Sacrifice to Feed Demons [Comprehensive Martial Arts]

As soon as the prince Changqin came back, he saw Ji Xianjun, who was always lazy in the room, standing at the door of the inn. His figure was tall and slender, making the people around him eagerly waiting for him. They were very curious to make such a heavenly man How graceful is the person who waits quietly for the young master.

So when Prince Changqin appeared, those people's eyes would inevitably show a kind of... Well, a natural understanding while they were amazed.

Prince Changqin: "..."

I don't know what to say.

After staying with Ji Xianjun for a long time, there are so many such eyes that I am used to it.

Ji Xianjun waved at him, walked into the lobby, and said, "I have a visitor today, so I asked you to come back... Didn't bother you?"

"No," Prince Changqin calmly ignored the noise before leaving, not at all willing to let those dirty things get in the way of Ji Xianjun's eyes.

"Really?" Ji Xianjun looked at him with a smile in his eyes, which made Changqin look away, and he asked unconsciously, "What's wrong?"

Ji Xianjun: "It's nothing, I just think you are cute."

Prince Changqin said, "That's a description of a woman."

"If I like it, what difference does it make if it's a man or a woman?" Ji Xianjun stepped up the stairs calmly, turned around lightly and said to him, "If I don't like it, what difference does it make if it's a man or a woman?"

Prince Changqin laughed: "You will tease me."

Ji Xianjun smiled unconsciously, looking at him with gentle eyes.

"Like it?"

Prince Changqin's eyes moved slightly unnaturally, and he nodded slightly.

Ji Xianjun likes his happy and reserved appearance the most, it's the funniest to make fun of.

"Go and freshen up first. Although the wounded barracks are full of admirable soldiers, they are not clean after all. You should pay more attention to where you travel on a daily basis."

Calmly sweeping away a "disease" on Prince Changqin's shoulder, Prince Changqin nodded unconsciously.

With Ji Xianjun here, the younger brother has already prepared the expenses, and only waits for Changqin to go back to the room to freshen up.

Seeing Qin Ling's slender back disappear, Ji Xianjun turned his head, his eyes pausing on one after another audience.

The shopkeeper with a mustache in front of the counter: "Ahem——"

The clever second brother, who was mostly in rough clothes, said with a wink, "Shopkeeper, I'll go to the back kitchen to get you some pear water!"

The shopkeeper: "..." Bastard, I asked you to rescue me, not to let you run first!

Putting his arms on the gauntlet on the second floor, Ji Xianjun said with a smile: "Shopkeeper, please send a table of delicious vegetarian food to Room A later."

"Hey? That's right!" The shopkeeper with a mustache hurriedly said, "Master Ji, do you have any other requests?"

Ji Xianjun thought for a while: "Burn some more hot water and prepare clean clothes. A master will come later."

"Grandmaster?"

The shopkeeper repeated in a strange tone. He wanted to ask again, but the person had already left his seat and went back to the room. The shopkeeper couldn't help shaking his head and said, "This young master knows a lot of people."

A few days ago, some important people in the military camp came to see them, and a few days later, some ordinary people came to meet people... There were all kinds of people, but he didn't seem to be able to get acquainted with these people.

The shopkeeper used his meager imagination to think that people like Ji Xianjun must be from big families in the capital, ordinary small and wealthy families can't be cultivated, and they are born with gold and silver that can't be enjoyed endlessly. ...yes, that's how it should be!

The mustache was up and down on his mouth, muttering happily to himself, the second brother in the shop sneaked his head out from the curtain of the kitchen behind the partition like a little mouse, his eyes flicked non-stop.

The shopkeeper scolded: "What are you looking at! You haven't come to work yet!"

"Hey! Come on!" The younger brother ran over with a playful smile, leaned in front of the shopkeeper, and asked cautiously: "The young master has gone back?"

"Go back, go back! Don't hide, kid, hurry up and do what you've been ordered." The shopkeeper angrily calculated his abacus, "Usually, you look fearless, and call your old lady even if you are so heartless. Worry, why is it like a mouse meeting a cat this time? Don’t tell me that people have tortured you, no matter how you think about it, it’s impossible. Those kind of people, there are many people in the house who are bosses, you kid can come forward All the ancestral graves are smoking!"

