The sky was getting dark, the wind and snow were coming again, and the setting sun was gone. Only a faint blush could be seen in the western sky.
The entire world was like an ink painting, bathed in a hazy curtain.
Under the long table, the heater was running low, and the heat was surging. There was a tablecloth gathered around it, so the heat could not leak out.
Xiaomi was lying on the table, her face warm. She was munching on melon seeds and singing opera storytelling that she had heard from somewhere, entertaining herself.
not long after
Su Xuan boiled the soup and filled the copper furnace with charcoal. He brought it to the table and a rich fragrance filled the air.
"Eat as much as you want. It's my treat."
With a wave of his hand, Su Xuan took the lead and poured two plates of mutton into the copper pot. He then scooped half a spoonful of thick soup into the water and stirred it with his chopsticks. It was bright red.
Xiaomi followed suit and poured all kinds of side dishes into the pot. She rubbed her hands and waited for the meat to be cooked.
"We can start eating."
Su Xuan picked up a piece of mutton and dipped it in the soup. He then dipped it in water and placed it in his mouth.
It was truly a delicacy.
"Delicious."
"I've never eaten such delicious mutton before.”
Xiao Mi said randomly.
However, her hands did not stop moving.
Compared to Xiao Mi, his movements were much more elegant, neither hurried nor slow. He even poured a cup of green wine into his throat.
Paired with the hot and spicy mutton, it could be said to be a masterpiece.
Plate after plate of mutton was poured down, and soon, two tall piles of plates were piled up on the table.
Amy ate until her belly was round. She patted her belly with her left hand and picked her teeth with her right hand.
"Shopkeeper Lyu, when I become rich in the future, I will treat you to mutton hotpot.”
Xiao Mi said proudly.
"Sure."
Su Xuan nodded with a smile and continued eating. He was only 50% full, and a single mutton hotpot had already eaten half of his profits for the day.
He didn't feel bad about it. After all, his family had a big business and didn't lack anything.
"We'll bring a stove out later so that we can sleep better at night.”
After he finished eating, Xiaomi washed the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen. She filled the water tank with water before happily carrying the stove and the leftovers to the little nest outside.
It was a simple house built with a few wooden planks under the eaves of the house at the corner of the street.
Su Xuan burped and sat beside the warm table. He warmed himself up by the fire and read a book, leaving the inn's door ajar.
The wind and snow roared, blowing against the doors and windows.
The candles in the hall flickered, and the light was unstable.
Late at night, the entire Qixia Town was immersed in the darkness of the night, drowned by the wind and snow.
An old monk in a kasaya walked into the old town under the heavy snow, but the shops on both sides of the street were closed, and even the lights were out.
"The wind and snow are too heavy. We have to find a place to stay.”
The old monk thought to himself as he walked along the snowy street. From afar, he saw a faint light standing in the dark night. His eyes lit up.
As he walked closer, he could see that although the door of the inn was ajar, there was a sign that said it was closed.
The old monk knocked on the door of the inn with the intention of giving it a try.
"What is it? This shop is closed. If you want to rest, please go elsewhere.”
In the hall, Su Xuan said without raising his head.
The old monk stood in front of the door and put his palms together.""Amitabha. Patron, please do me a favor and temporarily lend me a place to shelter from the wind and snow.”
A monk?
Su Xuan raised his head and looked at the figure outside the door. He said softly,""Master, please come in."
The old monk pushed open the door and entered. He bowed and said,"Thank you for opening the door."”
"No worries."
After Su Xuan confirmed that it was an old monk, he had more plans in his heart. He stood up from his chair with a warm smile on his face.
"Where did you come from, Master?"
he asked.
"I am a monk of the Bitter Zen Temple. I have been traveling all over the world. When I first arrived in Guanzhong, I encountered a blizzard and the road ahead was difficult.”
The old monk wiped the snow off his face.
"So it's the eminent monk of the Bitter Zen Temple."
Su Xuan was surprised and his attitude became even more enthusiastic. He took the bamboo basket from the old monk's back and went to the kitchen to cook a bowl of noodles.
"Master, braving the wind and snow, eat a bowl of plain noodles and drink a cup of hot tea to warm your body.”
The old monk was flattered.
Su Xuan apologized." This humble abode is simple and crude. There's only this much food. There are quite a few meat dishes, but even the master can't eat them.”
"A bowl of hot noodles and a cup of hot tea is enough."”
Usually, when traveling around, the rich would roll their eyes at him, while the poor would give generously.
Now that he was in Qixia Town and received such warm hospitality from Su Xuan, the old monk had a good impression of the young man in front of him.
"Master, I have a rule in this shop.”
Su Xuan replied," We only sell ten tables of food and wine every day, and we won't receive any customers. The ten tables today have already been sold out, so we shouldn't be open. However, Master is a monk, so I'll make it convenient for you."
There's hot water in the room upstairs. After the chef finishes eating, just go up and rest. I won't take a single cent, so it's not considered breaking my rules.”
One had to pay attention to the way one spoke. Just like now, a few short sentences had greatly improved the old monk's impression of Su Xuan.
The Bitter Zen Temple was a first-class sect in the Nine States. It was known as the leader of Buddhism along with Shaolin.
One in the south and one in the north, they were also known as the Five Monasteries of the Central Plains together with Shaolin, Prajna, and Flower-pinching Sect.
Buddhism had a long history, and martial arts was also one of his strengths.
Thirty years ago, the abbot of the Bitter Zen Monastery, the Heavenly Monk Jian Kong, was born. He had stepped on the three demonic sects and shocked the world.
Since this old monk was a monk of the Bitter Zen Temple and could travel alone, he must be an extraordinary figure.
What Su Xuan lacked the most right now was a martial arts treasure vault like this, so there was no reason for him to reject it.
He sat behind the counter, picked up the book, and opened the system.
"Choose your target, old monk. Activate Cloud Seeking Hand.”
"Beep, Cloud Probing Hand has been successfully activated. You did not steal any martial arts. 500 martial arts points will be deducted.”
"Beep, Cloud Probing Hand has been successfully activated. You did not steal any martial arts. 500 martial arts points will be deducted.”
"Beep, Cloud Probing Hand has been successfully activated. You did not steal any martial arts. 500 martial arts points will be deducted.”
He had failed three times in a row, which made his heart ache. He had spent a total of 1,500 martial arts points, all of which had gone down the drain.
"Continue to activate the skill."
Su Xuan gritted his teeth.
"Beep, Cloud Probing Hand has been successfully activated. You have stolen a full level Golden Bell Shield. 500 martial arts points have been deducted.”
"Beep. Cloud Probing Hand has been successfully activated. You have stolen 10% of the old monk's martial arts talent. 500 martial arts points will be deducted.”
"Beep, Cloud Probing Hand has been successfully activated. You have stolen 72 Lesser Mastery Devil Subduing Sword Arts. 500 martial arts points have been deducted.”
"Beep, Cloud Searching Hand has been successfully activated. You have stolen the inner force heart technique, Demon Subduing Heart Sutra.”
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