mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 274 Wish Da Luo Merry Christmas in Advance

As Xinzhi expected, when William Carlo Weir appeared, many people in the God of War team showed signs of embarrassment.

Bangzi's "counseling" does not know where it started, but it has been consistent throughout history and has been extended to later generations.

Now they have Japanese dads, followed by American dads.

But in Zhao Chuanxin's view, as long as this "counseling" exists, the God of War team will never be successful.

When I left, it was the time for their destruction.

Standing behind William Carlo Weil, Xinzhi vividly interprets the pretentiousness of the fox and the tiger.

On a face full of flesh, there was a smug smile.

Zhao Chuanxin was very dissatisfied with everyone's reaction,
He sat on the ground and waved to William Carlo Will: "Come, come and talk."

Big-eared melon seeds don't smoke you, and I don't know what my last name is.

William Carlo Weil, with a serious tone and a dignified face, did not move forward.

He said dissatisfiedly: "I am the ambassador of the US embassy in Korea, William Carlo Will. Who are you, with such a rude and vulgar attitude?"

Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "It's not a great person. The poor monk, the world-honored Ksitigarbha, the Prajna, the Buddha, the strongest Dharma sea on the surface, Amitabha, is so good."

William Carlo Will's face froze, he tilted his head and asked Xin Zhi: "What's his name?"

"Uh, Dizang, Kuangmo, Fahai..." Xinzhi heard it twice but couldn't remember everything.

There is no difference between Daehan and Qing Dynasty.

There is a definite chain of fear.

William Carlo Will was not very afraid of any armed forces related to Han Ting.

He said seriously: "No matter what kind of Fahai you are, please leave immediately. Otherwise, I will truthfully report what happened today to your former emperor of Korea, and you will pay the price for your arrogance and rudeness."

"Oh, you go, please take care of my brother Li Xi for me, and tell him that the matter will be resolved soon."

"..."

I am Cao.

Worshiping the former emperor of the Korean Empire, Lee Hee?
Even if Li Xi abdicates, after all, he has a noble status, and that's where his status lies.

Seeing that Zhao Chuanxin refused to enter, William Carlo Will raised his civilized stick, paused on the ground, and emphasized: "Besides, I will also report this matter to the Japanese Superintendent Ito Hirobumi."

He said in his heart that Li Xi or Ito Hirobumi, there must be someone he is afraid of, right?

When talking about Lee Hee, both Lee Soo Ji and Park Seung Yeol were a little nervous.

It's an instinctive awe of imperial power, especially Park Seung-yeol, who was not long ago a member of the emperor's bodyguard.

But when it comes to Ito Hirobumi, they are not afraid.

Zhao Chuanxin said "Oh": "Didn't your United States simulate a war with Japan? Can you command Ito Hirobumi?"

William Carlo Will snorted: "This is diplomacy, nothing else, and the Ito Supervisory Committee understands this."

Now Daehan's diplomatic rights have been deprived by Ito Hirobumi.

Zhao Chuanxin said indifferently: "Then you go, if you don't have an umbrella, I can lend you one."

William Carlo Weir's face froze.

Left and right are unscrupulous?
He took a deep breath: "Listen to your English, which is biased towards the southern American accent. Who are you?"

Everyone looked at Zhao Chuanxin, wondering how he would respond.

Especially Park Seung Yeol and Lee Soo Gil.

Lee Soo Ji is also a Korean-American.

Zhao Chuanxin, who didn't want to reveal his identity at first, saw the fearful expressions of Li Xiuji, Park Shengyeol and others, and knew that he had to cheer them up.

On this day, he really broke his heart.

He grinned and said, "My name is Zhao Chuanxin. When you return to China, remember to send Da Luo my best wishes and wish him a Merry Christmas in advance."

The words "Zhao Chuanxin" came out, and William Carlo Weir's head hummed.

"You are the executioner of the Far East..."

The conversation between Zhao Chuanxin and Da Luo back then was well known to the common people in the United States.

The name of an outlaw in the Far East can stop children from crying at night in the western United States.

That old guy, Da Luo, was probably frightened at the time, thinking that Zhao Chuanxin would really kill him in the "White House".

Xin Zhi, who was thinking about calling the American envoy and was sure of winning, suddenly saw William Carlo Weir pale and retreated instinctively.

He was a little dumbfounded.

People outside Fang may know Ito Hirobumi, or Emperor Li Xi, but they have not heard of Zhao Chuanxin's name for the time being.

"Mr. Ambassador, what's the matter with you?"

