Haggis is haggis, lamb belly is crispy, and there is a fishy mucous membrane before being picked up by the chef, the sheep liver is fat and tender, but the liver is easy to accumulate poisons, not to mention the manure residue leaves in the sheep intestines, which have nothing to do with the word "clean". Even if the nomads regard it as a treasure, the sheep's heart, which is not enjoyed by non-distinguished guests, is not a clean ingredient if it is not put away with blood and water, and it is accompanied by spices.

Master Tie continued to stir the soup in the pot with a wooden spoon, and asked without the slightest anger: "Under your guise, my haggis soup will be 'cleaned'?"

Ma Changqing wanted to say something, but someone took over Master Tie's question: "Naturally, it is only a disguise, and it can't be regarded as clean." Today, our Zoroastrian priests came out to patrol the city to see how many Han restaurants on the street had secretly put up cleaning banners, so that our parishioners could eat illegal things. ”

The person who spoke was wrapped in a white cloth on his head, holding an old sheepskin roll in his hand, and he looked like he was dressed in the costume of the Hu people of the Western Regions, but his face was the same as that of the Han people, and even the accent was the official Luoyang dialect with correct words.

The Han man, dressed as a Hu man, unfolded the parchment scroll in his hand and read: "I would like to enshrine the proverbs of Ahura Mazda, the Supreme Honorable, the Lord of All Things, and the Light One, to the last sage Zarathustra." The Lord forbade you to eat animals that were not slaughtered in the name of Ahuramazda, the one who was the one of light, strangled, beaten, fallen to death, and self-dead. There is life in the blood of the Lord, and it is not to be eaten. The sage also said that the flesh of dogs, cats, frogs, donkeys, and beans is unclean and it is sinful to eat them. ”

Reciting this hadith, the bearded man stared at the Iron Master with great devotion on his face and said, "Zarathustra the sage has mercy on all unbelievers, and the book of Proverbs tells us." Christians, you have loved the grace of the Lord and have embraced the way of Ahuramazda, so that the Gentiles will follow it as well. To keep the Gentiles away from sinful food, let the parishioners slaughter the animals, and in the holy name of the Lord—"

"Master Tie, from today onwards, if you want to make haggis soup, please go to Elder Imar in this city, the teacher of many scriptures in our Zoroastrian workshop, and Father Ibn and his old man, and buy the haggis that he supervised the slaughter. Although the words were all about persuasion, there was an unconscious sense of condescending superiority in the eyes of this Zoroastrian scripture master, and he further explained, "But this alone cannot be regarded as 'clean', and you have to put on the guise of 'clean', and you must also convert to the religion and follow the path that Ahura Mazda pointed out to us." From then on, the chop soup you sell will be truly clean. ”

Ma Changqing, who was on the side, came over again and added: "After joining the church, the most important thing is the five good deeds, the first important thing of the five good deeds is to pay the net fire donation, those who work and do agriculture must pay a small net donation every three months, and those who are businessmen must pay a large net donation." The small net donation is one percent profit, and the big net donation of your business is three percent profit. Don't think this donation is too high, whoever asked you to be a businessman, your hands and feet are not clean, and everyone is making money without conscience. The scribes and gentlemen are willing to accept your donation to cleanse you of your sins and repent!"

Master Tie looked at these Han people, Hu people, and non-obscure people in front of him in silence, and continued to stir the haggis soup in the pot, listening to the man who claimed to be a scripture master talk about those sins, those filth, those miracles, and those salvations. There are also Ma Changqing's money, those donations, and those profits that are simply to be deducted from him. He was neither surprised nor disgusted, he just put the wooden spoon on the side of the pot, picked up the linen cloth hanging on his shoulder, wiped his hands, and said softly: "I'm sorry, I'm a Han Chinese, I don't want to join your Hu people's teaching, and I didn't insult my ancestors." ”

A trace of disappointment flashed on the face of the scripture master who spoke Luoyang's official dialect, and then he quickly put away this emotion, and said with a smile: "This is not in the way, the way of the Lord, it is not something that everyone can follow." It's just Master Tie, you haggis soup shop......"

"Of course I have to drive, and I have to eat. ”

Eating is to survive, survival is the truth, and the truth is faith. This is a real thing, and it cannot be compared to ghosts and gods born with empty heads and brains through the power of the wishes of all beings.

The scripture master looked at Master Tie and made sure that this man in his early thirties was telling the truth, so he couldn't help but shake his head slightly, and said with condescending pity: "Master Tie, I can't say anything else, and lying and big words are not pleasing to my lord. However, in this Blackwater City, your shop really can't be opened. ”

Master Tie turned around, looked directly at the scripture master, and asked: "I sell haggis soup on this street, pay taxes to the government on time and on time, I have also served the government, and I have beaten the Hun Tartars outside the Yumen Pass, why can't I sell haggis soup in Zhangye County of the Han people?"

Master Tie's tone was still gentle, but Master Tie felt an instinctive fear and took a step back slightly.

Ma Changqing stood up at this moment, and shouted angrily: "The surname is Tie, you said that you fought outside the Yumen Pass." But your surname is Tie! I, Ma Changqing, don't know that there are still people surnamed Tie among the Han people! Who knows if you are a Hun cub and pretended to be Han and entered the Han land!"

He pointed violently at the small shop selling haggis soup, and shouted vividly: "Brothers in the sect, we are patrolling the city today, and it was approved by Captain Zhang, and Zuo Shi is also watching! This damn Hun species refuses to convert to our Zoroastrianism, but he refuses to close the shop himself! Okay, let's do him a favor and smash it for me!"

When everyone responded and wanted to do it. Xiao Huo, who had fallen to the ground, stood up and wanted to stop him, but he heard the guest in a green brocade robe next to him suddenly shout: "Eh! What's going on with this pottery bowl!"

But I saw the pottery bowl in the guest's hand, and for some reason, it broke a large piece, leaving an ugly gap.

saw the handsome boy who seemed to be a servant and a disciple, and also said at this time: "Teacher, my bowl is also broken." ”

He seemed innocently holding the clay bowl that had been split in half and raised it towards the little weed, and the neat crack was as if someone had broken it open.

The man in the green brocade robe looked at the pottery bowl that should be very strong with a smile, and said with a smile: "This family is not willing to use some strong things, it is really a small family." Master, what nonsense are you talking about with those idle people, why don't you hurry up and bring two new bowls and serve the soup again! The money will not be missing a penny from you!"