Dolin was convinced. He understood what the coin said about nine zeros meant. He remembered a video he had seen in his previous life.
A man saw a car in front of him with several 8s written on the license plate number, and then called Uncle JC. Uncle JC asked what the license plate number was, and he said several 8s. Uncle JC asked again how many 8s, several 8s,
Count a few 8s, just write a few 8s...
Daolin gave up. He knew that it was impossible to return to Blue Star with all his cultivation. At least he couldn't even think about it now.
"The target is the Imperial Capital! Direction is due east! Let's go!!!" Daolin shouted, taking long strides towards the east.
Along the way, he experienced the customs and customs of another world. Although it was not much different from the Blue Star in his memory, there were still some differences.
For example, the different world is very similar to the ancient times on Blue Star, but some things are very modern, such as toothbrushes, soap, etc.
Dorian had a lot of money with him, and he was considered a small rich man anyway, so he bought whatever he liked, not for any other reason than to never be so free and unrestrained in his previous life.
As he bought more and more things, Dowling finally bought a carriage with a large carriage, which he nicknamed: RV self-driving tour.
He passed by a restaurant and ate there. If there was no restaurant, he would eat meat. On the way, Daolin had a good time. It was not too close from the first line of sky to the emperor. At his speed, it would take at least a month.
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Beside a stream, Dolin skillfully washed and skinned the two hares he had just caught. After cleaning the internal organs, he skewered them with thick branches and began to pickle them.
While waiting for the pickling time, Dolin walked into the nearby woods to look for firewood. When he came out again, he was shocked.
I saw a young monk wearing white monk robes and cassocks squatting next to the hare and drooling while looking at the pickled hare.
"That...monk! What are you doing?" Daolin walked a few steps quickly and threw the dry firewood aside and shouted.
"Amitabha! The young monk stopped drinking and met the donor. Is this rabbit yours?" The monk stood up, clasped his hands and chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice.
"Yeah, what's the problem?" Dolin picked up the vegetable basin with rabbit meat on the ground and asked.
"Amitabha, when the young monk saw that these two rabbits were trying to get into your belly, he felt reluctant to let go of them. He is willing to chant sutras for them...the two rabbits to save themselves." The alcohol-free monk said in a deep voice.
"Monk, is there nothing wrong with you?" Dolin looked at the skinny monk in front of him with a suspicious expression on his face.
"Donor, don't be joking. The young monk is very healthy." The alcoholic monk said with a smile.
"Then you can tell me how to achieve salvation?" Dolin asked with great interest.
Baoxiang, a monk who abstained from alcohol, bent down solemnly, picked up the firewood that Daolin had brought, handed it to Daolin and said, "Young monk, use this to save me!"
Dolin laughed in anger, snatched the firewood from the alcoholic monk's hand and said, "You are really sick!"
After that, he ignored the abstaining monk and skillfully put up the firewood and then lit the fire.
Dowling took out a bunch of bottles and cans from the carriage, and then used a small brush to dip some raw oil and apply it on the rabbit.
"Stab it..." The sound of rabbit meat roasting in the flames sounded, followed by the strong aroma of barbecue.
"Well..." The alcoholic monk swallowed, then secretly raised his hand to touch the saliva at the corner of his mouth.
"Donor, what you are doing is also wrong. Little Bunny like you will be in great pain!" The alcoholic monk bent down and said.
"Then tell me how to make it less painful?" Dolin turned the rabbit over without raising his head.
"Use high fire! The long-term pain is not as good as the short-term pain. Just suck it off...you can do it in one step." The alcoholic monk said while sucking saliva.
"You know how to roast meat! This meat needs to be roasted slowly and eaten layer by layer so that it tastes delicious. By the way, it's not appropriate for a monk like me to discuss barbecue here, right?" Daolin replied angrily.
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"Appropriate! Of course it's appropriate. The young monk goes out to travel, and all his food and accommodation are alms. As the so-called alms, the key point is the word "yuan". When I meet the donor, it is fate. The donor eats roasted rabbit, so the young monk turns to roast rabbit. Is it fate?
, Isn’t it wonderful!” said the alcohol-free monk with a smile.
"Do you eat meat?" Dolin finally couldn't help but raised his head.
"Eat! Eat whatever you want. As the saying goes, meat and wine pass through the intestines...it stays in the heart of the Buddha." The alcohol-free monk nodded and replied.
"Interesting, this is the first time I saw a monk eating meat." Dolin handed over a roast rabbit, smiled and patted the stone beside him, motioning for the monk to sit down.
The monk sat down obediently, and then solemnly took a roast rabbit from Dolin.
"Bake it yourself. You can use the seasonings. One for each person." Dolin pushed the bottles over.
"Donor, you are such a good person. Good people are rewarded with good things. I wish you..." The alcoholic monk was about to praise him gushingly, but was ruthlessly interrupted by Dolin.
"Shut up!"
Neither of them spoke, the atmosphere suddenly became quiet, and the only sound left was the sizzling sound of barbecue.
The abstaining monk seemed to be starving, so he couldn't wait to pick up the almost roasted hare and gnawed it, immediately getting a mouthful of grease and water.
Dolin looked at it and couldn't help but feel amused. A monk was really eating meat, or eating meat in big gulps.
Dorian was not in a hurry. For him, cooking was like having a picnic. He not only had to do it well, but also pursued perfection. After all, it would affect his experience points.
Dolin started to brush the prepared sauce at the right time. The surface of the hare was quickly roasted to a golden color. He took out his royal golden knife and quickly made several cuts on the surface of the roasted rabbit.
This hand shocked the abstaining monk who was chewing meat on the side.
"You're good at this level!" the abstaining alcoholic monk exclaimed as he swallowed the roast meat in his mouth.
"Just average, third in the town!" Daolin took back the golden knife and said with a smile.
"Will you try your barbecue for me later?" the alcoholic monk came over and said flatteringly.
"You monk, you are not satisfied! I gave you a whole one, and you still want to rub mine?" Dolin rolled his eyes at the alcoholic monk and said angrily.
The abstaining monk said shamelessly: "The young monk just thinks that the donor's cooking is more delicious, so he wants to taste it. Learning is very important. Let's learn from each other."
Daolin ignored the monk who abstained from alcohol and just started grilling meat.
The abstaining monk smiled, gnawed a large piece of barbecue in his hand, put it back on the grill, and took out a large gourd from his waist.
As the stopper of the gourd was removed, a rich aroma of wine floated out, suppressing the aroma of barbecue.
Dolin smelled the smell and turned to look at the abstaining monk, staring at him unblinkingly.
"How about a sip, almsgiver?" the abstaining monk asked as he handed the gourd over.
Dolin took the gourd and put it to his mouth and took a sip. The rich and refreshing wine entered his mouth, which immediately stimulated his taste buds.
Different from the spiciness of previous drinks, this drink was sweet, refreshing in the mouth, and rich in the aftertaste. Dolin subconsciously took another sip.
"Ah! This wine is really good! Where did you buy it?" Dolin handed the wine gourd back to the abstaining monk and asked.
"This is what the young monk brewed by himself. It tastes good." The abstaining monk said with a smile and took a sip.
"How about I trade my barbecue for your wine?" Dorian handed over the roasted rabbit. This chapter has been completed!