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Chapter 668 Pull the Trigger
Chapter 668 Pull the Trigger

It's a little strange to say that, as one of the three major beliefs, Buddhism has been passed down all over the world, but only in the Central Plains?

The monks here don't eat meat, even the monks of the same country are different.For example, the lamas of Tibetan Buddhism have never heard that they do not eat meat, so there is a difference between lamas and monks.

One more word, if you have eaten in temples of two different sects, monks and Taoists?
You will find that the same temple, the diet of the two sides is very different.

The three meals of the Taoist priests are mainly light, while the three meals of the monks are vegetarian, but the fat is heavy, with a thick layer of oil on the surface. This is not because the monks do this on purpose, but because they need oil to fill the lack. of meat fat.

Although understandable, it gives people a very deformed feeling.

In addition, if the monk's temple has a clear soup with little water and almost no fat, it is likely that the monks of this temple have violated the precepts, because even the old Taoist priests who usually have clear soup and little water still eat some meat every now and then.

And because of precepts, monks who cannot supplement animal protein and fat can't stand this kind of life even with their iron bodies.

As for the so-called lama stew?

It sounds very high, because in Tibetan, Lama is an honorary title, referring to eminent monks, masters, etc., but in fact this dish has nothing to do with the snowy area. It is said that it is a monk from the Mongolian area. researched.

But because of the influence of the region, this thing is actually stewed pork with cabbage!
When the old lama crossed the Yalu River, he learned this dish from the monitor of the cooking class.

It's a pity that the living conditions at that time were poor, and the squad leader of the cooking team couldn't make a lama stew for the brothers until the day he left.

Later, when he returned to his hometown, the old lama even specially went to study.

It's a pity that the products in the snow area were not rich at that time, and it was not possible to do it several times a year. This situation continued until the 60s, when the snow area began to promote the cultivation of vegetables, and the old lama had the conditions to display it.

Forget about pork, of course.

Not to mention that the monastery did not raise pigs, even if they did, the old lama's physical condition was not enough to support him to kill pigs.

The material used was a sheep specially killed for the old lama when the disciple left. Fearing that Xu Si would not have enough to eat, the old lama deliberately took a whole leg of lamb, and picked a handful of tomatoes from the vegetable garden. Two or three large eggplants, and a particularly tender Chinese cabbage.

The reason why there are more vegetables and less meat is not because the old lama is reluctant.

In the eyes of monks of his age, vegetables are much more precious than meat, and it is not only the old lama who thinks so. Looking at the statistics, since there are a large number of vegetables, the average life expectancy in the snow area has soared from 35 years old to 71 years old!
Meat and vegetables are cut into large pieces, green onion and ginger are used to remove fishy smell and enhance flavor, and soy sauce is stimulated at high temperature to bring out the umami.

Although it is not glacier water melted from the snow-covered plateau, the underground water source is very clear and sweet. A large pot is filled to the brim, and a pot of highland barley is steamed in a cage above it.

After all, he was getting old, even with Xu Si at his side, the old lama was still a little tired after all this work.

Finding a futon to sit down on, wiping the sweat from his forehead, the old lama looked at Xu Si curiously:

"Xiao Si, I don't think you believe in Buddhism, so why did you come here?"

Holding a scallion in his hand, Xu Si quickly cut the white of the scallion into chopped green onions. Perhaps it was because of the Michelin chef's technique that the chopped green onions seemed to be thinner than normal chopped green onions?
As for the old lama's question, Xu Si shrugged and said half-jokingly:
"If I don't come, how can I meet you, old monk?"

The old lama froze for a moment, smiled and nodded:
"That's true."

Then Xu Si followed the old lama's words and continued: "Actually, I came with the boss. Wherever he said to go, I will go there. There is no way, who let me be the driver."

After the words fell, the old lama was stunned for a moment. He turned his head and looked at Chen Changqing who had been a transparent person all afternoon, with a very surprised expression:

"Is he your boss?"

Chen Changqing was a little helpless, he didn't know what was special about Xu Si,
To please the old lama so much.

