.Seventeen, Master of Dog Meat, Quiet Water, Gou Fox

In the morning sun, this original Buddhist land is as smoky as a third-rate tavern.\

On the bluestone floor of the front hall of Jingshui Temple, a group of Japanese warriors in short shirts were sitting on the ground without any grace, shouting and drinking around a burning bonfire. The originally furnished futons, short tables and even tables of altars and incense tables in the hall were thrown to the corner of the wall, while the jars, barrels, wine glasses and so on rolled all over the floor. What's even more terrifying is that the base of the lotus platform that should have been placed in the Buddha statue was now empty. Only from a pile of green smoke could a few charred remains of the statues be vaguely identified.

As an important weapon that caused this blasphemy of the Buddha's crime, a sharp axe was inserted obliquely in the center of the broken lotus platform, and there was a small pile of broken firewood next to it. On the iron set up above the bonfire, a fat and strong dog that had been peeled and fur-cut and broken belly was sizzling. Under the burning of the flames, it emitted a tempting fragrance, and there were more leftover bones scattered around. Several bald black-robed novice monks held large palm-leaf fans in their hands, most of whom were squatting and gathering on the side of the bonfire, and occasionally adding fuel to the bonfire, with their tender faces full of smoke and fire.

…Okay, although I have long heard that the monks in Japan have extremely loose precepts, and there is no such thing as drinking, meat, sex, and killing, and they have never helped to have an affair and marry. The temple hosting positions are usually inherited in the same way as those of the monarchs of the small country. There are even many people who turn nunnies into alternative brothels in meat futon styles. However, no matter what, the Buddha statues and roast dog meat in the Buddhist temple... no matter how you look, it doesn't seem like something that normal believers can do. It's almost the same to say that they are Buddha enemies.

However, there is something even more devastating to Feili - the old monk Jingshui Youhu, who was supposed to be furious in response to such a rebellious act, has long been with those evildoers. Under the reflection of the beating flames, the old monk was wearing a white robe that looked very similar to a chef's suit. While picking his beard and smiling proudly, he turned the grill with all his concentration, and occasionally used a large brush to apply sauce on it, or sprinkled a few cubes of spices from his fingers. He looked skillful and just right, and he was an expert at first glance... He was worthy of being an expert wine and meat monk!

And the greedy diners either stared at the delicious food on the grill intently, drooling and waiting patiently for the dog meat to gradually turn yellow. Or they held a big bowl of wine and shouted loudly, and occasionally used Japanese slang to make a few jokes. The hall was as noisy as a downtown city. Therefore, when Feili exclaimed at the door of the front hall, Master Jingshui was still immersed in the fun of cooking and did not pay any attention to it.

But Tadao Kuroshima, who was sitting on the threshold and drinking, reacted a little. The guy looked up at him drunk first, then stood up shakingly with the door frame, and stuffed a bunch of fragrant dog meat inserted into the embroidered stick, and a large bowl of strong soju wine into Feili's hand, muttering in a confused manner, "Here, I'm a good brother, try the five-spice dog meat roasted by Master Jingshui. Well, there is also the fine wine that the old bald donkey has hidden in the cellar for three years. It's rare that he was generous today. We have to drink it, drink it happily..."

Tadao Kuroshima muttered incoherently, while slapped Feiri's shoulder with a greasy big hand. He couldn't figure out whether he wanted to say hello or take the opportunity to wipe his hands. In short, there was a large stain on the clean clothes.

Feiri took the meat skewers and wine bowls with laughter and cry, and glanced outside the gate. He found that the Inca officers were all hiding in the corridors and courtyards outside the hall, and would rather stand in the open air to eat, than stay under the same roof with these blasphemous guys - although none of them believed in Buddhism, at least they believed that the gods should not be insulted easily - and while chewing wheat cakes and dried meat in their mouths, they pointed and poked at the Japanese warriors in the hall with disdain.

And the half-baked lazy bugs in the Giant Bear Legion... They seemed to be too tired to play in bed last night. No one has been able to get up yet. So far, Feili narrowed her eyes for a long time and couldn't find a figure nearby.

At this time, a more noisy noise suddenly came from the bonfire. Feili looked back and found that the quiet water fox had already baked another big dog.

He quickly used various knives to remove the dog meat from the skeleton, sprinkled with a little vegetable oil, and then threw it into a frying pan.

In front of everyone, the old monk hummed a little tune leisurely, while turning the knife and fork between his fingers flexibly. From time to time, he threw the dog meat chops in the pot high. He picked up two more knives and cut them into thin slices in the air. Rather than cooking delicious food, it was more like a juggling. The people around the bonfire were also sniffing the aroma of meat, while "very cooperative" and slapping and applauding.

"Awesome. Awesome. Look at the heat. Look at the technique. Look at the timing! You are truly the best in the local area of ​​eating dog meat. The first place in Edo Castle back then!"

"No wonder Sensoji Temple asked him to become a monk in the middle of the journey to take charge of the chef. This cooking skill is really extraordinary!"

