"You're really shameless. Not only do you not pay for your meal, but you also act like a scoundrel, saying that eating our hot pot will give you a stomachache."
As the innkeeper spoke, he clapped his hands and addressed the other diners eating in the main hall.
"Everyone, please tell me, does our hot pot cause diarrhea?"
During the meal, she could only look at the Taoist priest in tattered clothes with disdain.
“Young Taoist priest, you must act with a clear conscience. The hot pot at this restaurant is not only delicious and made with fresh ingredients, but it's also great value for money. How could you possibly have diarrhea? As a monk, how can you lie?”
“Little Taoist priest, it’s one thing for you to eat meat and drink alcohol, but to actually be here like this is unacceptable. Lying is a serious offense. If your master knew about your shameless and scoundrel behavior, he would surely expel you from the Taoist sect.”
Shi Ke Mei spoke back and forth to the young Taoist priest, but the conversation quickly turned into a personal attack, and the topic turned to eating meat.
"If you ask me, these Taoist priests are not respectable people. Who has ever seen a monk drinking alcohol and eating meat?"
“Who says otherwise? These days, all the temples with thriving incense offerings are Buddhist temples. Where have you ever seen a Taoist temple with thriving incense offerings? Just look at the clothes this young Taoist priest is wearing, and you'll know how dilapidated their place is.”
The young Taoist priest, who had been sitting quietly to the side, frowned slightly and his face began to turn ugly. It would have been fine if only he had been attacked, but the entire family had been cursed at as well.
Just as the young Taoist priest was about to overturn the table, Li Youran walked over.
"Monks and nuns take self-cultivation as their foundation and do not feel evil because of the evil of others."
The young Taoist priest was incredibly strong. He hadn't expected that Li Youran could hold down the table she was about to overturn with just three fingers, and even say such things. He couldn't help but feel suspicious of this woman dressed in white.
"Young Taoist priest, there's no need to be angry. Why bother arguing with these mortals?"
The shopkeeper spoke while glancing at the young Taoist priest, who seemed to have been persuaded by Li Youran, and sat down again, his face regaining its previous calm and composed expression.
"The innkeeper is so kind that I'll pay for the meal."
As Li Youran spoke, he took out a gold nugget from his purse and casually tossed it to the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper reached out and touched the nugget that Youran had tossed high into the air, revealing a fawning smile. He thought to himself, "I've met a generous customer today. This nugget is worth dozens of taels of silver. It's not just the cost of a meal, it could cover the cost of all the meals in the hall today."
"Young lady, it's not that the channel isn't providing them with research and development services, but rather that their food is simply not clean."
Seeing this, the young Taoist priest felt that he couldn't reason with her. He thought that the girl's reasonable words would make her understand his predicament, but he didn't expect that she would misunderstand him as just wanting to eat without paying.
"Taoist Master, please don't be impatient, let me continue."
Li Youran smiled slightly at the young Taoist priest, and it seemed as if the young priest's anxious heart had been soothed by a pair of large hands, and he sat down again.
"This young Taoist priest wasn't lying; the food here really does give people a stomachache."
After Li Youran finished speaking, she turned to look at the diners present.
"You will understand what this young Taoist priest said when you return."
Someone came down from the private room upstairs and overheard this young Taoist priest complaining about the food being unclean. This young Taoist priest was no ordinary person; he had added Western spices to the hot pot broth. Too much of these spices can cause stomach aches, though the symptoms don't appear immediately but rather after about two incense sticks' worth of time. And this young Taoist priest had only just eaten hot pot before consuming this food, which caused the stomachache.
"There are some matters at my residence that require the help of this young Taoist priest. Would the young Taoist priest be willing to come with me to my residence?"
When the innkeeper arrived, You Ran accused the food of being unclean and lying. She became anxious and wanted to confront him, but You Ran didn't give her the chance. Instead, she turned to the young Taoist priest in tattered clothes and spoke to him. The young priest, a man of principle, immediately picked up his bundle and followed You Ran out of the hot pot restaurant.
"I am a monk, and I would rather walk until my feet are worn out than ride a horse, so I will not insist that you ride in the carriage with me. Please follow this road straight to the end and then turn left. You will come across a grand house, which is my residence."
After Li Youran finished speaking, she boarded the carriage, leaving the young Taoist priest alone. The young Taoist priest's lips curled slightly as he thought to himself, "This woman is really strange; she seems to know so much about Taoist matters."
"Miss, do you think this young Taoist priest will follow us?"
Xiao Hong poked his head out of the carriage window, but didn't see the little Taoist priest. He turned around and looked at Li Youran with a puzzled expression.
"Don't worry, he'll catch up."
Li Youran closed her eyes and leaned against the carriage, pretending to doze off.
The reason is that people read the text carefully, and the young Taoist priest will follow. He knows that he won't owe anyone a favor, and he will at least repay the money for that meal.
Li Youran also knew that the young Taoist priest's trip to the capital was definitely not just a simple stopover. Everyone knew that even if the emperor drove the monk away, the young Taoist priest had gone against the tide to come to the capital, which must be more than that.
"Your Majesty, I only admire Princess Jiahe and wish to marry her. Please withdraw the imperial decree."
Running a high fever, Feng Yu knelt before the main hall and shouted loudly to the emperor inside the imperial study.
The old man standing outside the door glanced anxiously at Feng Yu kneeling outside, thinking that his body was so weak that not only had his injuries not healed, but he was also running a high fever. He would probably faint before the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. But when he turned back, he looked worried, wondering how to tell the Emperor.
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