But as soon as they heard that Shitan was free of charge, these people were as excited as if they had been given blood. They gathered around and wanted to drink for Monk Hua.
"Ten altars?" The hotel owner smiled, "Okay, if you can really finish the ten altars, I will waive everyone's orders today."
"Okay, bring the wine." Monk Hua slapped the table and stood up unsteadily.
This guy and Lin Yu have already drank two jars before. If we add ten jars, it will be twelve jars. Does this guy really think of him as the god of wine? Lin Yu shook his head speechlessly while watching. They haven't seen each other in a few years.
This meat-and-wine monk really lives up to his name.
Soon, ten jars of wine were brought up. This wine was brewed by the owner of the hotel. It was very strong. Each jar of wine was sealed with mud. Without saying anything, Monk Hua picked up a jar of wine and smashed it with his palm.
After sealing the mud, he raised his head, lifted the jar, and poured down the wine. In less than a moment, all the wine in the jar was drunk.
"Okay, coming."
The onlookers applauded.
Monk Hua wiped his mouth, then he stepped forward, slammed his right foot on the ground, and with a bang, a burst of true energy surged out. His white monk's robe puffed up without the wind, and a jar of wine was blown by him.
His true energy flew away, and he suddenly jumped into the air, holding the wine jar with one hand in a beautiful gesture.
Opening the sealing mud, he leaned back and his body was bent in mid-air in a strange posture. Then he opened the sealing mud, raised his head and poured it into his mouth.
His body leaned back, almost lying flat, but he didn't know what support points supported his body, preventing him from falling to the ground. This scene made the people in front of him go crazy, and everyone applauded desperately.
Only then did they realize that this fair-weather monk had some real abilities.
The second jar of wine quickly bottomed out, followed by the third jar and the fourth jar.
Monk Hua was drinking, and the shopkeeper was watching quietly. He would applaud every time he drank a jar, but he didn't believe that Monk Hua could really drink five jars. The wine he brewed was a recipe passed down from his ancestors.
, he also likes to drink, and he is a kindred spirit with Monk Hua.
And he also has a special skill, that is, as long as he likes to drink, he can roughly tell how much alcohol he drinks at a glance.
He saw that Monk Hua could drink, and his psychological expectation was that Monk Hua could drink at most five jars of wine. Including the two jars he drank before, he could still drink at most three jars.
But what he never expected was that Monk Hua drank more wine than he expected.
Soon, the sixth jar of wine was also poured down. Monk Hua wiped his mouth and said with a smile: "Boss, I will continue to drink."
"Okay, please do as you please." The owner of the hotel also responded with a smile. He expected that Monk Dinghua was almost drunk. It was probably just this jar. After drinking this jar, he didn't believe that the monk could still drink.
However, Monk Hua is a monk who never disappoints anyone. On the sixth and seventh altars, the hotel owner’s face also changed from sunny to gloomy. He expected that Monk Hua would be knocked down by the next jar of wine.
But he was disappointed, because this grandson was very drunk now. It seemed that he would fall to the ground after drinking a little, but this guy would not fall down no matter how much he drank.
Unknowingly, the tenth jar of wine was lifted by Monk Hua.
"Donors, fortunately you have fulfilled your mission. This is the last altar. After I finish drinking, everyone will be exempted from the bill today. Please remember that the poor monk's name is Xiaohua. Today, we have become a couple.
Good luck."
Monk Hua paid tribute to everyone in a grand manner, then he picked up the last jar of wine and drank it down. Before he knew it, the jar of wine had reached the bottom.
There was a burst of cheers from the crowd, and someone shouted: "Well done, Master."
"Well, let's admit defeat." Monk Hua said to the hotel owner with a smile.
"I... I admit defeat. There are so many people who can drink, so I will accept you." The hotel owner gave Monk Hua a thumbs up, and then he said with some frustration: "Today's order is free of charge."
"Okay, here's a toast to the boss."
"Yes, you must give the boss a toast." The diners here kept cheering. Today's meal was really worth it.
The hotel owner was on the verge of tears. His heart was almost bleeding. He had to go back and calculate how much he had lost today.
"Boss, your wine is good, but I have a better recipe." Lin Yu felt a little guilty. The flower monk was cheating people everywhere, so he wrote down a recipe and gave it to the boss.
"What is this?" The hotel owner took the formula, looked at it for a few times, and then asked Lin Yu with some confusion.
"This is a formula for medicinal wine. It strengthens the kidneys and spleen, and prolongs life. You know." Lin Yu gave the boss a "you know what" look, then grabbed the flower monk and walked out.
"Hey, wait a minute." The boss wanted to ask something else, but Lin Yu had already walked away.
"Is this true?" The hotel owner looked at the formula in his hand and said to himself, but because of his love for wine, he decided to give this formula a try.
But he never dreamed that with this formula, he would become the CEO of a health care product company in the future. By putting down that extraordinary health-preserving wine, he would make his company go public within three years, creating a business legend.
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Of course, these are all things for later and have nothing to do with this article.
Lin Yu dragged Monk Hua straight up to the peak. The solitary peak on this mountain may be the highest place in Suzhou and Hangzhou. Monk Hua had just drank a lot of wine, so Lin Yu threw him to the top of the mountain.
The guy covered his mouth and ran to the side and vomited wildly.
"You have to save face and suffer the consequences." Lin Yu made a speechless comment on Monk Hua, and then stood quietly watching the guy rant.
"Bring it here." After vomiting for a long time, Monk Hua couldn't vomit anything anymore. All he vomited was water. He ran to Lin Yu and stretched out his hand.
"What?" Chu Yu asked inexplicably.
"Don't pretend, hangover medicine." Monk Hua gritted his teeth and said, "When I was in the hotel just now, I winked at you and wanted to lend you a medicine to use, but your grandson pretended to be deaf and mute and ignored me.
I have suffered so much."
When it comes to this, Monk Hua is somewhat resentful. Yes, he has a good drinking capacity, but he is not yet at the point where he can drink a thousand glasses without stopping.
Especially since the wine in this hotel is home-brewed, it is very strong and the amount of wine spent on a monk is actually the amount of an altar. But for this bet, he held on to prevent himself from falling down.
Originally, he gave Lin Yu a wink and wanted to ask Lin Yu for some hangover medicine, but he didn't expect that Lin Yu would actually pretend to be crazy and act like a fool. As the successor of Guigu Medical School, as Yichen
As a close disciple of Zhenren, as a medical immortal, he could be so shameless. When he saw his friend drinking, he didn't help him.