The whole afternoon, the old lama's attention was almost on Xu Si, and only when Xu Si took the initiative to mention it did the old lama notice that there was a third person in the room. After looking around, the old lama asked curiously :

"Believe in Buddhism?"

Chen Changqing shook his head and raised his delicate and white fist:
"No, I believe this."

The old lama nodded, and ignored Chen Changqing, but turned to look at Xu Si:

"Since you don't believe in Buddhism, what is your boss doing here?"

Xu Si was a little confused, and he didn't know this question, because at first he thought that the boss came to the snow area to find Buddhist monks to brighten his muscles. These monks in the Central Plains were too stretched, but these lamas in the snow area were different.

In terms of background and strength, it is only slightly weaker than Taoism.

But then Xu Si didn't feel like this was the case. It seemed that his boss came to the snow area to find someone.

As for who this person is?
Although Xu Si was a little curious, he strictly controlled his mouth - if the boss didn't say anything, he would never ask more questions.

He is just a driver, and the boss doesn't care about eating, drinking and drinking on weekdays, but you want to ask questions?

I really thought the boss had a good temper!

On the other side, Xu Si looked at Chen Changqing hesitantly.

He made up his mind that if the boss didn't want to mention it, he would subtly interrupt the topic, but what did Xu Si not expect?
After a while, the boss didn't have the slightest intention to hide, so he said it openly:

"It's nothing. I just came to see a friend. I don't know if the old lama has heard of it. Her name is Tashi Liqi."

After the voice fell, the atmosphere in the small house suddenly fell silent.

Xu Si's reaction was very strong, because he noticed that the moment the old lama heard the name?
The originally loose eyes suddenly froze, and the whole person was like a cheetah ready to go, and the hunched back straightened a lot, almost subconsciously, the old lama stared at Chen Changqing with burning eyes:
"Wait, who are you talking about?!"

Chen Changqing looked at the old lama, and with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, he spoke again clearly:
"Zashi Liqi."

Taking a deep breath, unlike the previous ignorance, the old lama's expression is very serious at the moment, even with a bit of seriousness: "Just ask, are you called Chen Changqing?"

Chen Changqing nodded, and looked at the old lama calmly like this:
"If it's Chen Changqing that Zhaxi Liqi said, then it's me."

After listening to what Chen Changqing said, the old lama fell silent.

With a hunched body, he tremblingly got up from the ground, and then the old lama looked at Xu Si and Chen Changqing apologetically: "Wait a minute, I'll go out for a while."

Then he went out and walked towards the temple step by step.

And looking at the old lama who left, Xu Si couldn't help but look a little more worried:

"Boss, are you okay?"

Xu Si wasn't worried about Chen Changqing, he knew the strength of his boss, what Xu Si was really worried about was if there was a conflict next time?

With the old lama's small body, I'm afraid he might not be able to see the sun tomorrow.

As for Chen Changqing, his face was indifferent, and he gave Xu Si a reassuring expression:

"Don't worry, it's fine."

However, after more than ten minutes, the old lama with a thin body staggered towards the house step by step, holding a stick-shaped object more than one meter long wrapped in linen cloth dyed golden yellow in his hand.

The old lama entered the room, first wiped the sweat off his face, gave Xu Si a smile that made him puzzled, and then looked at Chen Changqing seriously:

"The matter is very important, let me ask you one last time, are you really Chen Changqing?!"

Chen Changqing didn't answer this time, he just nodded.

As for Chen Changqing's response, the old lama took a deep breath, his eyes were fixed, his withered arms were bulging with veins, and he let out a low growl:
"excuse me!"

After the words fell, the old lama lifted the golden linen in his hand, and inside was a large-caliber double-barreled shotgun with an orange-red stock and a cold metal glow!

This is an m-37, a weapon that can be seen in almost any Hollywood shootout blockbuster, commonly known as a troll.Although the shape is old, but with its powerful power, it is the favorite shotgun of all hunters!

And the moment he pulled out his gun?
The old lama didn't hesitate at all, he aimed fiercely at Chen Changqing's head and pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

(End of this chapter)