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Jigong looked regretful. This was the best thing he could do. As for his ragged clothes and the torn palm fan, they could never be replaced.

He is the reincarnation of an Arhat. His body is constantly absorbing spiritual energy, tempering, and expelling some "dirt".

These "dirt" also contain very strong spiritual power, and even a trace of power from his arhat's golden body. In this world, it can be regarded as a magic pill to cure all diseases.

But thinking about Qiu Ming having a Sumeru ring and this treasure wine pot, he probably doesn’t pay much attention to his sweat mud balls.

"Okay, I'll give you this to you, it's a drink." Jigong threw it casually, and the sweat-smelted ball fell on the table in front of Qiu Ming, without any sway.

Qiu Ming quickly put it away. This sweat pill can definitely be used as a elixir for those who don’t know its origin. Qiu Ming himself can also keep it for later use. Maybe one day he needs help, he will not care about disgust.

"Eat and drink, it's time to pay the bill." Jigong wiped his mouth, looking like he was waiting for Qiu Ming to pay the money.

"Waiter, check out!"

"The guest official, there are two taels and seven cents of silver in total." The waiter looked disappointed, all blamed the beggar. Other rich children went to their restaurant to have dinner, and they would ask a few song singers to accompany them, and the wine was also served one pot after another.

Judging from the reward of one tael of silver just now, if it is like the children of other rich families, why can't there be 10 to 20 taels of silver in this meal? Then he might be able to get a reward of one tael of silver.

The waiter glared at Jigong fiercely, it was all your fault! I don’t know where the good luck of going, so that this young master can invite you to dinner.

Qiu Ming was about to pay for the money, when Jigong saw the waiter's eyes, he suddenly waved his hand to stop Qiu Ming: "Slow down, did you steal it when you served the food?"

The waiter looked panicked: "Stinky beggar, what did you say? How could I steal it? Look clearly, there is no oil in my mouth or hands!"

After the waiter said this, Qiu Ming felt that Jigong had guessed correctly. Why should normal people explain this way when facing such unreasonable accusations?

But they had finished eating this dish, how can we prove that the waiter stole it? Qiu Ming looked at Jigong and saw that Jigong seemed confident.

Jigong looked at the waiter with drunken eyes: "You stole at least one chicken wing and half a fish belly."

The waiter stammered his neck and said, "You are drunk, don't blame me!"

The two of them were talking a little loudly, and the shopkeeper also came up from downstairs. What was Zhang Xiaoliu doing? How could he quarrel with the customer!

He stood outside the door and listened to a few words and knew that it must be Zhang Xiaoliu who stole the guests' food. This is not the first time. However, this matter must not be admitted, otherwise how could the restaurant do business? Moreover, Zhang Xiaoliu is his distant nephew.

The shopkeeper walked into the private room and frowned when he saw Jigong. How could such a person enter their restaurant? How could he have eaten when other guests meet him?

But what made him even more curious was what the young man sitting opposite the beggar did, he looked like a scholar. This is Yingtian Mansion. Any brick thrown or hit by the person who hits him may be the relatives of an official, so usually those who do business must keep a smile when they meet strangers.

But if the other party really wants to be arrogant, he is not afraid. The boss of this restaurant is the son of Master Luo!

"Two, you said that the waiter in our restaurant stole your food. What's the evidence?" The shopkeeper said slowly. After finishing the food, he said that he had been stolen. Do you want to pay the debt?

Even if they were stolen, how do you prove it? Even if they go to the government, their restaurants are not afraid.

"Evidence? Simple. Go and get a basin and I'll show you the evidence." When Jigong said that, he also twisted a broad bean and threw it into his mouth.

The shopkeeper waved his hand and Zhang Xiaoliu quickly ran downstairs to get the basin. He didn't believe it. How to prove a basin? Even if you put the chicken bones on it, I can say that you swallowed the bones in!

Qiu Ming was also confused. What did you want to do with a basin? When the basin was brought, Jigong bent down and lowered his head. Qiu Ming looked strange. Could this Jigong want to spit out all the food he had eaten?

Damn, this is so disgusting!

The shopkeeper's face was not very good either. Isn't this a scoundrel? If other guests in the private room hear vomiting, if they smell it again, they will not open today!

vomit

Jigong was really opening his mouth and spitting something out, but Qiu Ming's pupils suddenly shrank, and what Jigong spit out turned out was a whole carp!

The carp fell into the basin and was still beating! It was just a little strange that there seemed to be a piece missing on the carp's belly.

When Zhang Xiaoliu saw this broken carp, his eyes were almost glaring out. Isn’t the piece he stole the fish belly?

How is this possible? How can the fish that has been eaten still be spit out?!

Qiu Ming didn't know, is this considered an illusion? If it was an illusion, it would be fine. With Qiu Ming's cultivation speed, he could also be used in two years, but it would not be easy to deceive someone who is also a monk.

But if it weren't for the illusion, but some other secret technique, it would be terrible!

"Why, don't you admit it?" Jigong looked at Zhang Xiaoliu with fun.

"Fake it, it must be fake. You are just a trickster. This fish must be hidden on you to accuse our restaurant."

When the shopkeeper heard this, he realized that Zhang Xiaoliu could not have an accident, otherwise the reputation of the restaurant would be ruined. Besides, how could a dead fish become alive? The beggar's mouth is so small, how could he spit out such a big fish?

"What can a fish prove? Didn't you say he even stole your chicken? OK, you spit out the chicken and I'll take a look?"

"Okay, I'll let you see." Jigong looked indifferent.

"Wait a minute, Xiao Liu, go and search his body so that things will not be hidden in him." Those who make tricks will not make any mistakes in making things happen out of nothing, they are all hidden in advance. This restaurant belongs to their house, so there is no problem with the others, and the most likely they are hidden on them.

Zhang Xiaoliu resisted the nausea, covered his mouth and nose with one hand and touched Jigong with the other. Jigong seemed to be touched with itchy flesh, and laughed.

Seeing Zhang Xiaoliu shook his head, the shopkeeper immediately became confident: "Spit out, you spit out a live chicken!"

vomit

No one saw it very clearly, but he felt that Jigong opened his mouth and spitted it out, and then a chicken jumped out of his mouth and flapped his wings on the ground. What made Zhang Xiaoliumu feel bloody was that the chicken happened to have one wing missing!

Qiu Ming narrowed his eyes and looked at the table. The fish bones and chicken bones didn't even know when they disappeared...
Chapter completed!