Dowling was convinced, he understood what the coin meant by the 9 zeros, and he remembered a video he had seen in his previous life.

A person saw that there was a car in front of him with several 8s written on the license plate number, and then he called Uncle JC, and Uncle JC asked how many license plate numbers there were, and he said how many 8s, and Uncle JC asked how many 8s, and counted several 8s, and wrote several 8s...

Dowling gave up, he knew that it was impossible to return to Blue Star with a body of cultivation, at least not for now.

"Target the Imperial Capital! Due east! Let's go!!! Dowling shouted and strode eastward.

Along the way, he experienced the customs of another world, although it was not much different from the blue star in his memory, but there were still some differences.

For example, it is clear that the other world is very similar to the ancient times on the Blue Star, but some things are very modern, such as toothbrushes, soaps, etc., etc.

Dowling has a lot of coils on his body, and he is a little rich man, so he buys everything he likes, if not for anything else, just because he has never been so chic in his previous life.

As he bought more and more things, Dowling finally bought a horse-drawn carriage, which was very large, and it was called "RV self-driving tour".

Passing by a restaurant to eat a restaurant, there is no restaurant to open a wild meat, along the way, Dao Lin is also very hilarious, from the first line of heaven to the emperor is not too close, with his speed, at least have to go for a month.

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Beside a small stream, Dowling skillfully washed and skinned the two hares he had just caught, cleaned the internal organs, and then skewered them with thick branches and began to pickle.

Waiting for the pickling to take place, Dowling went into the grove to look for firewood, and when he came out again, he was stunned.

I saw a young monk in a white monk's robe and a white robe squatting next to the hare, watching the pickled hare drool.

"That's... Monk! What are you doing? Dowling shouted as he took a few quick steps and threw the dry wood aside.

"Amitabha! The little monk quit drinking and has seen the donor, is this rabbit yours? The monk stood up, folded his hands and whispered the Buddha's horn and asked.

"yes, what's the problem?" Dowling asked, picking up the vegetable bowl containing rabbit meat on the ground.

"Amitabha, the little monk saw that these two rabbits were going to enter your belly, and he was reluctant to give up, and he was willing to do it for the two of them... The two rabbits chanted more than a time. The monk said in a deep voice.

"Monk, are you okay?" Dowling looked at the thin monk in front of him with a suspicious expression.

"Don't be joking, the little monk is very healthy." The monk said with a smile on his face.

"Then tell me, what kind of transcendence method?" Dowling asked with interest.

The monk Bao Xiang solemnly bent down, picked up the firewood that Dao Lin had brought him, handed it to Dao Lin and said, "The little monk uses this excess!" ”

Dowling laughed angrily, snatched the firewood from the hand of the monk and said, "You are really sick!" ”

After that, he ignored the monk who quit drinking, skillfully set up the firewood, and then lit a fire.

Dowling took out a pile of bottles and cans from the wagon, and then used a small brush to dip some raw oil on the rabbit.

The sound of "stinging lala......" flame-grilled rabbit meat sounded, followed by a strong aroma of barbecue.

"Hmm..."The monk swallowed and spat, then secretly raised his hand and touched the saliva at the corner of his mouth.

"Donor, you're not right, you're going to be very miserable like a little rabbit!" The abstaining monk bent down and said.

"Then you say, how to make it painless?" Dowling flipped the rabbit without raising his head.

"With fire! Long pain is better than short pain, sucking... One step at a time. The monk snorted as he spoke.

"You know how to thrash! This meat should be roasted slowly, layer by layer, so that it is fragrant, by the way, it is not appropriate for a monk of yours to discuss barbecue with me here, right? Dowling angrily replied.

"Suitable! Of course, it is appropriate, the little monk goes out to travel, and the food and accommodation on weekdays are turned into fate, the so-called fate, the focus is on the word fate, I meet with the donor is the fate, the donor eats roast rabbit, then the little monk will turn into a roast rabbit, the edge, the wonderful! The monk said with a smile on his face.

"You eat meat?" Dowling finally couldn't help but look up.

"Eat! What you have to eat, as the so-called wine and meat through the intestines... The Buddha left in his heart. The monk nodded and replied.

"It's interesting, it's the first time I've seen a monk eating meat." Dowling handed out a roast rabbit, patted the stone on the side with a smile, and motioned for the monk to sit down.

The monk sat down obediently, and then solemnly took a roast rabbit handed over by Dowling.

"Bake it yourself, you can use the seasoning, one for each person." Dowling pushed the jars and jars over.

"Donor, you are really a good person, good people have good rewards, I wish you ......" The monk was about to pour out some praise, but was ruthlessly interrupted by Dowling.

"Shut up!"

Neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere fell silent for a moment, leaving only the sizzle of barbecue.

The monk seemed to be hungry, so he couldn't wait to pick up the roasted hare and gnaw it, and immediately took a mouthful of oil and water.

Dowling couldn't help but laugh in his heart, a monk was really eating meat, or eating meat in a big gulp.

Dowling is not in a hurry, for him, cooking is the same as cooking, not only to do well, but also to pursue perfection, after all, it affects the experience score.

Dowling began to brush the prepared sauce at the right time, and the surface of the hare was quickly roasted to a golden brown, and he took out the Imperial Golden Knife and quickly changed the flower knife on the surface of the roasted rabbit.

This hand shocked the abstaining monk who was gnawing meat on the side.

"You're okay at this level!" The monk swallowed the barbecue meat in his mouth and exclaimed.

"Average, third in town!" Dowling withdrew the golden knife and said with a smile.

"Give me your barbecue later?" The monk who quit drinking came over and flattered.

"You monk is not satisfied! I've given you a whole one, and you still want to rub me? Dowling gave a white look, and the monk didn't have a good air.

The monk said shamelessly: "The little monk just thinks that the donor's cooking is more delicious, so I want to taste it, learning is very important, and learning from each other." ”

Dao Linli ignored the monks who quit drinking, and roasted the meat by himself.

The monk smiled, put a large piece of the barbecue back on the grill, and pulled out a large gourd from his waist.

As the stopper of the gourd was unplugged, a rich aroma of wine wafted out, which actually suppressed the aroma of the barbecue.

Dowling smelled the smell and turned his head to look at the monk who had quit drinking, his eyes staring at him without blinking.

"Donor, take a bite?" The monk asked, handing the gourd over.

Dowling took the gourd and handed it to his lips and took a shallow sip, and the rich and refreshing wine entered his mouth, which immediately stimulated his taste buds.

Different from the spicy taste of the previous drink, this wine tastes sweet, refreshing in the mouth, and rich in the mouth, subconsciously Daolin took another sip.

"Ahh This wine is really good! Where did you buy it? Dowling handed the gourd back to the monk and asked.

"This is brewed by the little monk himself, it tastes good." The monk said with a smile and a sip.

"How about I trade my barbecue for your wine?" Dowling handed over the roasted rabbit.