After leaving the Shaolin Temple, the disciples walked in groups of three and two on the mountain path towards the waterfall. Luo Tiantian was unhappy along the way. It seemed that she was always grudged because she was not allowed to bring Miaomiao.
That's how Yu Huai's child is, but she must not be penetrating her or letting her do everything according to her temper.
Zhang Chuanshu led Luo Tiantian and two senior brothers to walk together. Everyone was wearing hats or headscarves. If you didn't look carefully, you couldn't tell that they were Shaolin disciples. There were many disciples who came to play this time, except for some who didn't like to go out.
Almost everyone has arrived, about seventy people, which is equivalent to half of the total number of people in Shaolin Temple. Zhang Chuanshu and his two senior brothers are walking at the front of the team. It feels a bit like the posture of the group fight back then. However, everyone is now
They were talking and laughing, but no one was holding a machete in their hands.
The brothers helped climb the slopes one after another, and even on some relatively gentle uphill slopes, they had to pull each other. Every time other brothers wanted to pull Zhang Chuanshu, Zhang Chuanshu declined. He thought it was not necessary.
This kind of unnecessary concern is what women do. Men, as long as they don’t flinch when fighting, that’s enough.
After walking for more than an hour, Zhang Chuanshu finally saw the waterfall that cascaded thousands of miles. The waterfall formed an everlasting piece of cloth between the stone mountain and the deep pool. A rainbow built a beautiful bridge between the waterfall and the nearby stone cliff.
bridge
Nature is beautiful, and these are all treasures given to the world by God. Many brothers stopped to watch Zhang Chuanshu. Seeing this spectacular scene, they felt happy. In addition, as a Shaolin disciple, they couldn't help but think of the song about the Shaolin Temple,
So he couldn't control his mood and shouted loudly:
Shaolin Shaolin has so many heroes and heroes who come to admire you. Shaolin has so many magical stories that tell you everywhere. Its superb martial arts are unparalleled in the world. Shaolin Temple is powerful and has a long history. Shaolin Temple has a long history. It has a glorious reputation for thousands of years. It is a mysterious ancient temple.
The deep valley of Songshan Mountain, a place where everyone yearns for the hometown of martial arts, a charming place famous all over the world and eternally famous. "Brother, this is not Songshan Mountain, this is Myanmar. This song of yours is not suitable to be sung here, haha." A senior brother said after listening to Zhang Chuanshu singing.
"No matter where it is, the roots of Shaolin Temple are in Songshan Mountain! No matter where it is, the place where there is Shaolin Temple represents the country! What's wrong with Myanmar? Although our Shaolin Temple no longer practices inland traditional Buddhism, it still flows in our bodies
It is the blood of the country
Ye, our spirit is still the Shaolin spirit!" After Zhang Chuanshu said these words impassionedly, he thought he would get a round of admiration from all the brothers. Unexpectedly, there was not a single applause, and only Luo Tiantian seemed to understand.
Holding small hands...
Zhang Chuanshu's excited mood suddenly calmed down. It seems that one should keep a low profile. The ambitions of these Shaolin disciples seem to have been absorbed by the Dharma of Hinayana Buddhism. All they want to do is eat fast and recite Buddha's name, and just accept the situation. Isn't it possible that no one can imagine their own future for the rest of their lives?
What can a monk do if he spends his whole life facing the Buddha and locked up in the mountains and forests all his life? What can he accomplish by studying Buddhism all his life?
Zhang Chuanshu can't meddle in other people's affairs. Anyway, he is not as short-sighted as these Shaolin monks. He has his own way. He wants to travel around the world, eating fast and chanting Buddha is a kind of torture for him, but going out for fun is a kind of enjoyment, and maybe he can return it.
What good things can I buy at the market?
Zhang Chuanshu led Luo Tiantian to the market next to the waterfall. The market was not large in scale, but it had a wide variety of products. Zhang Chuanshu had never understood why there was such a market next to a waterfall in a deep mountain forest.
