Chapter 672 of the text is Made's mental retardation

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"Master, there is a believer from Austria who wants to see you!" a young monk reported as he entered the teacher's room, folded his hands and respectfully reported.

"Hey, whether you like it or not, the one who should come will always come!" The owner of this temple and the most admired Guru Xizhu Tenzin in the hearts of believers in several nearby counties flashed a trace of worry in his eyes, and turned the turquoise rosary in his hand around and said, "Let him come in!"

"Hello Venerable Master Siju Tenzin, I'm Clint Hoover!" said the Clint Hoover Scholars, who were devotees, in a chorus, and then gave their names, "I have come from far away to receive your blessing!"

The little monk served butter tea and local snacks to entertain the guests, and then quietly left, leaving the space for them! Sidzhu Tenzin gently stroked the top of Clint Hoover's head, "May the Buddha bless you, guests from afar!"

"Dear Guru, I bring greetings from Dharamsala!" Clint Hoover cut open the compartment of his underwear, pulled out a letter and handed it to Guru Siju Tenzin with both hands, then returned to his seat and sat down, secretly observing Siju Tenzin's changing expression, trying to guess what was on his mind.

However, it was destined to disappoint him! Sizhu Tenzin's face was still that compassionate and kind look, and it did not change in the slightest! He did not open the envelope he handed over! Instead, he asked directly, "Distinguished guest, you have come from thousands of miles away, I'm afraid you didn't just come to deliver this letter, right?"

"Yes, I am a volunteer from the civilized world! I have come all the way here to help your people rebel against the rule of the Chinese government and establish their own kingdom!" He had just handed over the letter that had vaguely identified him, so Crete Hoover did not hide his purpose, "My friends and I believe that the Tibetans have the right to establish their own kingdom!" In this country, the people do not have to worry about interference in their faith, they will bask in the light of the Buddha and live a carefree and happy life!"

"Dear Mr. Hoover, what do you think we need most now, and what do you want me to use to convince my people to do what you want?"

"Guru admired by thousands of believers, you call me Clint, applauded! This is not my will, but the sincere desire of the hearts of thousands of believers!" he tried to use this little trick to bring them closer, and after a moment of silence he said, "I think what is most needed here at the moment is freedom and democracy! and the right to express one's faith without any interference!"

Hearing this, Xizhu Tenzin shook his head slowly, "Dear Mr. Hoover, I don't care where you come from or who you work for! I just want to ask you to go back now, and go back to where you came from! Please let us innocent people go! Let us live a peaceful life in our hometown, that's good!"

Clint Hoover never imagined that his plan would be aborted before it had even begun! He reluctantly persuaded, "Master, this land did not belong to the Chinese people in the first place! They have encroached on the land left by your ancestors for generations, and forced you to live according to their habits! Are you and your people willing to accept their rule?"

"What do you say we should do, and what can you bring to our lives?" asked Sidzhu Tenzin again.

"You should call on your followers to unite and drive them out of the plateau! Then establish your own kingdom, and we will support you with money and weapons! International public opinion will be on your side!" Clint Hoover thought that Siju Tenzin was interested, and hurriedly made his own terms!

"Drive them away? Do you mean let me get rid of the doctors who wander the pastoral areas and treat the believers? Or the railroad workers who built the railroad so that we could eat fresh vegetables? Or the teachers who teach our children in the classroom," Siju Tenzin looked at him without blinking, "and then what are we going to do? Still sick and resigned to fate as in the past, guarding the rich resources deep in the land but unable to exploit them?"

"As long as we are free, these are not problems, we can," Clint-Hoover was about to explain, but was interrupted by Siju Tenzin's words.

"You can't do anything! Brad Pitt can't bring us enough vegetables, and Sophie Marceau can't keep our children away from illness! Even you people don't have the ability to build a railroad on the plateau!" Siju Tenzin bluntly explained his origin, "You can't do anything but use us to show your hypocritical feelings! You can't bring us a better life, you just want to use us to achieve your own selfish goals!"

"But you see, the young people here are being assimilated by them."

"I want to ask you, why can't I enjoy the fruits of the progress of human civilization in this race that I am in, my bloodline, and why do we have to live in tents, lighting butter lamps and chanting Buddhas for a group of outsiders to sigh and pay their respects?" Sizhu Tenzin's tone became intense, "There may be people who are willing to give up civilization and return to ignorance, but that is not us!"

After saying so many words, Siju Tenzin, who was no longer young, looked a little tired, and he waved his hand, "You better leave! I believe that not many young people here are willing to give up their lives to win a world without the Internet, electricity, and modern civilization for themselves! Our nation is just simple, but not fools! You can't bring us a better life, all you can bring is misfortune and death!"

"Damn, you foolish fellows, can't you obediently give up your cheap life to cause some trouble for the Chinese government as we wish!" Clint Hoover came out of the temple and, instead of leaving immediately, found a place to live in a nearby county town, trying to find another spokesman.

"Open the door, bring boiling water!" the waiter's voice rang out, and Clint Hoover opened the door without doubt, only to be greeted by a black hole.

"Mad's retarded! It's not enough to do this kind of thing once, and you want to do it a second time? Is it true that the relevant departments of our country eat white rice?" "Hey, have all the elites of the United States been transferred to the Middle East? How can even such a rookie come to the mission! This is really a sense of accomplishment! (To be continued.) )