The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Xinzhi expected it to be true. When William Carroll Will appeared, many people in the God of War team had a look of fear on their faces.

I don’t know where Bangzi’s “cowardice” started. It has been consistent throughout history and has extended to later generations.

Now they have Japanese dads, followed by American dads.

But in Zhao Chuanxin's view, as long as this cowardice persists, the God of War team will never become a success.

When he leaves, they will be destroyed.

Xinzhi stood behind William Carroll Weir and performed the fox's fake role as the tiger's power to the fullest.

A proud smile showed on his face full of anger.

Zhao Chuanxin was very dissatisfied with everyone's reaction.

He sat on the ground and waved to William Carroll Will: Come on, come near and talk.

If I don’t slap you with big-eared melon seeds, I won’t know what my last name is.

William Carroll Will, who had a serious tone and a majestic face, did not move forward.

He said dissatisfied: I am the ambassador of the U.S. Embassy in South Korea, William Carroll Will. Who are you, with such a rude and vulgar attitude?

Zhao Chuanxin sneered: He is not a great person. The poor monk Ksitigarbha Prajna and all the Buddhas are catching demons and crazy demons. The most powerful Dharma sea on the face of the earth, Amitabha, is so good.

William Carroll Will's face froze, and he tilted his head and asked Xinzhi: What is his name?

Um, Ksitigarbha, Kuangmo, Fahai... Xinzhi heard it twice and couldn't remember it all.

There is no difference between Korea and Qing Dynasty.

There is a definite chain of fear.

William Carroll Will was not afraid of any armed force related to Han Ting.

He said seriously: No matter who you are Fa Hai, please leave immediately. Otherwise, I will truthfully report today's events to you, the former Emperor of Korea, and you will pay the price for your arrogance and rudeness.

Oh, go ahead and ask my brother Li Xi for help. Tell him that the matter will be solved soon.

...

I am Cao.

Do you want to bow down to the former Emperor of the Korean Empire, Lee Hee?

Even if Li Xi abdicates, after all, he has a noble status and his status is there.

Seeing that Zhao Chuan's salary and salt were not coming in, William Carroll Weir raised his civilized staff, paused on the ground, and emphasized: In addition, I will also report this matter to Japan's Commander-in-Chief Hirobumi Ito.

He thought that Li Xi or Ito Hirobumi had to be someone he was afraid of, right?

When talking about Lee Hee, both Lee Soo-gil and Park Seung-yeol were a little nervous.

This is an instinctive reverence for imperial power, especially Park Seung-yeol, who until recently was a member of the emperor's bodyguard.

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

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

William Carroll Will snorted: This is diplomacy and nothing else. The Ito Council understands this.

Today, South Korea’s diplomatic rights have been deprived by Ito Hirobumi.

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

William Carroll Will's face was stern.

Are you just being unscrupulous?

He took a deep breath: Your English sounds more like a 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-gil is also a Korean-American.

Zhao Chuanxin, who didn't want to reveal his identity, saw the fearful looks on Lee Soo-gil, Park Seung-yeol and others, and knew he had to cheer them up.

This day, he was really worried.

He smiled and said: My name is Zhao Chuanxin. When you return to China, remember to take care of Da Luo for me and wish him a Merry Christmas in advance.

After saying the words Zhao Chuanxin, William Carroll Will's head buzzed.

You are the executioner of the Far East...

The conversation between Zhao Chuanxin and Da Luo in the air was well known to the American people.

The name of an outlaw from the Far East can stop children from crying at night in the American West.

The old guy Da Luo was probably frightened at the time, thinking that Zhao Chuanxin would really go to the White House.

Xinzhi, who had thought about calling the American minister and winning, suddenly saw William Carroll Will's face turned pale and instinctively retreated.

He was a little dumbfounded.

Outsiders may know Ito Hirobumi or Emperor Li Xi, but they have never heard of Zhao Chuanxin.

Mr. Ambassador, what's wrong with you?

I... William Carroll Will sneered: I'm feeling a little unwell. I have to go back first.

How dare he talk to Zhao Chuanxin?

This man kills Americans without blinking an eye.

Lee Soo-gil and Park Seung-yeol looked at the cowering William Carroll Will in surprise, and then at Zhao Chuanxin.

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

Zhao Chuanxin's smile remained sincere: Remember, no one is allowed to leave this temple without my order tonight, otherwise they will be killed without mercy.

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

That's good, let's go.

William Carroll Will turned around and left the Blue Dragon Palace as if he had been granted amnesty.

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

The young monk from Lantian not far away sighed and turned around to arrange the fast meal.

Some things have to be accepted.

Then, Zhao Chuanxin pointed far away at Xinzhi: You are so paralyzed that you are a bitch trying to shake people up, right? You will be punished by standing all night tonight. If you dare to sleep, I will break your legs.

Although Xinzhi didn't know who Zhao Chuanxin was, he had never heard of the God of War team that had caused a lot of commotion recently.

