Violators Club

Chapter 667 Profiteering
Chapter 667

The empty temple, followed by Xu Si's voice?

The old lama on the opposite side stared at him, raised his wrinkled palm with age spots on it, and stared at Xu Si angrily:

"You know in your heart whether you have taken gunpowder or not! I said the last time, don't say I'm not dead, even if I die, the Kabala I made will not be sold to you, get out, get out of the temple!"

As he said that, he raised his hand to push Xu Si.

However, Xu Si looked confused:

"What the hell? What is Gabala?"

At this time, behind Xu Si, Chen Changqing's voice was heard from a long distance: "Gabala is a magic weapon, generally speaking, after the death of a virtuous old lama, he made it by polishing the bones. rosary."

Bone grinding?

Xu Si was stunned. He subconsciously looked at the rosary beads in the old lama's hand. He had a faint feeling that the material of the rosary beads was not right. It didn't look like animal teeth, and the color of the animal bones in his impression was also different.

Now after listening to Chen Changqing's explanation, Xu Si will look at this string of beads again?
In an instant, he shuddered. Did this shit wear human bones on his wrists, so he was still doing nothing? !

Xu Si felt that his three views had been severely impacted.

Just as Chen Changqing's voice fell, the old lama, who was dressed in red and had golden wisdom on his head, noticed the change in Xu Si's expression, his eyes became a little more suspicious, and then he asked in surprise:

"Aren't you profiteers here to rob Gabala?"

The course of the matter was more tortuous.

About ten years ago, a businessman from nowhere, on his way to the Potala Palace, passed by this unknown temple in front of him, and the old lama warmly entertained him.

In addition, this wealthy businessman went to the countryside as an educated youth when he was young, and he came to the snow area.

The two sides chatted very speculatively, and the other party even expressed that they would help the temple to be renovated.

The old lama refused at first, but later he couldn't hold back the other party. Seeing the cartloads of materials being pulled over, the old lama could only accept the rich businessman's kindness, and thanked the rich businessman.

After much deliberation, the old lama finally took out a string of 800-year-old six-eyed dzi beads blessed by more than ten generations of eminent monks.

I thought the matter would end here. No one would have thought that a few years ago, this rich businessman came again, but this time he did not come to the Potala Palace for tourism, but to the temple to find the old lama.

There is no other meaning. The old lama is more than 100 years old this year, and it is estimated that he will not live for a few years.

There is a young son in the rich man's family, who is relatively weak, and plans to ask for a magic weapon from the temple.

At first, the old lama didn't think much about it, thinking that the other party just wanted an ordinary magic weapon. Although the temple's magic weapon is very precious, it is not particularly rare. After all, the history of this temple is at least 500 years.

But what the old lama didn't think of?
The opponent was actually targeting Gabala!
This is not the most excessive, the rich man even expressed that he wanted the string in the hands of the old lama at the beginning, but if the old lama was unwilling, he could use his bones to make a string of Gabala after his death.

The old lama was immediately angry.

Gabala is a magic weapon that is special in snowy areas, especially in temples with this kind of heritage.

The rosary beads here are often made from the bones of several generations, or even more than a dozen generations of eminent monks. Generally, they are not easy to leave the body. Even if they are sent out, they are also given to the next successor of the temple.

Not to mention that the youngest son of the rich man has never seen it himself, and he is not a Tibetan Buddhist monk at all.

Even if you have seen it before, you must first have qualifications and wisdom roots, and then you must practice in a temple, and defeat all competitors of the same age, and get the approval of many lamas before you can inherit this string of magic weapons in your hand.

As for the Kabala beads made from your own bones?
This must be left to the next generation to host, besides, the old lama is not dead yet!
So the old lama refused immediately without even thinking about it.

But the wealthy businessman plausibly said that all your temples were rebuilt by me, what's wrong with asking you for a string of rosary beads?
The old lama said that he did not agree with it at all.

