Chapter 2025: Buddha's Palm

As soon as I entered, a clever young man with a towel on his shoulders immediately smiled and said, "Hoh, Mr. Jiang is here, please come in."
Jiang Tian entered a private room, took off his fur hat, and said with a smile: "I don't have any money to give a reward, and it's useless if you are enthusiastic."
The shopkeeper smiled and said: "Look at what you said, the shopkeeper has ordered it. The first one in the east of the window will always be reserved for you."
As he said, he walked a few steps quickly and came to the east side by the window, swept the towel in his hand on it, and bent over and backed away.
Jiang Tian sat on the bench. It was not long before the Xiaoer served a few dishes and a small charcoal pot with boiling water in it.
Jiang Tian put the wine pot in the small pot and began to warm the wine.
Sometimes he poured out a cup and drank, Jiang Tian just sat here, watching Lu continue to enter the teahouse.
Gradually, there are more and more people in the teahouse.
After about half an hour, a storyteller wearing a black cloth gown with three strands of white beard walked out of the back room.
As soon as this person appeared, there were shouts of applause in the teahouse, which was quite lively.
"Snapped!"
The storyteller slapped the gavel, and the many guests underneath were silent.
"Little peach blossoms without the owner, and the tobacco is full of late crows. Several ruins surround the old well, one by one has always been a family."
The storyteller said:
"Today, let’s talk about the Mutiny of the Vermilion Gate of the Black Moon Empire. With the help of the mentor, the Iron Hand Saint, Prince Yachang slaughtered the thirteenth princes, abolished the feudal system and changed the county system, and became the emperor Yachang! However, he was unwilling to be seized and lost his title, so he marched against him, and the Black Moon Empire fell into troubled times, and the people were overwhelmed, and the people were not alive..."
In fact, his book is half-truth and half-truth, with some interpretations of historical events, just like historical novels.
It can be said that Jiang Tian's reform influence in the Eastern Empire was too far-reaching.
Over the past ten years, the superiority of the system of prefectures and counties has been fully revealed, which has thoroughly stimulated the potential of the people. Talents have emerged in large numbers, the country is strong and the people are prosperous, and the power is centralized.
Nowadays, the various empires have implemented the system of prefectures and counties, although they have adopted different paths.
Some are to release the power of soldiers by a cup of wine, some are to be defeated individually, and some are to continue the war...
Jiang Tian listened to this person's story with a smile, drinking fruit wine.
Such days, he has been going on for more than a year.
After a while, a slightly fat middle-aged man, wearing a thick cloth jacket, hurriedly walked out of the back room.
He walked quickly to Jiang Tian's side, and after sitting down, Xiao Er hurriedly served a pot of wine respectfully.
The middle-aged fat man immediately filled the glass, drank it in one gulp, glanced at Jiang Tian, ​​and said embarrassingly: "Mr. Jiang, this..."
Jiang Tian picked up the hip flask, took a sip, and said with a smile: "Treasurer Li, I am not here to collect rent today, so don't worry."
The middle-aged fat man immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "The business is not good, don't you see that I have a lot of people here, but it cost me a lot of spar to invite this storyteller and theater group to come, alas, this In the world, business is not easy to do."
Jiang Tian smiled, did not speak, but listened to the book quietly.
The middle-aged fat man's surname is Li, and what Jiang Tian is called Jiang Tian is still unknown. This man found Jiang Tian two years ago, took the store as a mortgage, begged to borrow 200 spars, and has been paying the money until now. Not yet.
This shop is now owned by Jiang Tian.
In the past year, when he saw Jiang Tian coming almost every day, he felt uneasy, and he often came to check his breath.
After Fatty Li retired, the sound of silk and bamboo sounded, and another group of beautiful actors came to the stage to sing.
As the actor's beautiful eyes turned, the guys in the teahouse cheered.
At this moment, a rather obscene voice came from outside the teahouse:
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"Oh, this little lady sings so well, she hooked me from the north of the city, okay!"
The moment the sound came, he walked into an old man wearing a gray cotton robe. The old man's hair was messy, his face was blue and purple, and there were several large footprints on his chest and placket.
As soon as he came in, he shouted out loudly, the shop second frowned, and shouted:
"Where is the beggar, go away, I don't have any money today!" He said, and he moved forward.
The old man widened his eyes and said, "You touch! If you dare to touch me, I won't be able to get up! I'm here to listen to the show today!"
At the moment Jiang Tian saw the old man, his eyes suddenly flashed past, which he hadn't seen for many years.
This old man has good strength, and he is in the realm of a saint.
Sitting at the teahouse shopkeeper opposite Jiang Tian, ​​the middle-aged fat man frowned, stood up, and walked to the door quickly.
He flipped through his pockets, touched for a long time, and finally took out a crude spar that was not considered low grade, threw it to the old man, and said:
"I'm giving you money, let's go, it's really bad luck."
The old man took the turbid spar, bit his teeth, grinned at the shop's little second and said:
"Well, it's true. Spar is the hard currency. Have you seen it? It's the knowledge of your shopkeeper, hum."
As he said, he threw the crystal stone in his hand and dropped it in the shop, and said triumphantly:
"A good pot of tea!"
Then his gaze swept away, fell on Jiang Tian, ​​and walked over.
Jiang Tian's heart shuddered and his eyes narrowed slightly. Could this person see that he is a cultivator?
But after a while, he realized that he should have been overhearted.
At this time, in the entire teahouse, only Jiang Tian's table was alone, and the others were all full.
The shopkeeper froze for a while, looked at the muddy spar in his hand, and then at the shopkeeper, with a helpless look.
He has seen many beggars, but this is the first one to buy tea and drink after asking for money.
"This Mr. Jiang is our distinguished guest, this position...you can't sit!"
The middle-aged fat man twitched his face and rolled his sleeves before going up and throwing the old beggar out.
But at this moment, Jiang Tian raised his hand and said, "Forget it."
"I've given you money, don't you buy something to eat? I want to drink tea... Forget it, give him tea!"
The middle-aged fat man had a meal immediately, hesitated for a moment, muttered a few words, turned and walked to the back room.
"Little brother, you can be considered acquainted."
The old man chuckled, took Jiang Tian's fruit wine and poured himself a glass of fruit wine, and took a sip.
"Tsk tut, good wine!"
The old man slapped his mouth, looked at Jiang Tian, ​​and exclaimed suddenly:
"Wow, it's incredible, it's incredible, the old man saw a spiritual light spraying out of your heavenly spirit cover. You know that you have a horizontally trained muscle and bones at a young age, and your bones are strange. You must be a rare cultivating talent in a century."
Jiang Tian has a black line.
This line is so familiar.
The old beggar suddenly took out a tattered book from his arms and became awe-inspiring, and said solemnly:
"As the saying goes, I don’t go to hell, whoever goes to hell, are you interested in cultivating with me and cultivating peerless exercises? The great task of punishing evil and promoting good, safeguarding world peace is up to you! ", sell you one copy! Only fifty low-grade spars!"