But he roughly understood that Zhao Chuanxin was definitely someone he couldn't afford to offend.

So without saying a word, he obediently went to stand in the corner of Qinglong Hall.

Not long after, Lantian came running up and said to Zhao Chuanxin: Donor, we are already preparing fast food. Can you let my senior brother Xinzhi go?

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

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

But Zhao Chuanxin said with a hard heart: No. Go and prepare some washed vegetables for me.

Uh... Lan Tian didn't expect Zhao Chuanxin to refuse so simply. Go right now.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the casserole and poured some oil into it to heat.

When the oil is hot, break off a piece of the butter hot pot base brought from Lugang Town and put it in.

A little dried peppercorns, a little dried chili pepper, saute until fragrant and then pour in a little milk bought from the grocery store.

After pouring the spring water in the glass bottle, the milky white soup has the color of spicy oil floating on it, which looks very tempting.

Wait for the water to boil, then take out the raw fish cake and throw it in, and then add a large ball of cold noodles.

Suddenly the whole house was filled with fragrance!

Xinzhi in the corner smelled a distinctly fishy aroma in his nose, his Adam's apple rolled rapidly, and he was so greedy.

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

Buddha may have many things to do and had no time to punish Zhao Chuanxin.

As if he knew what Xinzhi was thinking, Zhao Chuanxin said to everyone who was also swallowing his saliva: You must not know that my senior brother Tathagata also eats meat, right?

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

Seeing that Zhao Chuanxin seemed to be talking, Park Shengyeol squeezed to the stove with a shy face and said, No way, right? Don't monks only eat vegetarian food?

As he spoke, he took out a notebook wrapped in several layers of oil paper from his arms.

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

Not only did he not believe it, but most of the others did too.

Zhao Chuanxin stirred the juice in the casserole with chopsticks and said: In the past, Tathagata went on alms for alms and ate whatever he asked for. If there was meat, it was natural to eat it. For this reason, he also made a customary precept for eating 'three pure meats'.

Xinzhi in the corner muttered in his heart: Talking nonsense and slandering Buddha is extremely shameless.

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

It was not killed by one's own hands, not commanded by others to kill, and not killed to entertain oneself. For example, the monk Xinzhi happened to go to a house where a banquet was being held to entertain guests and ask for a few pieces of beef to try. You have complied with the three precepts of pure meat.”

Is there such a thing?

Everyone was shocked.

This is something they have never heard of.

Zhao Chuanxin kept stirring things in his hands, and kept saying: This is similar to the Confucian gentleman who cooks from afar. Basically, my senior brother Tathagata, and Kong Laoer and the others are basically both You are a bunch of hypocrites. After Buddhism was introduced to China, Emperor Wu of Liang did not allow monks to eat meat. From then on, monks stopped eating meat. Otherwise, everyone would have to satisfy their appetites from time to time.

At this time, Lan Tian came back.

He was holding a bowl filled with vegetables, standing tall.

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

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

He deliberately put it off.

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

Lantian, however, set his sights on Zhao Chuanxin.

However, Zhao Chuanxin stopped talking and happily stretched out his chopsticks to press down the vegetables in the casserole.

Then I took out sesame paste, light soy sauce, sugar, vinegar, and miso scrounged from a Japanese shop, prepared a bowl of sauce, and waited for it to be cooked.

...

Lan Tian also coughed lightly, reminding Zhao Chuanxin that it was time to ask him what did he mean by this.

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

After all, Lan Tian, ​​who was still young and still had a strong desire to express himself, couldn't hold it back: Ahem, donor Zhao, when the Buddha was still the prince Siddhartha, he ate meat. When he first started alms, he had not yet attained the Tao. Fruit, so he may have eaten some meat. But what is certain is that when he became enlightened, he stopped eating meat because it would cut off the seed of compassion.

After Lan Tian explained this, everyone suddenly understood.

This is in line with their three views.

This logic makes perfect sense.

Oh? Zhao Chuanxin raised his eyebrows: So, as long as he becomes enlightened and stops eating, the meat he ate before will not destroy his compassion, right?

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

Zhao Chuanxin: Sou Ga... You all heard it, right? It's time to kill and eat. One day in the future, when you are retired from the army, you will put down the butcher's knife, and you will become a Buddha immediately.

When everyone heard this, they thought, Cao, that makes sense.

They all became excited: It turns out that we can also become Buddhas immediately. That's so good.

Lan Tian was dumbfounded.

this……

The ingredients in the casserole were all cooked, the fish cakes and cold noodles were mushy, and the vegetables were just crispy. Zhao Chuanxin seized the opportunity to scoop the food into the sauce bowl, put a rag on the ears of the casserole, and poured some Put the soup in.

Stir it with chopsticks. The aroma will make those who smell it startle and salivate.

Everyone in the hall looked at Zhao Chuanxin eagerly.

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

This is called Malatang.

