Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Chapter 1125 You know you are in a hurry now

The Potala Palace, which had already received the news, was flooded with loudspeakers, various weapons, and some carrying pestles to subdue demons.

Don't panic if something happens, take out your camera and take a picture.

Click.

The angle is perfect.

Film cannot be wasted at will. Because of the war between Rune City and Mirage, the factory has stopped producing film.

The stock is limited, so Zhao Chuanxin's composition must be perfect.

"Okay." Zhao Chuanxin put away the camera and took out the Abyss M1913: "Now, it's time for us to talk."

Zhao Chuanxin was just about to teach them a lesson when the lamas separated and a big lama wearing a red shawl on the right side, a pointed Zen hat on his head and two mustaches on his lips walked out.

He is the 9th Panchen Lama - Choekyi Nyima.

Qu Jinima put his hands together and bowed slightly: "Greetings, Lord Zhao."

He said something to Zhao Chuanxin in his not very fluent Chinese.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and put away his gun. He sat on the horse with his head held high. He nodded to him as a greeting and said in Tibetan: "There are some places where people are really living in misery. I won't mention them here, but this place is an example!"

Qu Jinima: “…”

How could you say it without mentioning the name?

This person has profound attainments in Buddhism, but he is also very skilled in politics.

Advance when you should, retreat when you should.

He knew very well how Jebtsundamba died on the grassland.

He knew very well that Zhao Chuanxin was not afraid of ghosts and gods at all, and was not a good man or a believer.

So he didn't put on airs and just lowered his head.

Qu Jinima asked: "Master Zhao, why are you here?"

He had already received the news that Zhao Chuanxin was committing crimes wantonly in LS.

But he pretended not to know.

Zhao Chuanxin stepped on the saddle, floated forward, landed steadily on the steps, and stood in front of Qu Jinima.

The lamas behind Qu Jinima were a little nervous.

Zhao Chuanxin patted Qu Jinima on the shoulder and said, "Don't panic. I just came to see if Thirteen DA-Lai is here."

"Lord Zhao, I am not panicking because I have long admired China and have worked hard to maintain Tibetan affairs, so I have no regrets." Qu Jinima said calmly: "As for DA Lai, he passed away yesterday and I don't know where he is now. My residence is Tashilhunpo Monastery. I came here to take charge of the affairs because there is no one on duty at the Potala Palace."

By the way, he is also DA-Lai's apprentice.

Zhao Chuanxin knew that the two of them were not on good terms, so he should not have lied.

But he still added: "You know what happens if you lie to me, right?"

“I know.” Qu Jinima bowed again and put his hands together.

Zhao Chuanxin patted his shoulder again and said, "Okay, I'll go to the Luduo Manor, which belongs to the Drepung Monastery, to find someone from Ramba, and we'll say goodbye now."

As Zhao Chuanxin walked down the stairs, Qu Jinima spoke up from behind him, "May I ask what the lord wants from Naranpa?"

"There is a slave in his manor named Losang Zhuoma. I need to take her away."

Qu Jinima immediately said, "How about I send two people to Drepung Monastery to bring this girl back so that you can take her away?"

he is very smart.

He had heard of Zhao Chuanxin.

In this world, some people are complacent, while others hate evil.

But Zhao Chuanxin is different from others, he is moody.

Sometimes people would kill over trivial matters.

Just now Zhao Chuanxin said that people here are living in poverty.

If Zhao Chuanxin saw the miserable condition of the slaves, he might massacre the Drepung Monastery.

"Okay." Zhao Chuanxin narrowed his eyes: "Then I'll wait."

"Master Zhao, why don't you follow me into the palace?"

Zhao Chuanxin readily agreed.

The Potala Palace has two main buildings - the Red Palace and the White Palace.

Qu Jinima and a group of lamas wanted to take Zhao Chuanxin on a tour.

But Zhao Chuanxin let his horse run free, as if he was strolling in his own back garden, and didn't follow them at all.

He went to the pagoda hall, and when he saw the mandala made of countless dazzling pearls and coral beads, he couldn't help but sneer three times.

As soon as he sneered, all the lamas became nervous.

Zhao Chuanxin took out his camera, found the angle, and took a picture.

Soon after, he went to the West Hall and saw the plaque inscribed with the words "Yonglian Chudi" written by Emperor Qianlong hanging in the hall.

There are countless murals here, all of which are related to the Fifth Dalai Lama.

There are so many treasures here, such as Buddha statues and pagodas, that I wonder how much silver it took to cast them.

Finally, Zhao Chuanxin went to the Sunlight Hall on the seventh floor.

There is the Dalai Lama's winter palace, which is his residence.

But at the door, a group of lamas blocked Zhao Chuanxin's way.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and hit the opponent's crown with the Skull Crusher.

duh.

One lama's eyes widened, blood flowed from his forehead, and he fell to the ground.

The other lamas were in an uproar.

Zhao Chuanxin: "I'm giving you guys a fucking smile now, right?"

As he spoke, he raised the Skull Crusher.

The black and red skull crusher looks scary. When you see the blood on it, you can guess how it got that black and red color.

Qu Jinima had been following, his face changed slightly at this moment, and he quickly extended his hand: "Master Zhao, please come in."

This Zhao Chuanxin was indeed as moody as the rumors said, and he killed people without any warning.

But if there is displeasure, kill immediately.

Zhao Chuanxin entered the Winter Palace carrying a hammer.

The store was luxuriously decorated. Zhao Chuanxin took a photo and then came to the spacious balcony outside the hall.

Standing here, you can overlook the city of Sa-La.

Standing here and looking out every day, even good men and women would have some ambition in their lives.

Zhao Chuanxin took another photo.

When he walked out, the lama whose skull was smashed had already been dragged away.

