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Chapter 700: The Summer Lantern Festival in the Pavilion (warm celebration of Chapter 700)

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    I saw that there was clean water in the copper basin on the side, so I threw the angry little snake in, turned it around twice until it was almost washed, took it out, and wiped it with the big wool pad on the bed.

    "Master Qi, what kind of status do you have, why do you need to be angry with a black-feathered bird? In the future, you will become a dragon. That is a mythical beast. What about it? In this life, it can only live in this remote place.  , there is no comparison! I don¡¯t believe it can turn into a phoenix when it looks like a crow? Isn¡¯t it just a few soaks of bird droppings? Man, no, the big male snake can bend and stretch!¡± I know that the minibus snake is a docile donkey and cannot choke.  I could only coax him, so I slapped him with a dozen high hats first.

    Qi Ye got off the donkey along the slope and hummed: "Do you think I am angry with it? This little house bird is not enough for me to eat. I am angry with you. This is a place of Buddhism. Just throw me in if you say you want."  Go in, thank goodness there aren¡¯t those tantric protector gods inside, otherwise I don¡¯t know how I died.¡±

    "Old Immortal Qi Ye, you have boundless magic power and vast supernatural powers. You are the master of the Central Plains. How could you die? You can't die even if I die. You have to live ten thousand years!" I finally said this after a long round of flattery.  The minibus snake suppressed its anger, then put it in his pocket and pretended to be dead again!

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? I have to say good things to the mini-bus snake, is not just for the sake of the birds in front of me.

    I smiled gloomily and turned my head towards the hidden blackbird on the ground.

    As soon as I saw the minibus snake being put into my pocket, the Tibetan Blackbird also knew that he was in danger and stared at me with a pair of thief eyes.  But Master Qi just tied it into a twist, and it couldn't escape even if it wanted to!

    "Tell me, where did you hide the Lotus Butter Lamp?" I squatted down, took out a toothpick and picked my teeth and asked.

    To be honest, I haven¡¯t eaten anything for a day, and I haven¡¯t eaten meat for several days. I don¡¯t need to pick my teeth. However, I think this prop is very domineering, especially the way Ponyboy picks his teeth in A Better Tomorrow. It looks very similar.  I just finished eating grilled quail, so manly

    This Tibetan Blackbird has lived to be eighty years old, what scene has he not seen?  Naturally, he was not frightened by my toothpick. Instead, he laughed a few times, just like the laughter of the night owl in the forest.  This guy is seriously provoking. He thinks he is the Living Buddha's pet. There is nothing I can do about him!

    I thought about it, since I can¡¯t be tough, I can only try to outsmart them, and I can¡¯t let these birds see their flaws.  So he casually took out a licorice tablet he had eaten on the road from his pocket, shook it and said: "Little one, do you know what this is? Diarrhea Paodu Pill, don't you like to spray excrement on people? I'll feed it to you.  You're going to die! But don't worry, this medicine will take effect in three days. I will leave tomorrow, and no one will know that you died in my hands. How about that? What do you think the living Buddha can do to me? Then you  Just enjoy it!¡±

    The Tibetan Blackbird is very clever. As soon as I finished speaking, it raised its head, shook its mouth vigorously and chirped twice. The sound was like a vulture circling in the sky!

    "Scaring me? Don't say you are not a vulture, you are a vulture, and I will kill you too! Let me tell you secretly, those lamas dote on you, but I am not a lama, I am the owner of a barbecue restaurant, and you are the white head of the Yankees  I'll roast you like a quail and serve it to you!" I chuckled, pinched the licorice slices, and stuffed them into the little guy's mouth.

    This little thing was panicking and started chirping.

    I snorted coldly and said, just like a movie line: "Scream, no one will come to save you even if you break the sky!"

    The Tibetan Blackbird trembled all over and nodded quickly to me, but it immediately shook its wings.

