Chapter 779 Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea

"Two jars of good wine."

"A few plates of meat and vegetables, too."

Slap.

As he said that, a pile of white silver ingots was photographed on the table, a total of fifty taels, which stunned the businessmen crossing the river nearby, and said in his heart:

I'm afraid that the salt merchants in the south of the Yangtze River are not so generous, right? Really don't take money as money.

Subconsciously, several eyes turned to the young man who acted like Meng Lang.

About twenty years old, fair-faced and handsome.

If there are only these, everyone can only guess correctly, this is indeed a rich boy, but he not only has no beard, even the top of his head is bald.

No, light twelve ring scars!

You must know that only great monks with profound merits and virtues and who have received the precepts of monks are qualified to burn twelve sticks of incense on their heads, and the young man in front of him, even if he cultivated in his mother's womb since childhood, it is impossible for him to have such a cultivation level.

On the contrary, the sackclothed woman who collected the money was quite calm, with a look of no surprise, she directly picked up the silver taels, and said hesitantly:

"There's meat, but there's not much wine, so maybe there will be another guest in a while."

Before he finished speaking, there was a sound of rustling footsteps on the official road, accompanied by a slight vibration.

Everyone followed the prestige and found no sign of anyone appearing, but in the next moment, a Taoist in a broken robe suddenly appeared on the road.

This person is dressed strangely.

It stands to reason that since he came here, he was going to cross the river north, so he should carry a bag, but he was carrying a huge yellow leather gourd, which looked extremely heavy, and a wooden sword was stuck in his waist.

In addition, although this person is not handsome, he has a calm demeanor. He walks so fast, and his body is not stained with the dust caused by the rush.

"Shopkeeper, poor people can't help eating meat, good wine and good meat, but it doesn't matter."

Before he finished speaking, a golden light flashed.

A gold ingot the size of a baby's fist was thrown over and fell straight into the woman's palm.

"Monk, don't you mind sharing a table with Pindao?"

Before getting a response, he sat on his buttocks.

The merchants couldn't help holding their breath.

Buddhism and Taoism have been incompatible since ancient times, and these two people don't seem to be ordinary people. If they fight in a while, it won't hurt Chi Yu, right?

Thinking of this, the businessmen couldn't help reaching out to the luggage placed on the wooden table, and if the situation was not right, they would run away immediately.

However, the handsome monk didn't care, instead he said rather familiarly: "I thought I'd meet you here, why, you're going to Pengcheng too?"

"Nonsense, if you have learned something, you will naturally have to go to Shili Pavilion for a lap."

The two seemed to be tit for tat, but they were all smiling, and they didn't mean to start a real fire at all.

Seeing this, the merchants all heaved a sigh of relief.

In this world, Taoist priests, monks, nuns, and lone knights, these four kinds of people are the most difficult to mess with.

If it wasn't for the hundreds of miles around, they really didn't want to bite the bullet and stay at this ferry.

Hearing the words "Shili Pavilion", the hesitant woman no longer struggled, put all the gold and silver into her bosom, and shouted to the squat firehouse next to her:

"Ah Shan, a Taoist master and a Buddha master have come outside, and they are going to Shili Pavilion to eat meat."

"OK!"

An angry voice came, "Serve the two masters first."

Hearing this, the woman did not hesitate, ran not far away, opened a pile of straw, took out four small altars from the pit, walked quickly to the table, and said softly:

"Slow down, slow down."

"There is still half a deer in the fire room. After a while, ask the head of the house to cut off a deer leg and roast it for the two masters."

Beside, the merchant couldn't help swallowing.

They only have warm steamed buns with thick noodles on the table, and they are amazingly served with some pickles and fried wild vegetables.

And the other table had wine and meat, and it was venison that could be called the top grade of meat.

Of course, no one dared to come out and make trouble, they just blamed the store secretly and watched people order food!

"Venison?" The handsome monk raised his brows and said with a smile, "The store is interested."

Deer is the most clean animal among mammals. The meat is delicate, not fishy or dry, which is really good.

So, he took out another gold ingot and put it on the table, and continued: "My little monk wants to find out who has passed by recently and is going to Shili Pavilion."

Just now, when the woman was talking to her man, she specifically mentioned Shiliting, so I asked this question.

Calabash Taoist also restrained his smile, raised his eyes to look at the woman in front of him, his face was full of searching.

"Since yesterday, two Taoist masters, one Buddhist master, and one official master have rested here, and they all talked about Shili Pavilion."

The woman didn't hide anything, she didn't need to ask for details, she said bluntly: "These four all have great magic power, one Taoist leaped straight across the Yangtze River's natural moat, and the other walked on the raging river as if walking on flat ground. Slowly, but in the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the misty river mist."

"What about the monk?"

Although Zhao Feng had ring scars on himself, there was no respect for his comrades in his words.

"I broke a reed from the riverside, stepped on it, and crossed the Yangtze River."

Words are full of worship.

Gao Qian, who was dressed as a Taoist priest, had a weird expression on his face. He held back for a long time, and said: "In ancient times, the ancestor Bodhidharma crossed the river with a reed, and now there is an unnamed monk who followed suit, pretending... ahem, and the effect is directly full."

He said it very implicitly.

However, Zhao Feng understood, and he sighed in his heart. In fact, since he got the Buddhist inheritance, he made up his mind that this time when he crossed the river north, he had to follow the old example of crossing the river with a reed.

Nowadays, what can be done to be regarded as the best in front of others?

"Well, what about the officials?"

The subject changed, and he no longer entangled with the monk.

"Just begged for three bowls of wine in front of the stall, and then rode a colorful tiger into the river."

Compared with the previous three, this method is not too ostentatious, just three bowls of wine, plus a tiger demon, this...

The more I think about it, the more strange it becomes.

"What about you two, have you figured out how to cross the river?"

Suddenly, a clear voice sounded.

The merchant and the woman have not felt anything yet.

Gao Qian and Zhao Feng were startled, stood up unconsciously, and put on a guard posture.

However, when they saw who was coming, smiles immediately appeared on their faces, even with a hint of flattery.

"I didn't expect to meet you here."

I saw a mighty black bull appearing on the official road, on top of which sat a man with a goose feather sword on his waist and a bamboo hat on his head.

Anticipation rose in the woman's heart.

In the past two days, her stall has received many strange people and strangers, and she is more and more curious about the means by which the three people in front of her will cross the river.

Especially the bull rider, who can make a monk or a monk so solemn, must have great magic power.

"I didn't expect to meet you two here."

"Where's Bai Yu?"

Lu Li jumped off the bull's back and walked towards the stall.

Zhao Feng, Gao Qian, and Bai Yu, these three people followed him in the last world, especially Bai Yu, in the final scene, he created an opportunity for him at the cost of his life.

"Never encountered."

"All right."

Lu Li nodded without hesitation, turned to look at the two people in front of him, and asked, "Do you want to go to Pengcheng with me?"

"I can't ask for more."

Whoever eats meat drinks soup.

It is clear at a glance.

However, even so, the people who drink soup are full of joy.