On the table is a small golden statue of the Buddha of Infinite Life. The Buddha has a plump and round face, bright eyes, a prominent nose, slender eyes, a calm downward gaze, a straight nose bridge, and a smiling mouth. He wears a crown with a garland on his head. There is a flame-patterned Buddha light on his back, which symbolizes wisdom and light, dispelling evil spirits and eliminating troubles.

This Buddha statue should clearly show compassion, wisdom and kindness.

But for no apparent reason, a soul-calling Buddhist chant suddenly rang in Zhao Chuanxin's mind.

He picked up the Buddha statue and shook it in his hand; it felt very heavy.

He walked out carrying the Wuliang Buddha statue, obviously intending to steal it.

A group of lamas were stunned.

Good man, you are stealing something so blatantly?

One lama was stupid, or perhaps he was loyal to the fleeing Thirteenth DA-Lai, and actually tried to stop him: "Donor, please put it down..."

Zhao Chuanxin picked up the Buddha statue.

boom.

The lama's cheekbone was broken and he fell to the ground, with half of his face immediately swollen.

Qu Jinima took a deep breath.

It seems that no matter how many sutras you recite or how many prayer wheels you turn, even if you have the Vajra Dharma, you cannot eliminate this person’s stupidity!

The lama wanted to get up in fear, but Zhao Chuanxi walked over quickly, raised the Buddha statue in his hand again, and smashed it on his head.

Once, twice, three times.

The man stopped moving.

Zhao Chuanxin straightened up and said to the Eagle-eyed Wolf Consultant: "Does anyone have any other suggestions?"

All the lamas bowed their heads.

Qu Jinima clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and chanted.

I don’t know whether he wants to dispel the fear in his heart or to save the souls of the dead.

"Ah... tui!" Zhao Chuanxin spat on the ground and walked out with big strides.

No one dared to stop him.

He walked straight out of the Potala Palace, came outside, looked at the blue sky and took a deep breath.

He wants to eat noodles again.

So I set up a stove on the steps, sautéed chicken oil and green onions, added scallops, dried shrimps and fish balls and stir-fried them slightly, added water, and simmered them. After it boiled, I put the lettuce leaves in.

Nothing else is needed, just add some salt, and then add some chili oil and aged vinegar after taking it out.

They are all ready-made and very simple to make.

Hey, I'm boiling!

It's a sunny day outside the Potala Palace, with little wind, full sun, and dry and cold weather. Are you still pretending to be a Buddha while eating a bowl of noodles with garlic?

Zhao Chuanxin sat on the steps, eating and drinking from a bowl bigger than his face.

"It smells so damn good, Qu Jinima, do you want some?"

Qu Jinima smiled bitterly and shook his head.

After Zhao Chuanxin finished his noodles, he washed the pot and dishes and splashed water on the steps.

Qu Jinima's eyelids twitched as he watched.

Everyone who comes here is extremely pious. Even those who have no faith must show respect. Especially the Han people are very utilitarian and would rather believe in something than not believe in it. They will worship any god they see.

Only Zhao Chuanxin had no respect for this palace.

Zhao Chuanxin sat on the steps and took out Wunengzi's "Book of Transformation" to read.

Qu Jinima didn’t know how to complain: You came to the Buddhist holy land to read Taoist scriptures, right?

Before sunset, several lamas brought back seven disheveled women.

“Are they all Losang Dolma?”

"Yes."

Zhao Chuanxin stood in front of the seven women and asked, "Does anyone recognize Mount Nanga Parbat?"

Because no one knew whether it was a good thing or a bad thing, no one said anything.

But Zhao Chuanxin was sharp-eyed and noticed that one of the women changed her expression.

The acting is still not up to par.

He looked at the woman, her skin was a little rough.

But in general, compared to the other six girls, her eyes are big and bright, with the corners of her eyes slightly upturned. Her eyes can be big or small, and when small, they are crescent-shaped.

The nose bridge is straight, the root of the nose is tall, and the nose wings are of moderate width.

The mandibular fracture angle is appropriate, and the lines are soft yet with a bit of strength, which is different from ordinary Tibetan women.

The other six women were thin but had big faces, but this woman had an oval face.

Haha, Zhao Chuanxin thought to himself, no wonder Benjamin lost his innocence in her hands.

When Losang Zhuoma noticed that Zhao Chuanxin was staring at her, she tensed up, fearing that something bad was going to happen.

Zhao Chuanxin hooked his finger and said, "Come here."

Losang Zhuoma did not dare to resist.

Zhao Chuanxin asked: "Your Nanga Parva is a foreigner, originally named Benjamin. When he came, he brought a dog with him. The dog's two puppies are named Gesang and Suba. Am I right?"

Losang Zhuoma looked at Zhao Chuanxin in shock.

This is so detailed.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't even need her to answer, he took out a wool blanket and put it on her: "Wrap it tightly."

Zhao Chuanxin was not worried that she was cold, he just thought she was dirty.

Zhao Chuanxin pulled her down the stairs, turned around and waved to Qu Jinima: "Let's go."

After that, he took out the fourth generation of Youlong, stuffed the woman into the back seat, rode on it, and drove away from the Potala Palace.

After sprinting more than 200 meters, the fourth generation of dragons took off.

Qu Jinima frowned and said, "With this person's ability, we must not offend him, otherwise disaster will come!"

Zhao Chuanxin did not return to Qamdo, but instead stayed on the plateau near Nagqu.

Because he felt that Losang Zhuoma had a strong odor and was also worried that she might have proteins such as lice and fleas on her body.

"Come down and stay here tonight."

Losang Zhuoma looked at the fourth generation of swimming dragons in amazement, and was also amazed to see it disappear.

When Zhao Chuanxin was setting up the tent, Losang Zhuoma reminded him, "There's a bear."