Journey to the West: I want to be sanctified

Chapter 167 Have You Dreamed About Hell?
When Zhou Yin came to the first floor, there happened to be another table vacant.

Dou Er had just cleaned up, so Zhou Yin took the opportunity to sit down.

At this time, a fat man with a hat, well-dressed, and an agate ring walked in.

The rich-looking fat man raised his head, looked at the hall, and found that only Zhou Yin was sitting alone.

"Little brother, let's set up a table together?"

Fatty Crane walked to the table and said with a smile.

Zhou Yin saw that this person was a mortal, so he nodded in agreement.

Seeing Zhou Yin nodding, the fat man sat down, "Thank you, little brother, I just passed by the door of Hai Haiyue hot pot restaurant, and I heard a few people talking and full of praise, which suddenly aroused my gluttony. Gotta taste it."

Zhou Yin smiled, "I really have to try it."

But he sighed in his heart, the power of word of mouth should not be underestimated, Hai Haiyue did not do much publicity, and it attracted many old gourmets.

At this time, Dou San had already brought a small portion of hot pot.

When Zhou Yin was making hot pot before, he had already considered the situation of some lonely people coming to eat hot pot alone.

In order to allow lonely people to eat hot pot, Zhou Yin made three types of hot pot: small, medium and large.

A small hot pot, the size of a large porcelain bowl, for one person.

A medium-sized hot pot is for two to four people, and a large-sized hot pot is for about eight people.

The fat man sitting opposite Zhou Yin looked curiously at the hot pot in front of Zhou Yin, smelled the aroma, swallowed his saliva, and said:

"Xiao Er, just follow this little brother's dishes and give me a whole serving."

Dou Er smiled, "Just a moment."

Then I went to the back kitchen to cook.

The fat man was embarrassed to watch Zhou Yin eat all the time, so he turned his head away, amazed:
"Little brother, this seabed moon really has some characteristics.

Take a look at the waiter in this store. He is very powerful and two meters tall. Did he come from the army? "

Zhou Yin took a mouthful of mutton, smiled and nodded, "Who knows."

The fat man then scanned around, looking at the layout of the store.

Seeing the calligraphy and painting hanging behind the shopkeeper, his eyes lit up, and he chanted:

"Shabu-boiled vegetables and meat in the hot pot are full of delicacies from all over the world,

In the store, carbon mountains and waters talk about ancient and modern miracles.

good word!Good literary talent!So bold!

This store owner is actually a tasteful and well-educated person, and he must make friends with him if he has the opportunity! "

Zhou Yin held back the idea of ​​complaining.

Master, someone praised you, but unfortunately you were not there.

Just when Fatty was commenting on the decoration environment of the store, Fatty's hot pot was finally served.

"finally come!"

When the fat man saw the hot pot being served, he immediately stopped talking nonsense, and followed Zhou Yin's example, cooking up a piece of mutton.

After eating one piece, the heart-warming and stomach-warming feeling, the fat man couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

"It's better to be alive, to be able to taste this delicacy in the world."

The tone is emotional, revealing an appearance that has gone through vicissitudes.

Zhou Yin was a little curious when he heard this, and couldn't help saying:

"Brother, did you experience life and death? To express such emotion?"

The fat man sighed, with an inscrutable look, "Hey, you can't say it, you can't say it."

Zhou Yin felt it was funny, "Then you don't need to talk about it, brother."

The fat man thought that Zhou Yin would question him, but he repeatedly shied away, and then under Zhou Yin's begging, he revealed the matter of hell calmly, and Zhou Yin was shocked, admired and worshipped.

Who knew, the little brother in front of him didn't play his cards according to the routine, so that he couldn't pretend to be B.

In short, it is very uncomfortable.

Forget it, eat first.

The fat man ate a few more mouthfuls of meat, feeling very comfortable, and frowned, feeling that something was missing.

Seeing Zhou Yin drinking boiled water, he clapped his hands and smiled, turned his head and shouted loudly:

"Xiaoer, bring the best wine from your store."

"Here we come!" Dou Er brought up a jug of wine and put it on the table.

The fat man was impatient, took out his fat hand, clumsily got a bowl for himself, and drank it down in one gulp.

"Ah, refreshing! I just said something is missing, how can you eat meat without drinking?"

Seeing Zhou Yin, the fat man smiled, "Xiao Er, have another bowl."

The fat man poured another bowl for Zhou Yin, "Little brother, come on, thank you for sharing the table, I'll treat you to a drink!"

Zhou Yin is happy, this fat man is quite interesting.

"Thank you, brother."

"Come on, let's do it!" The fat man raised his bowl and said.

Zhou Yin picked up the bowl with a smile and drank it down.

Once the wine entered the intestines, the fat man talked more.

"Little brother, have you had a dream recently?"

Zhou Yin shook his head in bewilderment, not knowing what kind of medicine was sold in the fat man's gourd.

Seeing Zhou Yin shaking his head, the fat man sighed and said, "Then you are not blessed."

Although he knew that the fat man was trying to show off, but after all, others invited him to drink, so Zhou Yin followed the conversation:

"Brother, I wonder what this dream has to do with Fu Yuan?"

The fat man thought to himself, if he spread the news of hell, if he could persuade this little brother in front of him to do less evil in the future.

For myself, it is also a merit.

He opened his mouth and said: "I am ashamed to say that I am rich and rich. A while ago, for some reason, I had nightmares every night in clubs. The dreams were really terrifying. There were mountains of corpses and seas of blood, demons, yakshas, ​​and lonely ghosts. My liver and gallbladder were almost broken, I couldn't sleep at night, and I didn't have energy during the day, and my physical condition was deteriorating, and I thought I was dying."

Zhou Yin said strangely, "Brother Qian, this is strange. Since it is a nightmare, why is it a blessing?"

Qian Fugui smiled triumphantly, "Yes, I thought so too. But yesterday, I went to Daxingshan Temple, and only then did I realize that this is my lucky fate!"

"Daxingshan Temple?"

When Zhou Yin heard this name, he suddenly felt in his heart that there might be something strange about this matter.

Qian Fugui continued: "Yesterday, Master Zonghai explained the way of reincarnation in Daxingshan Temple, and talked about the [-]th hell, which is dedicated to punishing evildoers who did bad things during their lifetime! It turns out that the scenes I dreamed were all What really exists is the eighteen layers of hell in the underworld!"

Zhou Yin frowned, Master Zonghai?

Back then in Tai'an County, Kong Hui, Zong Hai, and Patriarchal Fa used the soul of Chen Yuanwai to promote Buddhism.

Today, in Chang'an City, Daxingshan Temple also has Master Zonghai. Are these two the same person?

Seeing Zhou Yin's frowning expression, Qian Fugui thought that Zhou Yin didn't believe it, so he continued:

"Don't believe it, that day, there were many other people who gathered under Master Zonghai's stage, and they all dreamed of the [-]th floor of hell! It's exactly the same as the scene of hell that Master Zonghai told about!"

Zhou Yin continued to ask, "Dream of the eighteenth floor of hell, why is it a blessing?"

Seeing Zhou Yin's questioning, Qian Fugui shook his head in satisfaction, "You don't understand this, do you?"

(End of this chapter)