Main Text Chapter 49 Miaofa Temple (IV)

Seeing that he was about to get out of control, Zhang Shucheng shouted loudly: "Stop!"

He quickly walked between the two of them to smooth things over, pushed Mo Shengtu away from the landlady, and at the same time reached out to press down the gun in Miao Yi's hand, "We are all our own people, don't let trivial matters interfere with business."

He turned around and smiled at the landlady: "Boss, please calm down. I have no other intention. I just want to lend you the cooking utensils and make some tea."

The landlady said calmly: "There is no need to bother the bodyguards to do some small things themselves. Cook, please help the bodyguards to make some hot tea."

"Hey!" The cook responded, but Zhang Shucheng stretched out his hand to stop him, "My brother was offended just now, and it's not too late to apologize, so why bother bothering him anymore." After saying that, he pushed Mo Shengtu, "Why don't you go get some water? ”

Mo Shengtu suppressed the gloom on his face, a stern look flashed in his eyes, he took the bucket from the ground in a muffled voice, and strode outside the stormy palace.

Zhang Shucheng took the pot, took Miao Yi back with him, and put the pot on the fire.

The proprietress noticed the strange look in Mo Shengtu's eyes, and then she looked like she was used to seeing customers. She seemed not to worry about what happened just now. She stretched out charmingly and smiled at several of her subordinates: "Everyone, pack up." Get ready and go to bed early! We have to go on the road tomorrow morning.”

As he spoke, he glanced at the cook inadvertently, raised his eyebrows, and the cook nodded knowingly.

Several people agreed and immediately started to pack their things, but the cook took off his clothes that got wet when he went out to wash dishes, and went to the back hall to wring out the water.

The landlady twisted her soft waist and lay down on the Xiangfei couch again. The scene was so tempting that even Zhang Shucheng couldn't help but stare at it. Unfortunately, the Confucian scholar immediately went over and buttoned up the pink gauze curtain. , covering up the sultry spring scenery, but adding a bit of reverie.

The wind and rain were swaying outside the palace. By the ancient well between the two ancient locust trees, Mo Shengtu fetched a bucket of water. After looking around, he quickly took out a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve, opened it, and poured the white powder into the bucket. He put away the small porcelain bottle, put another red pill into his mouth, and then hurried back with a bucket of water.

On the roof of the main hall, the cook appeared on top despite the wind and rain. After seeing what Mo Shengtu did, he quickly left.

Mo Shengtu returned to the hall and added water from the bucket to the iron pot. The bottom of the iron pot was a little red, and the cold water made a popping sound.

The cook also returned to the main hall, picked up the bowls and plates on the floor, and took advantage of the situation to pinch some ashes on the ground. When he turned his back to Miao Yi and the others, he sprinkled the ashes in his hand into the bowl towards Xiang Fei's couch, indicating that He noticed what Mo Shengtu did outside just now.

The other people glanced at Xiang Fei's couch intentionally or unintentionally, but the proprietress in the gauze curtain just turned around lazily, seemingly waving her hand inadvertently.

A few people understood and continued to clean up their own things.

It was windy and rainy outside the palace, and the ancient locust trees in the courtyard were whistling in the wind and rain.

The main hall is quiet. Under the flickering firelight, the tall Buddha statue sitting on the lotus platform in the center is dim. The old and damaged Arhats or Bodhisattvas on both sides are all strange and strange. The projections on the walls are even longer, shorter, thinner, and stronger. , unpredictable as demons and monsters.

The sound of boiling water rolling in the iron pot on the fire shelf was heard. Mo Shengtu took out a jar from his luggage, opened it, took out a handful of tea leaves, and sprinkled it into the boiling iron pot.

Zhang Shucheng took the opportunity and quietly took a red pill into his mouth.

After a while, a fragrant aroma of tea floated from the iron pot. Zhang Shucheng removed the big fire from the fire below, keeping it on a small fire to keep warm, and took three bowls to ladle hot tea.

At this moment, the cook and the Confucian scholar over there came over with a bowl. The Confucian scholar bowed his waist and smiled and asked, "Can I ask for a cup of hot tea?"

Zhang Shucheng and Mo Shengtu looked at each other. The former smiled and reached for the teapot, "You're welcome, just use it!"

"Thank you!" The two thanked them repeatedly.

The cook accidentally stood in front of Miao Yi and wandered around to get tea.

Miao Yi's eyes fell on his back and he was startled. On the clothes on the cook's back that were not dry yet, he actually wrote five words with charcoal: There is something in the tea!

Miao Yi raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at the tea pot on the fire, picked up the silver gun on the side, lifted up a corner of his clothes and slowly wiped the tip of the gun, rubbing hard.

The cook and the Confucian scholar each scooped out a bowl of hot tea and bowed in thanks. When they turned around, the Confucian scholar seemed to have inadvertently blocked the cook's back and returned.

The two of them looked like the tea was very hot and ran back quickly with sighs. Unexpectedly, just as they returned to their fire, the two of them accidentally bumped into each other.

Bang! Two porcelain bowls filled with hot tea were dropped and shattered on the floor.

The two people who missed it looked at each other, and Miao Yi glanced at Miao Yi who was wiping the tip of his gun.

Zhang Shucheng here smiled and said: "There is half a pot of tea, and the three of me can't finish it. If you want to drink, you can come and get it. You're welcome."

Then he stuffed two bowls of scooped tea into Mo Shengtu's hands and gave him a gentle push. "It was your fault just now. Why don't you go and ask Brother Miao for help?"

Mo Shengtu took the tea into his hand with understanding, walked to Miao Yi, and said with a sincere expression: "Brother Miao, I was obsessed with you just now, and I have offended you so much. After drinking this bowl of tea, we will How about this matter being revealed!"

Miao Yi, who was cleaning his gun, stood up with the gun in his hand and looked at him quietly.

"I was wrong just now." Mo Shengtu said sincerely, and presented a bowl of tea to Miao Yi again, asking him to accept it. He looked like he was sincerely apologizing.

Miao Yi didn't answer, looked at Zhang Shucheng, and asked: "There was something wrong with me just now. Was Brother Mo too polite? How can I bear it?"

Zhang Shucheng, who was holding a cup of tea, was immediately led over and acted as a middleman, saying: "No matter who is right or wrong, everyone drinks this cup of tea, laughs off all grudges, and never blames the past!"

"In that case, Miao Yi will respectfully obey your order!" Miao Yi reached out to take the tea from Mo Shengtu's hand, raised the bowl to the two and said: "Drink together!"

"Drink together!" The two nodded with a smile.

The three of them clinked their tea bowls, smiled at each other, put the tea to their lips, raised their heads and drank.

The Confucian scholar and the cook over there looked at each other with doubts in their eyes, as if to say, didn't he see the hint just now?

Who knew that the sudden change happened in an instant, making the Confucian scholar and the cook's eyes widen instantly!

Puff!

Taking advantage of the moment when Mo Shengtu and Zhang Shucheng's tea bowls blocked their faces, the silver-bright gun in Miao Yi's hand flashed and disappeared, and pierced into Mo Shengtu's heart with lightning speed.

Before Mo Shengtu could scream, the bloody gun tip exposed from his back angrily swept towards Zhang Shucheng beside him.

Zhang Shucheng realized something was wrong and quickly dodged, but it was too late.

An arm instantly flew away from his body, and the bloody gun tip swept into his armpit.

Fortunately, he was the second person to be attacked, so he had some time to react, otherwise his entire body would have been cut in half by the chest.