to help Yu Sheng get out of trouble.
"Rules are rules, how can you force others to do something difficult?" Zhou Jiufeng said, "I bought it for him."
Yu Sheng breathed a sigh of relief and sighed to Chu Sheng: "How come there is such a big gap between the lives of these young couples?"
Zhuang Zisheng frowned, suppressed his anger, and pushed the money back, "I bought this bowl of porridge."
The servant behind him quickly took out the money.
The sloppy Taoist priest held up a broken bowl, and Bai Gaoxing followed his instructions and scooped two spoons of porridge into it.
After the third boy got down, he thought that the bowl would be even with the opening of the bowl, but to his surprise, the porridge was still not full.
Bai Gaoxing thought he had made a mistake, and after scooping another spoonful of porridge, he was about to turn around when he heard the sloppy Taoist priest say: "The girl bought me a bowl of porridge, and it's not full yet."
Bai Gaoxing looked at the bowl again and found that it was still a little worse. He frowned slightly and took another spoonful, but saw that the porridge had not risen at all.
"It's bad, it's a scam." Bai Gaoxing felt a thump in his heart.
"Get down quickly, get down quickly." The sloppy Taoist priest urged him.
"Shopkeeper, look." Bai Gaoxing called Yu Sheng over and added another spoonful, but the porridge still hadn't risen.
"Pour it down quickly, pour it down quickly, it's not enough for one bowl." The sloppy Taoist priest urged, "A real man spits on you and nails it. If you say a bowl, you will get a bowl."
"I don't believe it." Yu Sheng poured two tablespoons of the porridge down, but the porridge was still not full.
"You stinking Taoist priest, you're a fool." Yu Sheng was angry. He grabbed the broken bowl with his hands and saw that the broken bowl was very ordinary, but there wasn't much porridge in the bowl.
The sloppy Taoist priest sat down on the ground and said, "Come and see, we've been robbed. I didn't even give the old Taoist porridge to me, and even took the bowl away."
Seeing the exaggerated acting skills of the old Taoist priest, Yu Sheng took a bowl of his own.
He poured the porridge from the broken bowl into it, "Our dog only uses this bowl, I'll get you a new one." Yu Sheng said through gritted teeth.
He came here to find a place, but now he was entangled by a sloppy Taoist priest, and he was very annoyed.
Unexpectedly, when the porridge in the broken bowl was poured into the new bowl, there was still not much porridge. The same thing happened when Yu Sheng, an unbeliever, added another spoonful.
The sloppy Taoist priest snatched the broken bowl away, his face expressionless with furrows and grooves, and he could only look at Yu Sheng with a very evil look in his eyes.
"A bowl of porridge, hurry up and add more." He said to Yu Sheng, and then turned to the crowd and said, "Taoist priests are not stingy, come here, come and treat everyone to some porridge."
The person behind was already prepared and came over with a bowl. The sloppy Taoist priest poured it down and a bowl of porridge came out of the empty and broken bowl.
"Wow" and "ok" the onlookers couldn't help but clapped their hands and applauded.
Yu Sheng was stunned. He looked at Cai Ming. The grandson was watching his joke with a proud look on his face.
Zhuang Zisheng expressed his surprise exaggeratedly, and then pretended to be profound. Yu Sheng estimated that if Zhou Jiufeng hadn't been sitting nearby, he would definitely have the same character as Cai Ming.
"I wish you a lifetime of tracheitis." Yu Sheng said to him, making Zhuang Zisheng couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
Yu Sheng asked the system again in his thoughts: "This sloppy Taoist priest deliberately came to cause trouble, why don't you punish him a little bit?"
The system said: "The system only restrains the host. God does not allow the system to punish others."
"That's right, you will only lose a single merit point at most, which is much weaker than those who are obliterating them at every turn." Yu Sheng said.
"Get down quickly, get down quickly." The sloppy Taoist priest urged him again.
Yu Sheng put away the spoon and said, "I won't sell this porridge anymore."
Zhuang Zisheng said: "Little shopkeeper, the most taboo thing in business is to be dishonest. I have paid all the money, and you..."
Zhou Jiufeng interrupted him by slamming the table, "Did you invite this Taoist priest?"
Zhuang Zisheng shook his head hurriedly and said sincerely: "It has nothing to do with me, really."
Zhou Jiufeng had no way to verify it, so he could only say: "We won't buy this bowl of porridge."
The sloppy Taoist priest was stunned, and Bai Gaoxing took the opportunity to grab the new bowl.
"Your porridge is always for sale." The sloppy Taoist priest smiled "haha".
He sat cross-legged on the ground and took a sip of porridge from the empty broken bowl, "It's really good."
Immediately a rich man walked out next to him and happily ordered a bowl of porridge.
Yu Sheng took a new bowl and inspected it carefully. If there was nothing unusual, he carefully served the porridge.
What worried him happened again. The porridge stopped at half the level and could no longer be filled, and the old Taoist priest was giving porridge again.
"Shopkeeper, what should I do? This stinking Taoist priest has magical powers and we can't fight him." Ye Zigao asked in a low voice.
"Can't you summon a dragon?" He placed his hopes on Ye Zigao for the rest of his life.
Ye Zigao covered his lower body, "No, no, what if I'm beheaded by the city lord?"
What are you doing covering your lower body?
Yu Sheng looked away in confusion, looked helplessly at the porridge bowl, and then at the old Taoist priest who was serving the porridge.
"Are you going to retire after failure?" Yu Sheng was very unwilling.
He sighed and said decisively: "Pour, pour the porridge, I want to see how much he can hold."
In his opinion, this spell of transferring porridge must consume mana.
Seeing Yu Sheng's seriousness, Bai Gaoxing and Ye Zigao quickly added porridge to their bowls.
There were ten bowls of porridge, but the porridge in the bowls had not yet risen. Yu Sheng stamped his feet and asked them to carry the porridge bucket to pour it.
A flash of sword light flashed in the sky, making the sloppy Taoist priest feel a little frightened.
But he didn't take it easy and continued to pour porridge to others with a smile. Even the waiter at Shangxinlou brought a large basin to hold the porridge.
I hate this for the rest of my life, especially when I see Cai Ming’s facial features squeezed together, making him look like a dog.
"I have to bring my dog here tomorrow so that you brothers can kill each other." Yu Sheng glared at Cai Ming fiercely and also helped pour the porridge.
Maybe he was panicking, maybe because his eyes were on Cai Ming, Yu Sheng was negligent for a moment, and the spikes on the ring pricked his finger.
He shook and struggled, and a drop of blood fell into the porridge bucket and disappeared.
No one was seen.
Another bucket of porridge was poured out.
Ye Zigao and Bai happily lifted the bucket of porridge.
As soon as he poured the porridge into the bowl, there was a "bang" sound, and the broken bowl in the Taoist priest's hand exploded.
The porridge all over the sky burst out as the broken bowl turned into powder, pouring on Zhuang Zisheng and Cai Ming.
At the same time, the blood spit out by the sloppy Taoist priest kept spraying out like a broken faucet.
I don't know why, for the rest of my life, I always felt that someone said "Your mother is here to cook for me", which made the sloppy Taoist priest look like this.
The sloppy Taoist priest covered his chest and barely stopped the blood spurting. When he was doing his exercises to heal his injuries, he realized that all his magic power had disappeared and he could not use it at all.
"My magic, my Taoism." The sloppy Taoist priest became anxious, and his face was finally filled with ravages.
"How could this happen? How could this happen?" He fell into the porridge in a panic like an ant on a hot pot, groping around.