Then came his trembling feet! .
The next second, a local man rushed up and punched the braided man in the chest, and conveniently handed over the braided man's knife.
Several other locals gathered around me, shouting.
I calmly turned off the safety and said softly: "Who is Diba?"
There was an old man among them who immediately saluted me.
I took two steps back, first turned my head to the other party, then took off my hat and bowed: "Gongkamusang. Tashi Delek."
Later, I took the hada from Leng Yue and presented it to the other party.
After completing the etiquette, the old man's face became more friendly, and the tense expressions of everyone on the other side also relaxed.
"We came to the snowy region to carry out a mission. We apologize for causing any disturbance."
"I already know the matter. You asked us for help. That is our responsibility and obligation. It was not our intention to damage your sacred objects."
"The matter has already happened, let's just deal with him."
After saying the polite words, the old man's expression relaxed again, revealing a rare smile.
"Is the ba dedicated to the Great Rinpoche?"
"Yes!"
"I am very sorry for damaging the sacred objects customized by the Great Rinpoche. I will go to the Great Rinpoche in person to apologize later."
As I said that, I opened my backpack and took out the items and spread them flat in my hands: "I will pay Ba's money as much as he deserves. This is my meeting gift to Diba."
When they first saw the object, the locals and monks were shocked.
The object is the lightning stone given to me by Xia Binghai.
This thing is the top-notch thing in the snowy area.
The old man was a little surprised. He showed surprise and declined politely.
I held the old man's hand and put the thunder stone in his hand until he accepted it.
After sending out the lightning stone, most of the opponent's anger and dissatisfaction disappeared. The next step is to negotiate compensation.
But the old man shook his head, held my hand, and pointed behind him.
There was a broken jar on the ground, and the ground was covered with mud.
I hummed, tiptoed over, grabbed the mud, sniffed it, tasted it, and said softly: "Holy mud!"
The old man and the monks nodded together with solemn expressions.
My temples throbbed a little.
Big trouble.
This mud...
It's holy mud.
Holy mud is the main material for making high-grade medicinal mud, which comes from uncontaminated mud at an altitude of more than 5,000 meters.
Medicinal clay masks and medicinal clay Buddha statues originally originated in the era of Princess Wencheng and have been passed down for 1,300 years.
The collection of holy mud not only requires extremely strict procedures and regulations, but also requires the addition of Tibetan medicinal powder unique to the snowy region, as well as the holy objects blessed by Rinpoche as ingredients.
After the holy mud is made, it will be buried in the ground and left for at least seven days before being taken out on an auspicious day.
If the holy mud is good, then after opening the altar, there will be a special medicinal fragrance that will spread for ten miles.
It is said that if the formula is not prepared properly, the holy mud will become extremely poisonous after the altar is opened, and not a single blade of grass will grow within a radius of one kilometer.
"Are you Master Bodhiramdro?"
The old man was stunned when he heard this, nodded silently, and said nothing to me.
Like the inheritance of various handicrafts in China, the production of medicinal mud is passed down by word of mouth, and the recipe will never be leaked.
Bodhi Langzhuo is the only remaining master of medicinal mud in China and has a very high status.
"This is the holy mud blessed by the Great Rinpoche himself. We have been preparing it for a whole year..."
"Now that this batch of holy mud has been destroyed, we will have to wait at least half a year before we can harvest the mud."
"It's too late."
After listening to the monk's story, the people nearby looked worried and frowning.
Yun Shiyi realized the big mistake he had made and was surprisingly silent.
On the other hand, everyone at the Shen Bureau was smiling sinisterly, waiting to see me make a fool of myself.
Masks can be bought with money, but holy mud cannot be bought with money.
And I just fired a gun.
This matter cannot be resolved well. Once the other party files a complaint, I will never be able to live with it.
I am just a temporary worker and don't care about punishment, but the old one in the Tianjian can't escape and suffers.
When I didn't say anything, the man with the red braid started to become arrogant again, holding a knife and gesticulating at me and making threats, as if he wanted to kill me for revenge.
After thinking for a few seconds, I spoke softly: "Master Bodhi Langzhuo, the holy clay is priceless. I can't compensate you. I can only trouble you to collect the clay and make it after half a year."
As soon as these words came out, the whole place was in an uproar.
The monks looked displeased, and a group of locals became furious.
When my words came out, Deng Zhuonan immediately retreated and spoke sign language to Ban Cun's head. Everyone in the Tianjian Special Office exchanged glances and were already ready for a battle.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense at this moment.
The people in the Shenju secretly laughed like pigs, hoping that we would start fighting right away.
Since ancient times, strong dragons have not suppressed local snakes, but if they really want to suppress them, the opponent can only knock out their teeth and swallow their blood.
If local gangsters come to cause trouble everywhere, there will be no need to do the work.
In the past few years, the Heavenly Supervisory Bureau has encountered a lot of ruthless people in places, and it is not uncommon for people to be beaten to death!
But after suppressing it, the higher-ups found out that Tian Jianzheng and Te Laoyi were absolutely indispensable!
At this moment, Yao Enze was so anxious that he almost cried. He came close to my back and quietly pulled my clothes.
At this time, I took out a box from my backpack and said, "Take this to Rinpoche. This is my apology to him."
"This thing can be used as a million toms!"
My words were very strong, and Bodhirangdrok couldn't handle it at all. A group of local people were even more indignant!
Everyone in the Shenju Special Office broke out in a cold sweat for me.
Amid the outrage, I clicked my thumb and opened the box.
Immediately, a golden lotus fell into everyone's eyes.
An old monk hummed, and tiptoed forward to look at Jin Lian, his eyes flickering and his expression uncertain.
Seeing this golden lotus, the people around were extremely curious.
"Excuse me, Tashi, this is..."
I responded indifferently: "With your knowledge and experience, you can't understand it."
