Mysterious treasure chest

Chapter 285 Huangtu Baye was chatting and laughing, and his life was overwhelming.

Yang Hao also felt sore when he saw it, and said with a dark face on purpose: "Sister Afang, I have a bad temper. If you don't want me to lose my temper, please sit down and eat quickly. The children are hungry too. Hurry up!" Eat it while it's hot."

Liu Qing also stood up and stretched out her hand to pull Ah Fang, while the little monk recited a mantra and persuaded him: "Buddha of Infinite Life, this female benefactor please take a seat quickly, my stomach is growling with hunger."

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Yang Hao sprayed, and asked with black lines all over his head: "Extreme sex, you are not a Taoist priest, you should read a woolen 'Infinite Life Buddha', should it be 'Amitabha Buddha'?"

The little monk looked at him with disdainful eyes, and said disdainfully: "Brother Hao, you are uneducated, the Buddha of Infinite Life is Amitabha."

"It's just that the former is a translation of Zhongtu, while the latter is directly transliterated from Sanskrit. I like to say 'Infinite Life Buddha', can't it?"

In fact, Yang Hao really understood the origin of this. After all, Sanskrit has no secrets in his eyes, but he deliberately sang with the little monk to ease the slightly awkward atmosphere.

Sure enough, Ah Fang was taken aback for a while, and asked Liu Qing in a low voice: "This little bald brother, is... a monk?"

"That's right, but he eats meat and drinks everything, so you don't have to treat him as a monk." Liu Qing took her to the table and sat down, and the two children quickly followed.

Only then did Yang Hao let go of his belly, and continued to eat meat and drink with the little monk, feeling very happy.

Liu Qing kept picking up food for A Fang and the two children, making the two children so happy that their mouths were full of greasy food.

In the end, my stomach was so bulging that I couldn't fit in the clothes anymore, so I reluctantly put down the bowls and chopsticks.

Ah Fang didn't eat much and seemed very reserved, but she lowered her head several times, looked at the two children, and secretly wiped her tears.

Yang Hao and the little monk had almost eaten, so they simply left the table with the flagon in hand, saying that they were going to the corridor to blow some air, but in fact it was a chance for A Fang to eat more.

After going out the door, the two came to the end of the corridor, leaned against the porch pillar, and looked at the endless mountains in front of them.

The little monk glanced at Yang Hao, and laughed: "Brother Hao, you are actually a good person, really."

Yang Hao shrugged, picked up the jug, and took a sip of wine: "Don't send me a good man card, I'm not interested in men, including monks."

The fruit wine brewed by the mountain people has a very unique taste, with a bit of sweetness in the sourness. It is not suitable for the first taste, but as long as you drink a few more sips, you will fall in love with the taste of bitterness first and then sweetness.

The little monk took the jug from his hand, took a big gulp, and hiccupped in satisfaction, before shaking his head and saying.

"The situation in the world is from my generation, and the time has passed since I entered the rivers and lakes; Huangtu Baye is talking and laughing, and I can't live a drunken life."

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The wine in Yang Hao’s mouth spewed out like a fountain, coughing again and again: "Ahem, cough, are you...are you kidding me? Or do you think I haven’t watched "Swordsman" "Invincible in the East"?"

The little monk tilted his head, looked at him with drunken eyes, and breathed alcohol: "Brother Hao, life is short, why take it seriously? As the saying goes, 'Who will realize the big dream first? I know it myself in my life', Zhuang Zhou Mengdie, happy Just fine."

Yang Hao felt goose bumps all over his body when he saw him, and shivered: "Fuck, master, you are drunk, and besides... I really don't want to be gay, so please show mercy and let me go. "

The little monk raised his neck, drank the wine in the jug, and laughed loudly: "Okay, Brother Hao, Lord Buddha, I will tease you. How can I get drunk with my thousand cups of alcohol?" ,right?"

As soon as the words fell, there was a thud, and the little monk lay down on the ground, sleeping soundly reeking of alcohol.

The black line on Yang Hao's forehead was like a waterfall, and he wailed: "I'm too damn drunk, this is a thousand cups without getting drunk? And you are a monk, can you have some wine?"

In the end, Yang Hao dragged the little monk's feet backwards, threw him on the bamboo bed in the next room, and went out by himself to discuss with Uncle Jiu about leaving.

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"Uncle Jiu, I heard from my companion that you suggest that we stay in the stockade for a couple of days, and when you go down the mountain to go to the market, we can go down the mountain together on your tractor?"

When Yang Hao found Uncle Jiu, the old man was squatting on the steps outside the gate of the village, smoking a dry cigarette.

He glanced at Yang Hao, nodded and said, "Well, that's right, I heard from Ah Fang that the three of you are good people, so for her sake, let me help you again."

Yang Hao frowned, and asked: "But didn't you say yesterday that several parts of the mountain road below were destroyed by mudslides? How did the tractor go down the mountain?"

Uncle Jiu smiled cunningly: "Hey, I didn't lie to you, there are indeed several mountain roads that have been washed away, but it was said in the broadcast this morning that one road will be repaired soon, and the tractor will be able to go down the mountain by then. Well."

Yang Hao was skeptical: "Even if this is the case, what if we insist on leaving today and walking down the mountain?"

Uncle Jiu took a puff of cigarette unhurriedly, puffed out the clouds and said: "Young man, I advise you to listen to me, this is a hundred thousand mountains, if you don't have a local to guide you, it is impossible for you to leave out."

Yang Hao squinted his eyes, and asked coldly: "Then how did the group of Burmese people you mentioned earlier come in? Since you are so hostile to them, they must have come here and threatened you, right?"

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Uncle Jiu raised his head sharply, stared at Yang Hao, and finally smiled wryly for a long while, then sighed: "Oh, forget it, it's okay to tell you, anyway, I really don't know the whereabouts of that treasure , and no one in the village knows."

He said: "Actually, at the beginning, the Burmese people were just a group of poor people. In order to avoid the war, they sneaked across the border from the other side of the mountain and came here to beg for food."

"At that time, my son was in the jade business in Green Lake Town. I took pity on them and took them in to work. I often took them back to the village to help with farm work."

"Later, this group brought some people over from Myanmar, and their influence gradually grew. I heard that they even started smuggling and drug trafficking business."

"My son...well, well, he also became greedy later on. In order to make a fortune, he also participated in the smuggling business, mainly smuggling rough jadeite. Drugs are absolutely prohibited."

"Finally, my son was caught in a police crackdown. Although he was released soon because of insufficient evidence, the Burmese people thought he had betrayed them."

"It didn't take long for my son's family of three to disappear. Before that, he came back once in a panic, but left quickly without saying anything to me."

(End of this chapter)