The second brother nodded quickly, and smiled wryly after hearing what the shopkeeper said.

"Shopkeeper, don't you think that Young Master Ji is scary?"

The shopkeeper stopped snapping his fingers: "...terrible?"

"Yes," the second brother said with a complicated expression, "I don't know why, the way he looks at me doesn't seem to be looking at people... Ouch!"

The shopkeeper's expressionless face put away the elm-bone abacus, and there was no sign of the ruthless attack just now.

"Go to work! You don't need to think about things all day long. According to you, is my son a god or a fairy? Is there any goblin who looks so upright? I didn't read it in the book, and I didn't stand or sit like I did. , the walking posture is haunted by monsters, that is the fairy who just came down the mountain! You, don't be too whimsical!"

The little second brother rubbed his head in aggrieved Bala, and what he had faintly noticed just now was knocked out of the sky by this blow, and he raised his voice and shouted: "That's not what I said, the shopkeeper knows so clearly, there must be no less Read idle books, wait until I tell the shopkeeper's wife!"

The shopkeeper's eyes widened, and his brows were usually kind, but now he was quite powerful when he was angry.

"How dare you, brat! If you dare to say this to worry your sister-in-law, I will definitely... Oh, don't run away, don't run away, brat!"

The shopkeeper yelled a few times, and saw that the monkey-like little brother had already rushed to the back to boil water and split firewood. The curtain was down, and he couldn't hear anything.

"..." The shopkeeper's expression was serious. Fortunately, there was no one in the store at this time, and his words were not heard by others, otherwise...

As a time-honored brand, the shopkeeper has received a lot of talented people from the rivers and lakes over the years. The inn has mixed personnel, various news flow, and all kinds of people come and go. The shopkeeper has long been practicing in this environment. With just a pair of sharp eyes, you can get a general idea of ​​who is what kind of person with a glance.

So as soon as Ji Xianjun and Prince Changqin came in, he probably had an impression.

This is someone not to be messed with.

Later, it also proved his idea, and made him make up his mind to save enough money to take care of the elderly and hand over the inn to the next generation.

There are a lot of people who hide their secrets these days, and at some point they will meet someone they can't mess with, and they will pay for their entire family.

He touched a few abacus beads sporadically with his fingers, and his eyes were fixed on a corner of the lobby with blank eyes. There was no focus in his eyes, so he didn't notice a figure appearing at the door.

The hem of the clothes was stained with local yellow mud, the straw shoes were torn, and the rough clothes also showed that he was not a rich man, but the shopkeeper had sharp eyes and immediately found that although this man was tired, he was full of energy. The leather is crystal clear, as if exuding precious light, and it looks like a Buddha coming to the world under the sun. If you believe in Buddha yourself, you may kneel down as if you have achieved it.

"Grandmaster!"

The shopkeeper greeted him warmly, and he made a gesture to walk out of the counter.

How could Gongde Buddha see his vigilance from this little action, and put his hands together with a smile: "Amitabha, the poor monk came to find a predestined person."

The shopkeeper didn't think that this person would be the master Ji Xianjun was talking about. In his impression, the master Ji Xianjun was talking about was not a highly respected monk like Shaolin Temple, but a lama from the Western Regions. In short, no He should be dressed in such shabby clothes, he just thought that what the monk said was a matter of alms.

"Wait, master, I'll go back and give you those fast meals." After finishing speaking, I will go back.

The meritorious Buddha blinked: "Amitabha, the charity is mainly for the poor monk. The poor monk has no objection, but the predestined person whom the poor monk is looking for must have prepared vegetarian meals for the poor monk to visit."

The shopkeeper paused, and only then remembered Ji Xianjun's order. Feeling very embarrassed, he still confirmed, "Master, is the predestined person you are looking for surnamed Ji?"

Gongde Buddha smiled and said: "The benefactor said yes, that's it."

The shopkeeper stopped being negligent immediately, and hurried to the back to confirm the rice and water, and the sparsely staffed inn suddenly became lively.

When Prince Changqin was being cleaned, Ji Xianjun happened to be playing with a guqin with his hands. The body of the piano has smooth broken lines, which shows that it is not short. The most important thing is the timbre. Just by listening to Ji Xianjun's fingers, he can judge that this is a good piano with the ears of a professional.

