In the surrounding Guangyuan County, Yuqing River, and several counties and villages, it was clear that autumn rain was falling continuously, one after another.
Unfortunately, the sun is shining brightly in Pingsha Town, and there has been no wind or rain for several days.
The air was filled with the smell of hot and dry sand, which made the mouth go dry.
On the first floor of the inn, the morning light penetrates through the window lattice and shines on the clean square tables.
The breeze blew in my face and there was a buzz of people.
Those who have breakfast, those who rest, those who drink tea, those who pay the bills, those who look for carriages... and those who tease the female shopkeeper.
The new female shopkeeper, whose surname is Qi and whose twin names are Zhen'er, claims to be Mrs. Cui's cousin.
At the age of twenty, she is no longer the young lady who blushes without saying a few words.
Most of the time, she would lazily hold her chin up and squint her eyes to look at the clear sky outside.
Her arms were stretched horizontally, her low neckline showed her youthful beauty, and her charming and sultry posture made many male guests turn their attention.
There were also many people who believed in Kong Wu's strength or were young and romantic people who came forward to strike up a conversation.
"Shopkeeper, where did your cousin Lady Cui go? Will she come back?"
"She, it's probably unlikely. Her uncle arranged for her to get married, and it's said that her family owns a pawn shop in the county town."
"What about you, Shopkeeper Qi? Do you have a husband?"
"If I have a husband, why would I come here to listen to your noise?"
"Haha, how about Shopkeeper Qi simply choose a lover among us? If we get married today, we can also have a wedding banquet."
"Giggle... I'm laughing so hard."
"Is it possible that Shopkeeper Qi's vision is too high and none of us can catch his eye?"
"Not really, but how do I know which of you is alone, who is raising a family, and whether there is a spoiled and jealous wife in a distant land? I don't want to be that evil woman who makes you abandon your wife."
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"Amitabha, a plain cake, and a plate of dried orchids."
The gentle sound of Buddha's trumpet interrupted Qi Zhener's teasing with several guests nearby.
She looked sideways, her mind wandering slightly, and she couldn't move her eyes away.
The young monk has a body like a jade tree and long eyebrows like a willow tree.
His smooth and white face exuded an angular and cold look, and in his dark and deep eyes, there was a faint smile.
Put your palms together and perform a Buddhist salute towards yourself.
After being stunned for a short time, Qi Zhener calmed down.
She recalled quickly and finally remembered that this was the guest in the south-facing room on the second floor.
According to the waiter's report, when Cui Ying'er was still there, he gave free alms to a young traveling monk who was passing by.
But this walking monk is a little weird. He almost never leaves the house and has no idea what he is doing in the house all day long.
She was thinking.
Zhou Yi had taken out a bunch of copper coins from his sleeve and placed them gently on the counter.
"The extra money is considered as rent money."
Having whores for free feels good for a while, and keeps doing it for free... Does the young monk look like the kind of poor monk who is short of money?
"Grandpa, that monk actually paid for it!"
"Shhh... keep your voice down, rich monks may not be real monks."
"What about the monk who has no money?"
"Haha, in today's world, how can there be any true monks?"
"The monk with his concubine and slaves I met in Bashang County a few days ago is also a fake, right?"
"Bah, that's just a rural landowner. Buddhism disappeared long before you were born. Hey, you have never seen how real monks are quiet and have no desires, teaching people to be good. It's a pity that these thousands of
There are tens of thousands of monks in the temple, but in just a few years, they are gone..."
Zhou Yi silently listened to the whispers of a grandfather and grandson in the hall behind him.
Judging from their clothes, their belongings, and the mechanical dolls in their bamboo boxes and swags, they must be jugglers who have wandered around the world... and they can be considered one of the traditional crafts.
Although the old juggler had a lot of disdain for the monks.
It is not difficult to see that he still has some nostalgia for the orthodox Buddhism that encouraged people to do good more than 20 years ago.
He doesn't necessarily believe in Buddhism, and maybe he didn't have much favorable impressions of Buddhist monks more than 20 years ago.
But things in the world are generally like this.
When something is no longer there, has disappeared, or has changed...if you look back and look at it, you may be able to discover the meaning of its past existence.
The merchants at a nearby table were having a heated fight with the handsome shopkeeper Qi.
Naturally, they were extremely dissatisfied when a young monk suddenly interrupted their conversation.
"Hey, monks don't need to beg for alms these days? They are all rich men."
"Shopkeeper Qi, you have to use your tactics wisely. There are a lot of fake monks in this world who talk sweet words and deceive you. Don't be deceived by these fake monks."
"The world is really in decline, and fake monks also like to pick out young ladies to seduce."
The originally noisy inn was drowned out by the voices of this table of guests, and all the guests scattered in the lobby heard it. They couldn't help but look at Zhou Yi, with different eyes, and they also whispered to each other, and started talking in low voices in twos and threes.
Most of them, like the grandfather and grandson, traveled all over the world and wandered around the world. Naturally, they knew that there were no true monks in the world.
The few monks I occasionally encounter are deceivers and deceivers under the guise of Buddhism.
Zhou Yi didn't feel dissatisfied when he heard the malicious words everywhere, there was a smile on his lips and his eyes were quiet.
Worldly stereotypes cannot be changed overnight.
He had already realized this since he discovered that he was bald.
So...it's finally time for the long-awaited breakthrough in acting.
Oh no, it seemed that there had already been an outbreak when I rescued Xue Yuanshan not long ago. Unfortunately, Xue Yuanshan withered too quickly and was not satisfactory.
He raised his robe sleeves as if to wave his hand casually.
The health-preserving power turned into an invisible aura and swept towards the table.
thump!
The middle-aged businessman who shouted the loudest at the table sat empty.
His center of gravity was unstable and he fell to the ground.
"Ouch!"
The wooden chair scraped against the ground, making a harsh sound and moving quickly.
It was as if there was an invisible hand, pulling it and sliding it to Zhou Yi's side.
Zhou Yi picked up the sweat towel hanging on the wall, gently wiped the wooden chair, and then sat down like a golden sword.
He tapped the arm of the chair with his fingers, slowly raised one corner of his mouth, turned his head, and scanned all the guests present.
The inn suddenly became quiet.
Everyone shut their mouths tightly and buried themselves in eating their breakfast.
Everyone on the table of foot traders looked ugly and restless.
How could they not see that the "evil monk" in the hall was actually a martial artist who was far beyond their ability to provoke?
"Kekeke... why is Buddha so angry this early in the morning?"
Qi Zhener swayed her uncontrollably thin waist and walked out from behind the counter with a smile.
He secretly winked at the waiter who was not far away.
"Lord, I always get very angry in the morning."
Zhou Yi sneered, tilted his mouth, and raised his fingers towards Qi Zhen'er: "Little lady, why don't you come up quickly and give Buddha a squeeze on your legs to warm your body and vent your anger?"
Qi Zhener chuckled, but there was a strangeness in his eyes, and then became cold... When this monk's mouth was not crooked, he really couldn't see such evil nature.
Several young and strong guests raised their heads with dissatisfaction on their faces.
Snapped!
Zhou Yi slapped his palm on the wooden cabinet, making everyone's heads buzz like a thunderbolt.
Then he turned his head again, swept the crowd with his cold eyes, and shouted meaningfully:
"You people, if you don't want to live, just stay.
If you want to live, roll as far as you can for Buddha!"