The bank of the Yellow River Ancient Road.

There is naturally no shortage of restaurants, and the most famous one is mutton hotpot.

In the cold wind and winter, eating mutton hotpot and drinking the most authentic Fenjiu is considered to be excellent.

But the atmosphere in this hotel is a bit strange today.

Duanmu, sitting in a wheelchair, couldn't say a word, his eyes were slightly cold, which made people dare not look directly at him. He was surrounded by a heroic beauty, with his hands in his chest, and he had no interest in the fragrant mutton in front of him, but his face was full of weirdness. An old monk with a pale face and thin skinny face looked at the fat mutton on the table and the white wine in the glass, and he was a little uncomfortable, and Qin Dahai was constantly urging him to drink next to him.

This combination is really weird.

"Brother, slice the legs of lamb and make soup for me with big bones." Qin Dahai shouted to the brother who was slaughtering live sheep outside the window with a wine glass.

The old man responded.

My heart was even more uncomfortable. Seeing the living sheep being broken down and then became a meal on the plate, I naturally couldn't bear it. I called Amitabha Buddha and smiled bitterly: "Donor Qin, you are harming me."

"Have the heart."

Qin Dahai said in confusion: "How do you say this? You can't find the Buddha in your heart. This means that you have not experienced enough. If you don't try it all, how can you see through the world? I'm sorry, how many people in the world see through the world today? Which one is not just arrogance in it?"

"That's what you said, but?" Le Xin frowned slightly.

Qin Dahai smiled and said, "Monk, although I practice Taoism, this practice of Buddhism is similar. It requires a firm mind. This is not to let you abandon the common thoughts, but to see through the common thoughts. Only in this way can you restrain yourself. Why do you step into the world? If you still stick to the old rules, how can you step out of the world? It will be nothing more than a waste of time."

Qin Dahai's mouth is also awesome.

Ren Hongyu was dizzy when she heard it, and only heard him say a lot, and then she drank the first glass of wine in her life in a daze.

"Come on, the Fenjiu here is also authentic, come and try it."

Qin Dahai had another cup full.

He also had a lot of toasts.

I don’t know what I think, but I don’t refuse anyone.

Cup after cup.

Before they knew it, the two of them simmered mutton and drank six bottles of white wine. Ren Hongyu was already a little dull. She thought that her father had a drink of nearly three pounds, but why did these two people not get drunk at all?

Qin Dahai took out a cigarette and lit it.

He handed it to my heart again.

He hesitated for a moment, but he took it and took it, took a sip, and coughed quickly. Qin Dahai patted his back and said, "Slowly, this cigarette must slowly enter the throat so that he can understand its profound meaning. Just like this wine, what about the wine? Boss, you are coming to ten boxes of white wine!"

Suddenly, a sensational sound came.

Everyone in the mutton restaurant had their chins almost dropped to the ground.

Ten boxes?

This box is 60 kilograms, ten boxes are 600 kilograms, and even boiled water is not like this, right?

The boss was trembling and asked someone to carry ten boxes of white wine, and hesitated whether to call the first aid phone number, for fear that the two of them would have something wrong with drinking.

"I miscalculated it. This old monk is so good at drinking, but I don't believe this evil." Qin Dahai cursed in his heart, opened a bottle of white wine, and continued to smile: "Come on, continue drinking."

From noon to night.

No one in the lamb restaurant left, all of them were watching these two people.

Ten boxes of liquor.

Drink seven boxes.

Qin Dahai's face was a little red and his stomach was bloated and uncomfortable. If the Dragon Xun Daojue had not quickly broken down the wine, he would have really couldn't hold on. The old monk was drunk, confused, his eyes were blurred, and his face was flushed. After drinking the two of them didn't drink much, they also ate two sheep, which was full of wine.

Without Qin Dahai's expression, the old monk took out a cigarette and lit it and spit out a cigarette ring. His skillfulness made all the old cigarette guns ashamed. He was confused and bit his tongue and said, "Donor Qin, is this? Is this drunk?"

"If you don't drink, you will be drunk. What's the difference between being drunk and not being drunk?" Qin Dahai asked while smoking a cigarette.

The old monk burped and suddenly burst into tears.

The howling of ghosts and wolves was shocking.

The boss leaned forward and said worriedly: "Can you drink too much and ruin your brain?"

"He's where he's going?" Qin Dahai waved his hand and said, "He's at most drunk with this little wine."

The boss and everyone were speechless.

Just seeing that Qin Dahai was not drunk at all, his heart suddenly trembled.

How much alcohol does this guy have?

This person has to mix more than twenty bottles? This is Fenjiu at more than fifty degrees, not boiled water!

"I am dedicated to seeking Buddha, but where is the Buddha?" The old monk suddenly howled: "Master often says that Buddha is in the heart, but why do I ask my heart countless times but I don't see the Buddha's heart?"

"Crazy?"

The boss was worried again.

Qin Dahai smiled and said, "Boss, tell me, what is this Buddha?"

"What's the thing?" The boss was stunned, then smiled bitterly, "I'm just the boss who runs a mutton restaurant. Are you asking what Buddha is here? Isn't this slap me in the face?"

"By the original intention," Qin Dahaidao.

The boss thought about it, then smiled bitterly, "Buddha is Buddha, what else can it be?"

"That's right, Buddha is Buddha, why do you think so complicated?" Qin Dahai slapped the table, scaring everyone.

Li Xin was stunned, and there was a little more Qingming in his confused eyes: "Buddha is Buddha?"

"All things in this world are Tao. I practice Taoism and seek my mind in the nature of heaven and earth. You ask the Buddha to transcend in the world, but transcendence is right beside you. Why don't you step out? Come, take a step." Qin Dahai shouted loudly.

"Take a step?"

Lexin asked in a daze.

"Just take one step!" Qin Dahai said.

Li Xin stood up shakingly, her face still sad, looked ahead and asked, "It is really feasible to take one step?"

"Just one step, think about the step you can't take no matter what. Today you will take one step!" Qin Dahai shouted.

A magnificent momentum swept out.

It seems like a dragon roaring.

The boss beside him fell to the ground, while Ren Hongyu staggered and almost fell out of the chair, but Duanmuhe reached out to hug him. Ren Hongyu's face turned slightly red and she whispered: "Thank you."

Duanmuhe just nodded.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

The playful light scandalized the heart.

The old monk looked sad, his drunken eyes were filled with pain and confusion, and he cried, "Donald Qin, I can't walk, I can't walk."

At this moment, he felt countless lines tying him, and he could not take a step anyway. The firmness and faith that had traveled thousands of mountains before became fragile at this moment.
Chapter completed!