It’s just that the rich businessman didn’t care about these at all. He said that since I have paid, I must get something in return, so no matter what, you have to give me this string of gabala, and even threatened to push it to the temple if the old lama didn’t give it.

Because this temple was built by him, at least half of the temple should be his, including the Buddha statues in the temple, ritual instruments and so on.

Just like this, the rich people come every once in a while.

At least two or three days, as many as ten days.

The old lama also thought about giving money, but at this time the rich businessman said that he did not want money, plausibly saying that this is the cause and effect that the old lama owed to himself, and that where there is a cause, there will be an effect, and the Kabala after your death must be mine.

There was no one in the temple, partly because the land was sparsely populated, and partly because the rich man had just visited two days ago.

The old lama was worried that the rich would disturb his disciples' practice, so he let these monks go out.

And next to the temple, there is a house.

Obviously there is a better house in the nearby temple, but the old lama brought Chen Changqing and Xu Si here, with salty milk tea boiled in the pot, knowing that Xu Si was not a villain invited by a rich businessman, the ashamed old lama couldn’t stay Shouted to Xu Si:

"Quanta, Quanta."

This is Tibetan, which probably means sorry, sorry.

Xu Si was silent here, and he thought of a possibility, which made him frown. He had seen similar situations when he traveled with his father Xu Xiang in the early years.

These people are looking for remote places with a lot of history.

Half-coaxed, half-deceived, half-robbed, half-threatened, just like that, he forcibly tricked out the treasure from the temple, and then turned around and made a lot of money.

This made Xu Si's eyes flash a stern look, if it was really what he guessed?

This rich businessman is not a rich businessman, but a damn liar!
Not far away, the old lama who was making milk tea with his head bowed, was old and his eyes were dim, so he failed to notice the change in Xu Si's eyes.

He arched his back, and carefully put the boiled milk tea into the cup with a small pot, with a simple smile on his wrinkled face: "Try it, this is our specialty, milk tea is salty, and I don't know how to drink it." Not to your taste."

Xu Si took a sip, and the taste was a bit strange, and the milk taste was even a little too strong, but it was surprisingly good.

Looking at the expectant eyes of the old lama, Xu Si raised his thumb:

"Delicious!"

The old lama grinned, feeling that he was several years younger, and then poured Chen Changqing a cup of milk tea.

Time passed in a hurry, and two or three hours passed in the blink of an eye.

Although the old lama is very old, he is an old Tibetan and lives in the hinterland of the snowy area, but his Chinese is surprisingly good. It is said that the old lama joined the army when he was young, and was a young lama when he crossed the Yalu River. team leader.

He didn't come back until the previous old lama left.

In addition to these scriptures in the snow area, the old lama even has a well-read anthology here.

It's a pity that I am old and my eyesight is not good enough. I have been unable to read these books for a long time. I can only clean up the dust on them in my spare time. But it is undeniable that the old lama visited many places when he was young. The experience can even be called a legend.

Xu Si has been to all over the world. This is not because of Chen Changqing, but because of his previous experience. Old man Xu wanted to investigate the mystery of Feng Baobao's life experience, and he liked to walk around when he had nothing to do.

Xu Si followed suit, and had been to quite a few places.

This is also the reason why he can become Chen Changqing's driver. You must know that in this era, technology is not yet developed enough to have navigation, and everyone who travels by car must have an exquisite map.

It was also for this reason that Xu Si had a very happy chat with the old lama.

Chatting and chatting like this, the time seemed to be evening, and the old lama who was about to turn [-] years old got up:
"Little baby, do you want to eat something good?"

Xu Si scratched his head, looking embarrassed:

"What's good?"

The old lama laughed, with a bit of pride in his eyes: "There is a dish called Dalai stew, do you want to eat it, I will make it for you?"

Rubbing his hands, although he said it was embarrassing, Xu Si still moved over honestly:
"I'm so sorry, what can I do for you? I can help."

(End of this chapter)