"I..." William Carlo Will sneered, "I'm not feeling well, I'm going back first."

How dare he fight Zhao Chuanxin?
This man kills Americans without blinking an eye.

Li Xiuji and Park Shengyeol looked at the timid William Carlo Will in surprise, and then looked at Zhao Chuanxin.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Chuanxin reported his name and frightened the US Minister to South Korea like this.

Zhao Chuanxin's smile did not diminish his sincerity: "Remember, without my order tonight, no one is allowed to come out of this temple, otherwise there will be no mercy."

William Carlo Will said awkwardly: "It's raining too much, I'm not going to leave."

"Alright then, let's go."

William Carlo Will, as if he had been pardoned, turned around and left the Azure Dragon Hall as if he was fleeing.

Xinzhi was left with a confused face, not knowing what to do.

The little monk in Lantian not far away sighed, turned around and went to arrange the fast meal.

Some things have to be accepted.

Then, Zhao Chuanxin pointed at Xinzhi: "You are paralyzed, you are going to shake people, right? You will be punished to stand overnight tonight, and your legs will be broken if you dare to sleep."

Although Xinzhi didn't know who Zhao Chuanxin was, he hadn't heard of the God of War squad that was making a fuss recently.

But he roughly understood that Zhao Chuanxin must be someone he couldn't afford.

So without further ado, he obediently went to stand in the corner of the Azure Dragon Hall.

Not long after, Lan Tian ran over and said to Zhao Chuanxin, "Benefactor, I'm already preparing a fast meal. Can you let me go, Senior Brother Xinzhi?"

The pitiful Xinzhi in the corner couldn't help but cast a grateful look at Lantian.

At the critical moment, you have to be a junior brother.

But Zhao Chuanxin was hard-hearted: "No. Go, prepare some washed vegetables for me."

"Um..." Lan Tian didn't expect Zhao Chuanxin to refuse so simply. "Here we go."

Zhao Chuanxin took out the casserole, poured some oil into it and heated it.

When the oil is hot, break another piece of butter hot pot bottom material brought from Lugang Town into it.

A little dried pepper, a little dried chili, after sautéing, pour in a little milk from sweeping goods.

After pouring into the spring water in the glass bottle, the color of chili oil floats on the milky white of the soup, which looks very attractive.

When the water boils, take out the raw fish cake and throw it in, and then put in a large ball of cold noodles.

Immediately, the hall was full of fragrance!

In the corner of the wall, Xinzhi smelled the obvious meaty aroma in his nose, and his Adam's apple was rolling rapidly, so he couldn't get enough of it.

I cursed secretly in my heart: If there is meat in front of the Buddha, just wait for the punishment from the Buddha.

The Buddha may have a lot of time to deal with, and he has no time to punish Zhao Chuanxin.

As if knowing what Xinzhi was thinking, Zhao Chuanxin said to everyone who was also drooling: "You must not know that my senior brother Tathagata also eats meat, right?"

Everyone is used to Zhao Chuanxin's tone.It is no surprise that Tathagata is his senior brother.

Seeing that Zhao Chuanxin seemed to be chattering, Park Shengyeol shyly squeezed to the stove and said, "No way? Isn't the monk only vegetarian?"

As he spoke, he also took out a notebook wrapped in several layers of oiled paper from his pocket.

After wiping it clean, he took out his pen and prepared to record it.

Not only did he not believe it, the rest of the people probably did as well.

Zhao Chuanxin stirred the juice in the casserole with chopsticks, and said: "In the past, the Tathagata begged for alms, and ate whatever he asked for. If there is meat, it is natural to eat it. For this reason, he also formulated the commandment of eating 'three clean meats'. "

Xinzhi in the corner muttered in his heart: "Nonsense, slandering the Buddha is extremely shameless."

Li Xiuji was very interested and asked: "Mr. Zhao, what are the three precepts of clean meat?"

"I didn't kill myself, I didn't order others to kill, and I didn't kill myself. For example, the monk Xinzhi happened to go to a family that was hosting a banquet for guests and friends, and begged for a few pieces of beef. You have obeyed the precepts of the three clean meats."

"Is there such a thing?"

Everyone was shocked.

This is something they have never heard of.

Zhao Chuanxin kept stirring in his hands, and kept talking: "This is similar to the Confucian gentleman who cooks far away. Generally speaking, my senior brother Tathagata, and Kong Laoer and his group are basically both You Li, a bunch of hypocrites. After Buddhism was introduced to China, Emperor Wu of Liang forbade monks to eat meat. Since then, monks have stopped eating meat. Otherwise, everyone has to satisfy their appetites from time to time.”