It's just that before he could ask, Ji Xianjun had already put it into his sleeve after seeing him. He also used such tricks as the universe in his sleeve, but he was never interested in seducing him this time.

"Hide it quickly, don't you want me to see it so much?"

Shi Shiran walked over, Prince Changqin sat beside him and blinked.

Ji Xianjun was taken aback, and smiled slightly: "Old things, there is nothing to see."

Prince Changqin understood this time, but Ji Xianjun didn't want anyone to see that thing, so when he changed the subject, knowing that it was not time to pursue it, he simply passed it by without mentioning it: "Has the person not come yet?" Looking around, no one was there Be more personal.

Ji Xianjun didn't know why he was relieved, anyway, Prince Changqin was considerate of him, which made him quite happy.

"It's estimated."

Prince Changqin: "Oh?" Where is that man?

Ji Xianjun: "This person is full of travel and dust, no matter what he has to wash and dress up before he can meet people."

As soon as the words fell, there was a laugh at the door.

"What the benefactor said is that the poor monk's feet were broken all the way, his clothes could not see people, and his stomach was empty. If he suddenly had a belly groan just as he was teaching Zen, it would be so rude that the poor monk would have no face to see the Buddha. "

Gongde Buddha stood outside the door, saying that he was rude, but he was not allowed to enter the house even if the door was opened without the owner's permission.

Ji Xianjun greeted with a smile when he heard the words: "I am not your benefactor."

In Buddhism, the donor calls the person who gives alms, which is good and good, and also a destiny.

Ji Xianjun made a pun, regardless of the former and the latter.

The meritorious Buddha said without blinking: "Good."

Prince Changqin: "..."

Looking left and right, it became clear that the two men had already started fighting.

Ji Xianjun got up: "This is Ji Xianjun."

The meritorious Buddha smiled and said: "The unknown monk, who travels all over the world, just happened to come here, and happened to come to see a predestined person."

Ji Xianjun raised his eyebrows and said, "Monk, do you think I'm destined?"

The meritorious Buddha said: "The fate is erratic, and the poor monk is just walking according to his heart."

Ji Xianjun didn't like this set, and asked sharply: "What is the fate?"

Meritorious Buddha: "Amitabha Buddha is a person who gives alms, a person who holds a bowl, a person who travels in all directions, a person who sells pack horses, a person in the world, and an invisible thing."

The smile on the corner of Ji Xianjun's mouth deepened: "The monk is not simple."

Gongde Frisso joked about this.

"The poor monk is not a monk, but just a young monk."

Touching his bald head, Gongde Buddha said with a silly smile: "And he's also a monk in civilian clothes who is starving and blocked by kind-hearted people."

Ji Xianjun said, "It's still my fault? If you are a good person, why should you block the door? That only means that I am a bad person... Hey, in this way, it is indeed my fault, isn't it?"

The meritorious Buddha happily said: "Of course."

"Okay, I shouldn't be talking poorly with you, but aren't you afraid I'll blame you?" Ji Xianjun said playfully, "I know, you came here to ask me for something."

That's what he said, but in Prince Changqin's eyes, Ji Xianjun obviously relaxed a lot, even his demeanor eased.

He is very happy.

Ji Xianjun's every move expresses this.

Prince Changqin felt depressed for some reason.

The conversation on the other side was still going on, and Gongde Buddha calmly said to Ji Xianjun: "I came here according to the fate, so I should go according to the fate. If it doesn't work, then it's just a miss."

Ji Xianjun: "You can see it." He put down the wine glass in his hand absently, and waved lightly, "Come in."

Merit Buddha: "The poor monk is rude."

One step into the game, the second round has begun.

How Gongdefo persuaded Ji Xianjun to join the WTO with his own wisdom, the two had already decided with a tacit understanding and two out of three games when no one knew about it.

It's unbelievable that these two people who have never met before, even their identities and status, have nothing in common, yet they can use the word "tacit understanding".

Maybe we really hit it off, like old friends.

But this can't stop the sharpness of the sword from the invisible spread in the dialogue between the two, and the flashes of swords and swords in the language are more exciting than real battles!

Changqin thought: What on earth... will happen?

The author has something to say:

In fact, I really like to write about Buddhist Zen principles, but do you think that I should believe in Buddhism after reading my articles?

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