As he spoke, Zhao Chuanxin cut out the sticky Malatang on the top of a chopstick and ate it with a hissing sound.

It didn't taste like the authentic Malatang he had eaten outside Guanwai, but it wasn't bad either.

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

Li Xiuji was waiting for Zhao Chuanxin to invite him to eat together, but Zhao Chuanxin did not restrain him at all.

Hearing the sound of stomach growling and swallowing, Zhao Chuanxin raised his eyelids:

Do you think that after joining the God of War team, you will eventually die? The thought of dying for the country is the motivation that supports you to continue?

Most people lowered their heads.

This is indeed their voice.

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

Zhao Chuanxin laughed: If you have the thought of perishing together, you will definitely not survive in the end. Have you ever thought about it, the Japanese army only has one division stationed in Korea. Even if Korea is a small place, there are only 10,000 or 20,000 people. The Japanese army is a drop in the bucket for such a large territory. If you want to increase the number of troops, the emperor will not agree because the investment is too large and the gain is not worth the loss...

This is also what Zhao Chuanxin has been thinking about in the past few days.

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

The southern part of South Korea is mountainous and undeveloped, far from fertile land. But it is not a barren land. Whether it is North Jeolla Province to the southwest or South Gyeongsang Province to the southeast, although Japan does not pay attention to it, the God of War team can conquer it.

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

A few years later, people led by Hasegawa Yoshimichi will stage a good show of warlords poisoning the cabinet.

Because Hasegawa Yomichi wanted to add two divisions to Korea, the cabinet did not agree, and the emperor was powerless.

So why can't the God of War team develop a base in the south?

Even in later wars with advanced communications and flexible mobility, if the Yankees wanted to conquer a certain place, it would still be impossible to cover the entire territory. They would still focus on one area at the expense of the other, and would be divided by local armed groups.

Now the Japanese army basically doesn't even have any cars. Where there are no trains, the artillery relies on people pushing and pulling it.

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

It's a bit bitter, but compared with climbing a snow-capped mountain and crossing a meadow, can it still be called bitter?

Zhao Chuanxin gave everyone a rough analysis.

The more Park Seung Yeol listened, the brighter his eyes became.

Li Xiuji stood 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 we are determined to separate territories with the Japanese, how can we have no money and food? Think about it again?

Li Xiuji was stunned for a moment, then narrowed his eyes.

Zhao Chuanxin added: Sometimes I feel that the rebels are too stupid and scattered. You have too many natural allies, really. If it were... forget it, let's not talk about it. Anyway, you guys The resources in hand are far more than you think.”

He thought of Park Zehu who came to see him a few days ago, and Liang Qiduo of the Korea Daily Report. He could gather a group of these patriotic businessmen casually without depriving them of their property, or absorbing their wealth like a bottomless pit.

As long as in-depth cooperation is needed, won’t the money keep rolling in?

In addition, with all the people in Korea who are devoted to the motherland, it is not only the little devils who can do this kind of thing.

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

Zhao Chuanxin, Lee Soo-gil and Park Seung-yeol made a tacit agreement not to discuss this matter again.

Everyone was already fascinated by Zhao Chuanxin's spicy pot, and they were eager to get greedy. Without mentioning the taste, they picked up the food and popped it into their mouths.

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

The monk was startled: Don't dare, don't dare, a monk would never do this.

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

Monks are the fucking worst.

He threatened: If you dare to play tricks, I will kill you all in the temple.

Amitabha, the donor's words are serious, I really don't dare.

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 at the bottom of the Malatang pot eagerly: Mr. Zhao, can you share some of the soup with me?

Not to be outdone, Park Seung-yeol said, I'll do some too.

Zhao Chuanxin saw that everyone was looking this way, smacked his teeth, and took out some hot pot base and milk: Everyone of you, come over and cook the soup yourself, and share some of the rice with us.

Everyone was overjoyed.

Zhao Chuanxin took the bowl aside and ate it, ignoring their fight.

I was so excited that I broke off a small piece of hot pot base and put it in a rice bowl, then poured some boiling water into it, and after mixing it thoroughly, I ate it with gusto.

Zhao Chuanxin said: The gate must be guarded to prevent monks and pilgrims staying in the temple from going out to report the news. We will stay here tonight.

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

Park Seung Yeol poured the remaining fish cake residue in the bottom of the pot into the man's bowl.

After finishing eating, Zhao Chuanxin pointed to Xinzhi in the corner: You stand here all night tonight and don't fucking sneak around. Otherwise I will break your legs.

Xinzhi's legs were already numb. He was frightened by Zhao Chuanxin's many people and guns, so he could only endure it.

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

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

He opened his eyes drowsily: Don't make trouble, what's the point of not sleeping in the middle of the night?

Mr. Zhao, the Japanese army is on the mountain!

Zhao Chuanxin's drowsiness disappeared and he suddenly sat up: Hey, how did you find the little devil?