Siheyuan, don't yell at me

The old bald man admitted his mistake, and the Budala Palace recognized the supreme status of Mokho Lama.

It is said that Mokho Lama is the true incarnation of the Subduing Tiger Arhat, who came to Tibet to spread the superior Buddhist teachings of universal harmony.

As the incarnation of Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, the old bald donkey recognized the true form of the Subduing Tiger Arhat at a glance.

After being enlightened by the Subduing Tiger Arhat, the old bald donkey has learned the true teachings.

Three days later, he will start preaching the sutras to bring the gospel to Tibet.

The old bald donkey is not talking casually, three days will pass.

In the square in front of the Potala Palace, red flags were fluttering, including those with sickles and hammers and those with stars.

This is very socialist!

Even the old bald donkey's bright red monk's robe had a gold-plated sickle and hammer embroidered on the chest, and a few shining stars behind him.

No wonder he could become an old bald donkey, he must be quite capable.

The old bald man held the microphone with a solemn look on his face.

"Moko is immeasurable!

My fellow Buddha followers...

The great Venerable Moka enlightened me, the supreme Venerable Moka inspired me!

The Venerable has bestowed upon me the supreme Dharma of Buddha, and has pointed out the way forward for me!

Before I begin my sermon, please allow me to express my most sincere respect to the great Venerable Fu Hu.

Moko is infinite! "

The old bald donkey had already roared when he said this.

There is no other way. My life is in He Daqing's hands. It is important to curry favor with him to save my life.

The old bald donkey understands human nature very well. Just from one look at He Daqing, the old bald donkey knows that this is a guy who regards human life as worthless.

The other party really wants to kill you, he's not just saying that.

The sound coming from the tin horn was deafening, overwhelming the entire square.

The people in the square shouted enthusiastically.

"Moko is immeasurable!

Moko Wuliang..."

This lasted for nearly ten minutes, and the believers' voices became hoarse from shouting before the old bald donkey spoke.

"Moko is immeasurable!

My fellow Buddha’s followers!

Before I begin my sermon, I would like to state my position once again.

I firmly support the Chinese government. Anyone who dares to collude with foreign evil forces will fall into the endless hell and burn his soul for ten thousand years.

Non-my family, its heart must be different.

We who have black hair and black eyes are one family..."

Although what the old bald donkey said was a bit far-fetched, no one was blind enough to cause trouble.

Now the old bald donkey not only represents himself, he also represents Venerable Moka.

Venerable Moke's methods are no joke.

Not only did he set fire to people, but all of his thugs were armed with guns.

What is a gun? The gun is the truth.

"play music!"

The old bald donkey shouted.

As the drum beats sounded, the old bald man took the microphone and turned on the microphone master mode.

“Socialism is good~

Socialism is good~

Socialist countries have a high status for the people.

The reactionaries were defeated.

Imperialism ran away with its tail between its legs!

The people of the whole country are united~

A high tide of socialist construction was set off!

Say it, do it~

Dedicated to the people...”

There is no doubt that the song "Socialism is Good" was written by He Daqing.

I have to say that the old bald man has some musical talent, and his singing actually has a solemn and dignified feeling.

The believers who heard this were so excited that they wanted to immediately contribute to China's development...

At the beginning, it was just a one-man show by the old bald man, but later on, even the soldiers stationed in Lhasa started to sing along.

You know what, this song is quite to their liking.

After the old bald donkey gave his sermon, the mental outlook of the serfs throughout Tibet changed, and everyone had a glow on their face.

Not only have they become richer materially, but they have also gained great spiritual satisfaction.

The Buddha is indeed merciful and he has never given up on his believers.

All the sufferings in the past were caused by the evil landlords who colluded with foreign evil spirits to enslave, oppress and exploit them.

Now, Venerable Moke has appeared and not only eliminated the evil demons from outside the domain, but also saved the soul of the old bald donkey.

He also enlightened the Chinese soldiers, telling them that they could turn to the Chinese soldiers if they had any difficulties in the future, and that the Chinese soldiers would help every believer of the Buddha.

The people of the entire Tibetan area are all in peace, singing and dancing, the whole place is peaceful.

Of course, these include a few formerly wealthy landlords and lamas.

Under the towering snow-capped mountains, He Daqing leaned on a recliner, watching the cattle and sheep grazing on dry grass in the distance.

A plump, golden lamb was roasting on a fire nearby.

Tibet is located at a high altitude, the air is thin, and the ultraviolet rays are particularly strong.

Strong ultraviolet rays make the sunlight more vivid, just like a filter.

This also creates the unique Tibetan scenery!

It was midsummer when I came, and now it is late autumn.

In more than three months, He Daqing's skin had already been tanned into a bronze color, just like the legendary Eighteen Bronze Men in Shaolin Temple.

The points in the national destiny system are increasing day by day.

Especially after dealing with the Dalai Lama, the points increased by 200 points at once.

The current national fortune points have exceeded 1500 and reached 1566 points, and are still rising every day, indicating that China's national strength is improving.

As long as the national fortune points break through the 2000 mark, the prosperity level will change from poor to average.

After a delicious meal of roast lamb, He Daqing packed up his belongings, got on a motorcycle, put on sunglasses, and headed east.

The herdsmen had never seen such a cool motorcycle before, they were simply amazed.

Everyone fantasizes that one day they will be able to ride a motorcycle and gallop across the snowy plateau.

He Daqing unknowingly became the founder of cycling along the Sichuan-Tibet line.

The city in November is already covered in snow.

He Yuzhu pushed a tree branch and ran wildly on the snow outside the factory with a few little kids.

As He Yuzhu pushed on the branches, they shook and touched the snow.

Shazhu was so happy that he kept saying “de, de de~” to himself.

A few little kids were chasing him enthusiastically, shouting that He Yuzhu was a bad guy and was stealing their tree branches to play with.

He Yuzhu had a look of evil humor on his face. Bullying old men and children was a good tradition in the He family.

From time to time, I would look back to see if the naughty kids had caught up with me.

Suddenly, He Yuzhu felt a huge force coming from his heart, and his soul was almost knocked out of his body by the tree branch.

It turned out that the tree branch hit a stone hidden in the snow!

He Yuzhu threw the branch away, covered his chest and breathed, looking as miserable as a pug.

The naughty kids picked up the tree branches, made faces at Shazhu, and called him "Shazhu, big idiot".

Just as He Yuzhu caught his breath, the naughty kid ran away, leaving Shazhu helpless and furious.

All of this was seen by He Daqing who had just returned.

He Daqing kicked He Yuzhu and made him fall over, cursing.

"Fuck, why did I give birth to such a stupid thing like you..."