The banks of the old Yellow River Road.
There is naturally no shortage of restaurants, the most famous being Shabu Shabu.
It is a great place to eat shabu-shabu and drink the most authentic Fen wine on a cold and windy winter day.
The only thing is that the atmosphere in the hotel is a bit strange.
He was surrounded by a beautiful woman with her hands on her chest, not interested in the fragrant lamb in front of him, but with an odd expression on her face, and an old monk with a yellow face looking at the fatty lamb on the table and the white wine in his gla*s, more or less uncomfortable.
It was a strange combination, really.
“Old brother, you slice the leg of lamb for me, and boil the soup for me with the big bones.” Qin Hai Hai held his gla*s of wine and shouted to his old brother who was slaughtering a live lamb outside the window to the side.
That old brother answered.
Zhi Xin was even more uncomfortable, watching the live sheep being dismantled and then becoming a meal on a plate, naturally he could not bear it, his mouth straightened out Amitabha Buddha and said with a bitter smile, “Master Qin, you are doing me a disservice.”
“Had a heart.”
Qin Hai said in disbelief, “How can you say that? The Buddha is in your heart, but you can’t find it, that means you haven’t experienced enough. With all due respect, how many people in the world today can see beyond the red world? Which one of them is just in the midst of it and is presumptuous?”
“That’s true, but?” Daxin frowned slightly.
Qin Dahai smiled and said, “Monk, although I am a monk, the practice of Buddhism is also the same, you need to have a firm mind. Why do you want to enter the red world? If you continue to follow the same rules, how can you leave the red world? In the end, it will only be empty.”
Qin Hai Hai’s mouth was also very good.
Ren Hongyu was dizzy as she listened to his ramblings and then dazedly drank the first cup of wine in her life.
“Come, come, come, the Fen wine here is authentic, come and try it.”
Qin Dahai filled another gla*s.
He had quite a few toasts to make.
He didn’t know what to think, but he didn’t refuse.
One gla*s after another.
She thought that her father was already an expert with a drinking capacity of nearly three kilograms, but why were these two not even a little bit drunk by now?
Qin Hai Hai fished out a cigarette and lit it.
He also handed one to Zhixin.
He took a puff and soon coughed. Qin Hai patted him on the back and said, “Slowly, you have to take your time with this cigarette to appreciate its meaning, just like this wine. Where’s the wine? Boss, ten more cases of white wine!”
At once there was a scattering of sounds.
The crowd of people in the mutton hall also had their jaws on the floor.
Ten boxes?
This is 60 catties per box, ten boxes of 600 catties, even plain water is not like this, right?
The boss was also trembling and had people carry ten cases of liquor, and was also hesitant to call the emergency services, fearing that these two people would drink themselves sick.
“Miscalculation, this old monk can drink so much, I still don’t believe this evil.” Qin Dahai cursed in his heart, opened a bottle of white wine and continued to laugh, “Come on, keep drinking.”
From noon, until the evening.
Not a single person in the mutton restaurant left, all looking at these two people.
Ten cases of white wine.
Seven cases were drunk.
Qin Hai was already a little red in the face and his stomach was unbearably distended. If it wasn’t for the Dragon Seeking Dao technique that quickly broke down the liquor, he wouldn’t have been able to hold it up, while the old monk was in a drunken state, confused, with dazed eyes and flushed face. The two of them drank this not much wine and ate two goats, so it could be said that they were full of wine and food.
Without the need for Qin Dahai to indicate, the old monk himself fished out a cigarette and lit it, exhaling a smoke ring, that skillfulness made the crowd of old smokers sweat, he was confused, biting his tongue and said, “Master Qin, this? Is this drunk?”
“Everyone gets drunk when they’re not drunk… what do you think the difference is between those who are drunk and those who are not?” Qin Hai asked as he smoked his cigarette.
The old monk burped and suddenly howled.
The ghostly wailing startled people.
The boss came forward and said worriedly, “It’s not like you’ve drunk too much and damaged your brain, is it?”
“Where is this?” Qin Dahai waved his hand and said, “This little bit of wine, he’s drunk at most.”
The boss, as well as the crowd, was speechless for a while.
Just looking at Qin Hai, who was not the least bit drunk, they all trembled in their hearts at once.
How much could this guy drink?
He must have drunk more than twenty bottles of wine by himself, right? This was over 50 proof Fen wine, not plain water!
“I am seeking Buddha with all my heart, but where is he?” The old monk suddenly howled, “Master always says that the Buddha is in the heart, but why is it that countless times I have tried to ask my heart, but the Buddha’s heart is nowhere to be found?”
“Are you crazy?”
The boss was worried again.
Qin Dahai smiled heatedly and said, “Boss, tell me, what exactly is this Buddha?”
“What the hell?” The boss was stunned, then laughed bitterly, “I’m just a boss who runs a mutton restaurant, you’re asking what is Buddha here, isn’t that a slap in my face?”
“Speak from your heart.” Qin Dahai said.
The boss thought for a moment and then laughed bitterly, “Buddha is Buddha, what else can it be.”
“Then that’s right, Buddha is Buddha, why do you have to think so complicated?” Qin Dahai slapped the table, startling the crowd.
The bewildered eyes had a little more clarity: “Buddha is Buddha?”
“Everything in heaven and earth is the Tao, I am in the midst of the nature of heaven and earth, cultivating my heart, you are in the midst of a hundred feet of red dust asking Buddha for transcendence, but transcendence is right beside you, why don’t you step out? Come, take a step.” Qin Dahai shouted loudly.
“Take a step?”
Daxin asked in a dazed voice.
“Just one step!” Qin Hai said.
Daxin staggered to his feet, his face still sad and bitter as he looked ahead and asked, “Is it really feasible to take one step?”
“Just one step, think of the one step you can’t take no matter what, today you take one step!” Qin Dahai drank.
A majestic aura swept out.
It was as if a divine dragon roared.
The boss beside her fell to the ground, while Ren Hongyu stumbled and nearly fell out of her chair, but was held by Duanmu He reaching out, Ren Hongyu blushed slightly and whispered, “Thank you.”
Duanmu He just nodded.
The corners of his mouth held a smile.
A playful glint swept over the heart.
The old monk’s face was sad and bitter, his drunken eyes filled with pain and confusion as he cried, “Master Qin, I can’t walk, I can’t walk.”
At this moment, he felt countless strings pulling him, no matter what he could not take a single step, that firmness and faith that used to travel over a thousand mountains was now turning fragile.
These threads were obsessions.