At this time, Lan Tian came back.

He was holding a bowl, which was full of vegetables, standing tall.

Zhao Chuanxin took the bowl and poured it into the casserole.

Suddenly, Lan Tian said: "Benefactor, what you said is right or wrong."

He purposely kept it a secret.

Everyone looked at him curiously, wanting to hear what the little monk would say.

Lan Tian, ​​on the other hand, set his sights on Zhao Chuanxin.

However, Zhao Chuanxin didn't say anything, he cheerfully stretched out his chopsticks, and pressed down the vegetables in the casserole.

I also took out sesame paste, light soy sauce, sugar, vinegar, and miso from Japanese shops, prepared a bowl of sauce, and waited for the time to come out of the pot.

"..."

Lan Tian also coughed lightly, reminding Zhao Chuanxin that it's time to ask him "what do you mean by this statement".

However, Zhao Chuanxin just put away his chopsticks, sat cross-legged, with his five hearts upturned, like an old monk in meditation.

After all, Lan Tian, ​​who is still young and has a strong desire for performance, couldn't hold back: "Ahem, benefactor Zhao, when the Buddha was still the prince Siddhartha, he ate meat. When he first begged for alms, he had not yet attained enlightenment. Therefore, he may have eaten some meat. But what is certain is that when he became enlightened, he stopped eating meat because it would kill the seed of compassion.”

After being explained by Lan Tian in this way, everyone was stunned.

This is in line with their three views.

This logic is very smooth.

"Oh?" Zhao Chuanxin frowned: "So, as long as he is enlightened and stops eating, the meat he ate before will not cut off his compassion seed?"

The Lantian chicken nodded like pecking rice: "Yes, put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately."

Zhao Chuanxin: "Souga... You all heard it, now you should kill and eat, and one day in the future, when you are discharged from the army, you will put down the butcher knife, and you will become a Buddha immediately."

When everyone heard it, I, Cao, made sense.

They all became excited: "It turns out that we can also become Buddhas right away, so good."

Lan Tian was dumbfounded.

This……

The ingredients in the casserole are all cooked, the fish cake and cold noodles are rotten, and the crispness of the vegetables is just right. Zhao Chuanxin seized the opportunity to scoop the food into the sauce bowl, put a rag on the ear of the casserole, and poured some Soup goes in.

Stir with chopsticks, the aroma of the sticks will make those who smell it salivate in shock.

Everyone in the hall looked at Zhao Chuanxin eagerly.

Li Xiuji asked dryly: "Mr. Zhao, what is this called?"

"It's called Malatang."

As he said that, Zhao Chuanxin scooped out the sticky Malatang with chopsticks, and began to eat it with a hiss and a haha.

The taste was not the authentic Mala Tang he had tasted, but it was not bad.

He hadn't eaten Malatang for a long time, and he made up his mind to bring this technology back to Lugang Town, so that Malatang can flourish everywhere in Lugang Town.

Li Xiuji was waiting for Zhao Chuanxin's invitation to eat together, but Zhao Chuanxin didn't strangle him at all.

Hearing a gurgling stomach and swallowing saliva, Zhao Chuanxin raised his eyelids:
"Do you think that after joining the God of War team, you will end up with a dead end? The idea of ​​sacrificing your life for the country is the motivation that supports you to continue?"

Most of them lowered their heads.

This is indeed their voice.

Most of the former guard soldiers who did not join the God of War team gave up for this reason.

Zhao Chuanxin chuckled: "If you have the intention of dying together, you will definitely not survive in the end. Have you ever thought that the Japanese army has only one division stationed in Daehan. Even if Daehan is a tiny place, it can cost [-] to [-] people. The Japanese army is a drop in the bucket for such a large territory. If you want to increase troops, the emperor will not agree, because the investment is too large, and the gains outweigh the losses..."

This is also what Zhao Chuanxin has been thinking about in recent days.

The Japanese and Koreans all set their sights on the Seoul area, the prosperous areas in the south of the Yangtze River and the north of the Yangtze River, including the grain-producing areas of Ganghwa Island in Jemulpo.

The southern part of South Korea is mountainous and undeveloped, far from being fertile and wild.But there is not a barren land, whether it is Jeollabuk-do in the southwest or Gyeongsangnam-do in the southeast, although Japan does not pay attention to it, the God of War team can attack it.

It is true that Japan wants to take over South Korea, but Japan is not closely integrated.

