Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

The caller didn't care about everyone's gazes at all, but raised his voice intensified: "Madam, I'm going to starve to death, I can't wait—"

Even Lu Dongqing was secretly surprised, no matter who it is, it must not be an ordinary person who can have such an attitude of going his own way.

However, the person sitting in the corner shouting was neither a dignitary nor a gangster, but a beggar.

The beggar was not tall, and he wore a broken floral hat on his head, which was bigger than his head, and the brim of the hat slanted down to cover his eyebrows.

The things the beggars were wearing could hardly be called clothes, at most they could only be regarded as a few rags sewn together indiscriminately, with one deep patch and one shallow patch, dirty as if they hadn’t been washed for three days.

From the appearance, he is just a beggar that can be seen everywhere, even a bit more down-and-out than his colleagues.

However, in this small tavern, where everyone drank boiled water and ate noodles in clear soup, he dared to ask the proprietress for braised pork.

Lu Dongqing looked at him with some sympathy, and thought, this person is probably suffering from madness, his mind is not clear, and an idiot talks about dreams.

But he soon heard the proprietress' voice coming from the back kitchen: "It's almost ready, wait a little longer—"

Following her words, there was indeed a faint aroma wafting from the direction of the back kitchen, it was the delicious aroma of thick meat fat fried in oil.

The fragrance gradually diffused into the hall, making all the guests swallow their saliva.

The beggar was still not satisfied, and shouted at the top of his voice: "Hurry up, hurry up, my stomach is already flattened by hunger, and there is no more braised pork, so I can only swallow fleas alive."

He inserted his hands into the unkempt hair and scratched randomly, and after a while, he caught a flea.

He pinched the flea between his fingers, looked at it over and over, and really threw it into his mouth. When his teeth closed, he chewed it with a crunching sound.

Lu Dongqing stared at him the whole time, and when he heard the sound of chewing fleas, goosebumps appeared on his back, and he finally couldn't help but look away.

The beggar didn't even frown.

Lu Dongqing took a deep breath, turned his gaze to him again, looked him up and down, trying to identify his identity.

But his face was so dirty that he couldn't see his original appearance, not to mention his identity, he couldn't even tell his age.

His voice is loud and clear, and his words are sonorous and powerful. If he is not deliberately pretending, at least he should not be very old.

Finally, the proprietress came out of the back kitchen and ran all the way, holding a bowl of hot roasted pork in her hand. The scorched red meat skin was soft and hot, trembling with her footsteps.

She stopped opposite the beggar, carefully placed the hot bowl in front of him, and put a pair of chopsticks on the edge of the bowl.

The beggar didn't even thank him, he just let out a satisfied moan from deep in his throat, and spit out the broken flea shells in his mouth on the ground with a bah sound.

He picked up the bowl with one hand and the chopsticks with the other. Regardless of the simmering heat, he picked up a large piece of braised pork and swallowed it whole.

The way he ate was rude and savage, the soup splashed all over the place, he didn't care about it, and muttered while chewing: "Tender is quite tender, but there is too little salt, it's not as salty as the fleas on my body."

As soon as the words came out, the lady boss's face twisted into a ball: "Don't...don't say it."

How can anyone in the world compare the taste of braised pork with fleas.

The appetites of the diners quickly faded, and they turned to the clear soup noodles and boiled cabbage in front of them. At least, there was nothing dirty in the clear soup.

There is only one exception, that is Lu Zhengqiu.

When the proprietress retreated to the table of the master and the apprentice, Lu Zhengqiu called her to stop, and asked impatiently: "Is the braised pork just now sold? How?"

The proprietress raised her eyebrows and looked at him: "Do you want to buy?"

He nodded, "We've been driving for half a month, and it's been a long time since we had a good meal." Having said that, he casually pointed to his side, "My little apprentice is still growing."

Lu Dongqing: "...I don't really want to eat meat right now."

Lu Zhengqiu said kindly: "Good disciple, don't force yourself. As a teacher, I won't let you starve."