Why do these traders carry their goods all the way up the mountain? What's more, there are no residents and no tourist attractions here. How can they find buyers when they come here?
There is no need to look for sellers, buyers come to them on their own initiative in the market. Some well-dressed people are in groups of three or two, picking and choosing the goods in the market. They all speak Chinese, with an emphasis on the accent.
The vendors in Yunnan dialect also used this fluent Chinese to talk to the buyers, and the goods were sold during their conversations...
Zhang Chuanshu looked at the goods in the market. Although there were a lot of goods, most of them were jade and some powdery items like bulk VV soy milk. The plastic bags were smaller than the bulk bags of VV soy milk. Zhang Chuanshu leaned over to take a look.
Looking at these things, he was not very interested in the bags of white powder, but he saw the exquisite jade stones on the stalls.
"Uncle, how did you sell this jade?" Zhang Chuanshu asked the old man selling jade.
"One thousand!" the old man said firmly.
"One thousand?" If this is the official rate, it can be converted into dozens of yuan in RMB. Such high-quality jade only costs dozens of yuan, which is definitely a good deal. So Zhang Chuanshu said to the old man again: "Uncle, I only have RMB.
I’ll give you a hundred yuan, how about you give me this stone and I don’t have to change the extra money?”
"One hundred? What I want is one thousand! You don't understand the Chinese language!" The old man was very angry.
"One thousand? You mean one thousand yuan in RMB?" Zhang Chuanshu asked in surprise.
"Nonsense, this is top-quality Burmese jade. It would cost seven to eight thousand in mainland China. Now what I sell are smuggled black goods, so the price has been reduced to this price."
"One thousand yuan? This is too expensive. You sold a piece of broken stone at this price, and you still said to me that it is imported or not. You bullied me because I don't understand what jade is."
"You are such a troublesome person. If you want to buy something, just pay for it. If you don't want to buy it, go away!" The old man saw that Zhang Chuanshu was not wearing appropriate clothes and thought that he didn't have much money. He must be here to sell cheap drugs, so he didn't bother to talk to Zhang Chuanshu.
Nonsense, just coax him away
"You fucking look down on people, let me tell you, even if I had money, I wouldn't buy those crappy things of yours!" Zhang Chuanshu is not a good person either. If he is looked down upon by others, he will naturally seek justice.
"Don't pretend to be a rich person like me here. Real rich bosses won't come here to purchase goods. Look at the way you dress. Aren't you just here to buy cheap drugs? There are so many drug dealers here, so hurry up and buy them.
Stop hanging around in front of my jade stone and delaying my business!" the old man said angrily.
"Who the hell is buying drugs?" Zhang Chuanshu was angry at first, but when he heard the old man say the word "drugs", he immediately felt that something was wrong with this place, so he asked carefully: "Mr., you said drugs are sold here.
Where are they? What kind of drugs are they?"
"Aren't you here to buy drugs?"
"I've never even seen drugs. I heard from my friends that a lot of cheap products are sold here, so I came here to take a look." Zhang Chuanshu didn't even blink when he lied.
"Oh, it turns out this is my first time here. Let me tell you, this is a smuggled goods trading market, so it is arranged to be so hidden. The people who come to buy things are basically underworld companies with little economic strength in the country, such as smuggling.
Drugs, smuggled Burmese jade, smuggled Burmese rubies, as well as some Burmese high-end leather clothing and Burmese specialty items are much lower than the official price here, so at this time of year, there will be businessmen from all over the country and Burma.
trade"
"Oh, it turns out they are all smuggled goods. Chinese people buy things here and then sell them back home and make huge profits. No wonder it is so lively and there are so many Chinese people." Zhang Chuanshu finally understood what was going on.
So the old man kindly introduced Zhang Chuanshu to what "heroin" is, because the young man selling heroin next to him was the old man's son. Zhang Chuanshu didn't understand why this "heroin" was so attractive and made thousands of people crazy about it. So, the old man
He took out a syringe, mixed a small amount of heroin, and said to Zhang Chuanshu: "Young man, you will know if you try it. One injection will make you a god..."