    I smiled and said, "Why do you have to suffer this long ago? You mean, you hand over the oil lamp and then I let you go, right?"

    The Tibetan Blackbird nodded politely, looking convinced!

    "Ahem. Come on, since you gave in, I decided to let you go. After all, whether you become a man or not has nothing to do with me!" I picked up the blackbird and asked: "Say, oil lamp  Where is it hidden?"

    The Tibetan blackbird glanced at the Tibetan scripture bookshelf. I followed its gaze and walked over. It turned out to be a Tibetan butter teapot.  Open the lid and the oil lamp is indeed inside!

    I picked up the oil lamp and took a look. To be honest, it didn¡¯t look special, but it did have a palm print on it, and the copper-colored patina was very thick. It must have been a long time ago!

    "You know what I'm doing, now that I've found the thing, I'll let you go!" I pulled the hemp rope away and snorted. The hidden blackbird suddenly flew up to the trapezoidal window and stuck out its butt towards me again.

    I knew that if I let it go, it would not be it. After all, a bird is a bird. You expect it to convince you, how difficult it is!  Fortunately, I found the thing and I can deliver it now!

      I rolled my eyes at this coquettish bird and walked out of the room with an oil lamp in my arms. Khenpo Tsering and Liu Dajin rushed to greet me. When they saw the oil lamp in my hand, they immediately showed excitement!

    "Look, let me tell you that this brother of mine is great. He is known as Xiao Zhuge. He has no clues!" Liu Dajin praised him and took the oil lamp over.

    ¡°Young gentleman, you really opened my eyes!¡± Tsering Khenpo bowed deeply again.

    But my proud smile didn¡¯t reveal its teeth, so Liu Dajin hurriedly said: ¡°No, that¡¯s not right, brother, where is the twist on this oil lamp?¡±

    "What kind of lamp is it? Isn't it just a lamp holder?" I asked quickly.

    Khenpo Tsering took one look at it and hurriedly explained: "The donor does not know that this butter lamp is valuable, and the twist of the lamp is also valuable. It is made from one hundred tendons of the "Ge Xia" grass that have been repeatedly soaked and rolled.  He is the founding lama of our monastery. A wick has been lit for two hundred years and half of it has not been burned since it was made. Tens of thousands of people enjoy the offering of ghee. This thing must not be thrown away!"

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? but the hidden blackbird easily explained the problem and it turned out that its target was the "gexia wick".

    This "gexia" is actually what we call rushes, but the rushes in Tibet are very tough. The wicks of traditional butter lamps are all made of this kind, but in modern times they have been replaced with cotton wicks.

    Old Shi asked: "What does the Tibetan Blackbird need Ge Xia to do if it has nothing to do? This thing can't be a medicinal material!"

    Rushes are indeed medicinal materials. Chinese medicine and Tibetan medicine have recorded that they can ward off evil spirits and diuresis. This Tibetan blackbird must have eaten too much to aid digestion. No wonder Qiye was covered in bird droppings just now.  !

    "Just wait, I'll talk to it again!" The matter can only be considered half done. I have to give Liu Dajin an explanation. Besides, why do I care if it wants to turn on the light?  Even if it fools me, I have to clean it up!

    I turned around and entered the house again. The damn bird was still standing on the trapezoidal window and hadn't flown away.  This guy doesn't know why, but he doesn't seem to want to go out. He just looks at me while "singing a little tune"!

    "Come down! I'll keep your whole body!" I said angrily.

    The blackbird chirped twice, like a turtledove, very leisurely.

    ¡°Good boy, come down and I¡¯ll feed you some imported canned herring.¡± I said with a flattering smile.

    The blackbird quacked twice, as if it were a duck, and stuck its butt towards me again!

    I was immediately furious, touched the bag of gossip on my waist, and whispered: "Xiao Shu, go and catch it back. I'm going to take off its fur to see if it dares to twist its butt towards me!" (Remember this site!  Website: www.hlnovel.com
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