Lu Dongqing: "...I didn't force it, I really don't want to eat it. If Master is greedy, it's okay to speak up."

Lu Zhengqiu: "..."

The proprietress turned her eyes around the two of them, she shook her head and said, "Whoever you want to eat, I don't have to sell it."

Hearing this, Lu Zhengqiu asked in surprise, "Why?"

"In the winter this year, more than half of the pig farmers in the town have moved away, and even if they have money, they can't buy fresh meat. The last bit of today is in the bowl just now, and I don't even have to eat it myself."

Hearing this, Lu Zhengqiu was saddened, shook his head, and sighed: "Oh, lady boss, you don't even have to eat, but you want to give it to a beggar. You are really a bodhisattva."

The proprietress sighed: "Oh, I am not a Bodhisattva, he is a Bodhisattva, and he is a living Bodhisattva in our shop."

Hearing this, Lu Dongqing couldn't hold back her curiosity, and interjected, "What does it mean to be a living Bodhisattva?"

"Living Bodhisattva is a living Bodhisattva, which means to protect us from the hands of demons."

As soon as the proprietress finished speaking, the store door was kicked open.

The visitor was so aggressive that he kicked at the door, and the poor chaimen slammed into the side wall heavily, leaving behind two loud bangs and bangs.

A strong man stepped into the threshold, carrying a long stick on his shoulders, which was as tall as a person.While striding forward, he swung his long stick, and the end of the stick drew a sharp circle in the air, hitting the empty table closest to the door.

Snapped--

With a muffled sound, he knocked the rotten old wooden table apart, and the table top and table legs shattered into ridged pieces, which collapsed in all directions.

The guests in the tavern let out a burst of exclamation, jumped up one after another, and hid deep in the room.

Lu Dongqing's face darkened, and she asked, "Are you here to rob?"

The proprietress shivered, "No, it's not robbery, it's an evil spirit...the evil spirit has come again."

Lu Dongqing's eyes widened: "This is no evil spirit, it's clearly a person."

The proprietress still shook her head: "Silly boy, this man has been swallowed by an evil ghost and has possessed him, so hurry up and hide inside."

After hearing this, Lu Dongqing couldn't help but concentrate her eyes on the unexpected guest.

The man's expression was indeed unusual. The corners of his mouth were drooling, his eyelids were drooping, and his cloudy eyes were sunken deep in his sockets. He didn't care about the surrounding environment at all. He just slowly patrolled the tavern, as if he was looking for something.

Soon, he stopped turning his head, just stared in one direction, his cloudy eyes widened briefly.

He has found his goal, and he is striding towards it.

In front of him was a thin woman, seeing his eyes, she was so frightened that she dropped the bowl in her hand, trembling and wanted to run, but her feet felt weak and she fell to the ground before she could take a step.

She scratched the ground with her hands, and finally sat up, not caring about the messy clothes, shrunk her thin body into a ball, held her head in her hands, and shrank under the table while kicking her legs, begging for mercy: "Don't kill me. ,Do not kill me……"

However, the evil spirit swung the stick again and knocked the fragile wooden table to pieces.

Splinters of wood smashed on the top of the woman's head, scratching a bloodstain on her wrist.She didn't dare to wipe it, but closed her eyes tightly, trembling all over, shaking like a residual leaf in the wind.

The evil spirit remained indifferent, and once again raised the long stick in his hand.

The long stick was wrapped in the wind, and it was about to fall on top of the woman's head.

The woman finally let out a cry.

Lu Dongqing couldn't hold back, she got up and wanted to make a move.

"stop--"

A loud voice took him a step away.

The voice came from the corner, and the living Bodhisattva and beggar shouted, stood up abruptly, and threw the empty bowl in his hand to the ground.

The sound of the porcelain bowl colliding with the ground was much crisper and louder than that of the table.

When the sound fell, the beggar was no longer in the corner.

He had crossed half the hall, standing in front of the evil spirit.