A few years later, people headed by Hasegawa Yomichi will stage a good show of "warlord poisoning the cabinet".

Because Haodao Hasegawa wanted to increase two divisions in South Korea, the cabinet disagreed, and the emperor was helpless.

So why can't the God of War team develop a base in the south?
Even in the advanced communication and flexible wars of later generations, if the Yankees want to attack a certain place, it is still impossible to cover the whole territory, and they will still lose sight of the other and be divided by the local armed gangs.

Now the Japanese army basically doesn't even have fucking cars, and where there are no trains, the cannons are all pushed by horses.

The God of War team casually drilled into the mountains to fight guerrillas, at least it could avoid the baptism of artillery fire and being surrounded by the Japanese.

Suffering is a bit bitter, but compared with climbing snow-capped mountains and crossing grasslands, can this bit of suffering be called suffering?

Zhao Chuanxin roughly analyzed it for everyone.

The more Park Seungyeol listened, the brighter his eyes became.

Li Xiuji got up suddenly: "Mr. Zhao, but we have no money and no food, what should we do?"

"No money and no food?" Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "Is there no one in the south? Since you are determined to rule with the Japanese, how can you have no money and food? Think about it carefully?"

Li Xiuji froze for a moment, then narrowed his eyes.

Zhao Chuanxin said again: "Sometimes I feel that volunteer soldiers and the like are too stupid and disorganized. You have too many natural allies, really. If it is... Forget it, let's not talk about it. Anyway, you The resources in hand are far more than you imagined."

He thought of Piao Zehu who had been looking for him a few days ago, and Liang Qiduo of the "Daehan Daily News". He casually gathered a group of such patriotic businessmen, and there was no need to deprive them of their property or absorb their wealth like a bottomless pit.

Just need to carry out in-depth cooperation, isn't the money rolling in?

In addition, the heart of the whole country is for the people of the motherland, and it is not only the little devils who can do such things as spying on the whole people.

At this time, some monks came to Qinglong Hall with bowls and chopsticks and vegetarian food.

Zhao Chuanxin, Li Xiuji and Park Shengyeol agreed not to talk about it anymore.

The crowd had already been scalded by Zhao Chuanxin's spicy pot, and the greedy worms were eager to move, without mentioning the taste, they picked up the food and showed it to their mouths.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed a monk: "You didn't spit in the food, did you?"

The monk was startled: "Don't dare, a monk will definitely not do this."

Zhao Chuanxin did not have a good impression of any temple.

Monks are the most fucking fucked up.

He threatened: "If you dare to play tricks, I will slaughter you all over the temple."

"Amitabha, the donor's words are serious, I really dare not."

"get out."

Anyway, if he doesn't eat it, even if the food is poisonous, then he has no choice but to avenge these people.

Li Xiuji stared eagerly at the bottom of the Mala Tang pot: "Mr. Zhao, can I have some soup?"

Not to be outdone, Park Seung-yeol said, "I'll come too."

Zhao Chuanxin saw that everyone was looking this way, sucked his teeth, and took out some hot pot ingredients and milk: "One by one, come and cook the soup by yourself, let's share some rice."

Everyone was overjoyed.

Zhao Chuanxin took the bowl and ate aside, regardless of their fight.

Those who were excited even broke off a small piece of hot pot bottom material and put it in a rice bowl, then poured some boiling water, and after mixing it thoroughly, it tasted delicious.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "There must be someone guarding the gate to prevent monks and pilgrims staying in the temple from going out to report. Tonight, we will live here."

Going out to guard the gate means giving up warmth and comfort, which is naturally a hard job.

Park Seungyeol poured the little fish cake residue left in the bottom of the pot into the man's bowl.

After eating, Zhao Chuanxin pointed to Xinzhi in the corner: "Stand all night tonight, don't fucking sneak around. Otherwise, I'll break your leg."

Xinzhi's legs were already numb, and he could only bear it because of Zhao Chuanxin's many men and guns.

Then Zhao Chuanxin ignored others, found a dry place, moved the stove over there, and lay down on the ground with his clothes on to sleep.

When he was still unconscious, Zhao Chuanxin felt that someone was shaking his shoulder violently.

He opened his eyes in a daze: "Don't make trouble, why don't you sleep in the middle of the night?"

"Mr. Zhao, the Japanese army has gone up the mountain!"

Zhao Chuanxin's drowsiness was swept away, and he sat up suddenly: "Fuck, how did you find the little devil?"

(End of this chapter)