The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 92 Eternal Ring
"Are there any empty seats?"

The waiter smiled and said, "Sir, unfortunately, there are no vacancies. I'll ask for you and ask if you can share a table with other guests."

"also."

At the table nearby, a bald man sitting alone glanced over here and his eyes lit up.

"Good man!"

He was a generous and straightforward person who liked to make friends. When he saw the man at the door with a handsome face, strong arms and a slim waist, and a unique temperament that he had never seen before, he was delighted.

He spoke immediately.

"Sir, would you like to sit with me?"

Li Miao glanced over there, smiled, told the waiter to bring some tea and snacks, and then walked over.

Several months have passed since the incident of the Five Mountains Sword Sect.

At the end of the day, he collected the remaining four factions and went to Shuntian Prefecture to meet Zhu Zai with Wang Hai. Wang Hai knew what to say and Zhu Zai also knew what to do, so he didn't have to worry about the aftermath of the matter.

He did not return to Shuntian Prefecture, but rested for a few days in the Qi and Lu areas, then set off alone towards Miaojiang.

After his treatment, the poison in Xiao Si's body would not cause any problems for the time being. But the longer the night, the more trouble there is, so Li Miao naturally wanted to solve it as soon as possible.

Anyway, Zhu Zai gave him a year to deal with the Five Mountains Sword Sect, but it was done in less than three months, and he also crippled the Ming Cult in the process, which was enough to complete his mission.

The rest of the time was considered paid leave. Wang Hai took Lan Lechuan, Yun Zelin, and a bunch of heads of Mingjiao guardians and flag owners back, and Zhu Zai couldn't say anything no matter how dissatisfied he was.

Even though Mei Qinghe smashed Yun Zelin's head into pieces, I don't know if Zhu Zai could recognize him.

Li Miao walked to the table and sat down, then greeted the big man: "Master, I am honored."

The big man was stunned for a moment, but then laughed roughly.

"You are truly extraordinary. I am not wearing a monk's robe and I don't have any scars on my head, but you are still the first one to recognize that I am a monk!"

"I didn't ask for advice!"

Li Miao cupped his hands and said, "Li Miao, I am a wanderer in the martial arts world, I have no sect or school."

The big man also stretched out one hand to his chest: "Shaolin, Yongjie, greetings to the donor."

Li Miao smiled and said, "Master, this Dharma name is quite interesting."

"Virtue is everlasting, and the body is strong. The master is of great rank."

The Shaolin generation names were determined long ago, with a total of seventy characters, passed down from generation to generation. The current Shaolin abbot is of the Xing generation, and is almost a hundred years old.

Yongjie is a generation younger than him. In terms of seniority, there are few people in the world who can be on par with him.

Yongjie laughed and said, "Master is of a high generation, so I benefit from it. When I go out, I am surrounded by his nephews and nieces. I am polite to him, but I can't make many friends of my generation!"

"An outstanding individual like you is exactly the kind of person I want to make friends with! Our meeting is fate, so let's drink this cup to the full!"

After saying this, the monk poured himself a glass of wine and drank it all in one gulp.

Li Miao raised his eyebrows and thought it was funny: "It really broadens my horizons. Today I met the classic character in the storybook, the monk who loves meat and drinks."

Li Miao saw through Yongjie's background based on his martial arts, and he had long known that he was a Shaolin monk.

Monks have to abide by the precepts, but sometimes they will slack off in certain aspects.

A typical example is the monk.

Practicing martial arts is a very consuming activity. For example, when Li Miao first started, he had to eat two or three pounds of meat a day. Poor people are good at literature, but rich people are good at martial arts. If you don't have a good foundation in your family, you won't be able to stick to practicing martial arts.

The situation of martial monks is more awkward, as practicing martial arts itself consumes energy and blood. If they really abide by the rules and regulations and eat a lot of tofu and vegetables every day, they will never be able to make up for it.

Therefore, monks usually try to skirt the rules. For example, there is a saying called "five clean meats", which means that as long as the death of this thing has nothing to do with me, then it is okay for me to eat it.

There is also a legend that Emperor Taizong of Tang ordered the thirteen monks of Shaolin to eat meat. Maybe this is a story made up by the monks to give themselves a chance. However, Yongjie is not as simple as doing it secretly.

Li Miao glanced at the dishes on the table, which included stir-fried lamb with green onions.

This is quite an eye-opener.

Monks do not eat meat. "Fish" refers to meat, and "meat" refers to the five kinds of plants: onion, garlic, leek, scallion, and asafoetida, which have strong odors and affect their meditation.

This dish of stir-fried lamb with green onions is a perfect dish that has all the flavors of meat.

Not to mention that Yongjie took a sip of wine. After drinking it, he kept smacking his lips, just like a drunkard.

Li Miao was amused and poured himself a glass, drinking it in one gulp.

"readily!"

Yongjie laughed.

The two men toasted each other, one with a bold personality, the other worldly-wise, and both had a good impression of each other, so they quickly became familiar with each other.

After some chatting, they found out that their destination was the Miao area, so they were going the same way.

After discussion, the two decided to set off together after dinner.

As he was talking, the dishes ordered by Li Miao came up.

Without Xiao Si around, Li Miao gradually learned how to spend money, but he still couldn't change his lavish habits and ordered a lot of delicious dishes.

Yongjie is a monk and doesn't have much money in his pocket, so how could he order so many good things?

Li Miao invited him to eat with him. Yongjie also laughed and thanked Li Miao, then started eating with him.

The two ate for a while and were full.

Li Miao felt sleepy after finishing his meal. Yongjie had almost figured out Li Miao's lazy nature, so he didn't urge him. He just sat there and let Li Miao lean back in the chair, close his eyes and rest, picking up food from time to time to kill time.

It was already past dinner time and most of the customers had left. The waiter was in no hurry to ask the two to make room and just quietly cleaned the table.

Just as the store was gradually becoming quiet, Li Miao suddenly opened his eyes.

He raised his hand and made a claw, grabbing the empty air.

"what--"

A waiter was grabbed by him from the door, his hands and feet flailing around and his face turned pale.

Li Miao put him down and patted his shoulder: "Okay, go hide in the back."

"Get some water. When there's no movement in a while, come out and wash the floor."

"Yes... Sir, thank you very much, thank you very much!"

The waiter hurriedly thanked Li Miao several times and staggered to the kitchen.

"Who is the master?"

Then a shout was heard from outside the shop door, followed by hurried footsteps, and four or five people rushed in from outside, wearing swords and knives.

One of them had his knife unsheathed and was holding it in his hand.

It was him who slashed at the waiter just now. If it weren't for Li Miao, the waiter would have died in his hands.

He glanced around the store. There were not many people in the store at this time, so he easily locked his eyes on Li Miao's table.

However, he didn't care about Li Miao. Instead, after seeing Yongjie, an expression of ecstasy appeared on his face.

"Big, big brother!"

(End of this chapter)