"Do you know? I heard that Master Jingshui was not only good at dog meat cooking in his early years, but also stealing dog collars.

Even the fighting dogs raised by General Tokugawa in the castle were stolen by him. The dogs in this world, hum, I'm afraid that except for the three-headed dogs in the hell, they have been roasted by him!"

"That's right, it is said that before Master Jingshui put a order in Sensoji Temple, every family raised chickens in that place. After Master Jingshui brought his disciples and grandchildren, less than a year later, the local people completely eliminated the bad habit of raising dogs and were used to placing chickens and ducks in the bedroom all day long..."

"Really? No wonder he caught two fat dogs with one hand today. It took so much time for so many of us to catch a few old ones..."

"Then there is still a fake? If you don't believe it, you can go and inquire. Twenty years ago, the dog meat sashimi, grilled dog steak, dog skewers and dog meat hotpot in Edo, but they are all famous Edo products! I like this. Every time I come to the temple to burn incense, I have to let go of my belly and eat it, and then pack a lot to take it back... What? You have never heard of it when you were in Edo? Oh, by the way, Master Jingshui seemed to be frustrated in love and was snatched away by the monk's power. I couldn't think of it for a moment, so I swung my axe and slashed the gate of Sensoji Temple. I roasted the famous Chihuahua dog of the monk's favorite, and then drove out to preach. As for the dog meat dishes in Sensoji Temple, because there was no seasoning recipe secretly passed down by the master, it gradually became worse and less people were interested..."

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Because the warriors have drunk a lot of soju, their consciousness is mostly a little blurred, and the string in their minds can be said to be so loose that it cannot be looser. As a result, they naturally cannot control their tongues as soon as they open their mouths. No matter what they should be said or not, they all ran out of their mouths, which happened to make Feili, who had just used the clever words, listened to him.

At the same time, the old monk's face turned from red to white, then from white to blue, and then from blue to black, finally couldn't bear it anymore. He raised the pan and smashed it hard on the post, making a loud bang, "Is it over? I'm thankful for cooking today to treat you to a drink, not to let you reveal my shortcomings!"

The warriors shrank their necks when they heard the sound, and they were silent for a moment, and even woke up most of the wine. Seeing the old monk's face full of anger, they quickly changed their tone and offered a sound of flattery. But the quiet water fox was still angry. He glared at the warriors fiercely, then threw the pot full of fried dog meat chops to the ground, and walked away on their own, but almost collided with Feili at the door.

"Oh, it turns out that you are here too, Mr. Colonel. If I had known this, I would have left you a piece of tenderloin in advance." The old monk said a little embarrassedly, and wiped his palms, which were covered in ash, on the hem of the robe.

"Master Jingshui, don't be polite." Feiri smiled and raised her skewers in her hand. "Mr. Tadao Kuroshima has given me some of them. Your craft is really good. The meat is grilled fresh, juicy, and it is endlessly evocative! However, the area around the city of Cusco is almost dead. Master, where did you get the dog from?"

"Haha, it's just luck." Jingshui Youhu also laughed, "I went out to stroll with a group of young people this morning, and happened to have a few wild dogs back. I saw that they were working hard to help repair the temple in the past two days, and the food they ate was either noodle cake or dried fish, dried meat and vegetables. I didn't have any tricks, so I dug out a little bit of old wine in the cellar and showed some skills to entertain them. I didn't expect these guys to be really...ah--"

At this point, he couldn't help but sigh and shook his head, "I just took a few cups of yellow soup and I don't know what his name is. I dare to spray any dirty words from my mouth, which really makes you laugh."

"It's nothing, man, who is drunk isn't that?" Feili waved her hand indifferently while gnawing on the bamboo stick, "But, I'm just saying frankly, Master Jingshui, you chopped the Buddha statue and roasted dog meat, you're a little disrespectful to Gods and Buddhas. If you do this, aren't you afraid that the Buddha will be punished?"

"This... I need a lot of fuel for barbecue, and the remaining firewood is not enough. It just so happens that this birch Buddha statue is wide and fat, and the material is dry and flammable.

In addition, a few days ago, another thief peeled off the gold foil covered outside the Buddha statue. The potholes were ugly, so I simply split it off and burned the fire."

The old monk rubbed his hands with embarrassment and explained, "Although he was a little disrespectful to the Buddha, it seems that even the Buddha himself had sacrificed himself to cut his flesh and feed the eagle. It would be no big deal if I asked his statue to sacrifice himself to burn a fire with a statue."

Can this statue of god sacrifice itself? Feili suddenly felt that she wanted to roll her eyes.

"... Besides, for this temple, the Buddha placed in the front hall is just a foil, and the main object of worship is not this. Although it is a pity to destroy it, it is not worth making a fuss."

"Oh? There is such a name!" Hearing such a fresh Dharma, Feili suddenly felt energetic, "So, I wonder which great god is worshipped in the temple?"
Chapter completed!