Chapter 293 [Incredible Wine Cellar]

No wonder everyone is stupid. How can they not be stupid? Although everyone is a Hindu, India is the birthplace of Buddhism. Everyone has some understanding of Buddhism. Although Indian Buddhism's rules and regulations for monks are not as strict as those in mainland China.

But Buddhists are Buddhists after all. Even onions and garlic are not allowed to be eaten. How can they allow monks in temples to drink alcohol? Drinking is not allowed so where does the wine in this wine cellar come from? This is too ridiculous, a wine cellar was actually found in a Buddhist temple. And the wine is still so fragrant, it seems that it takes hundreds of years of aging to exude such an alluring fragrance.

This is India, not Japan. Monks who are monks are not allowed to drink alcohol, eat meat, or marry wives. Unlike Japanese Buddhist temples where there are no taboos and everything is allowed, are you still a monk? This time everyone was confused. Is it because I am too shallow and do not understand the strict rules and regulations of Buddhism? Or is it because Buddhist temples hundreds of years ago did not have as strict rules as they do now.

I can’t figure it out, I really can’t figure it out, but if I can’t figure it out, I don’t want to. No matter what the reason was, I found this underground wine cellar very rare. The smell of these wines aroused the greed in Belsinger's stomach. There is no time to think about the paradoxical question of what temple and why we discovered the wine cellar.

I didn't have time to worry about this anymore. I looked at the piles of wooden shelves in front of me, with various jars and bottles of various sizes placed on them. Not to mention old drunkards like Belsinger, even the servants couldn't help but start swallowing their saliva. The saliva almost flowed down. It was so delicious. This is a treasure trove for drunkards, this is a paradise for drunkards.

At this time, Belinger couldn't help but giggle, his mouth was watering, and he finally woke up. Then he wiped it and looked back at everyone and said excitedly.

"What are you wastes waiting for? Hurry up and smash it for me. Even a dog can't get through this hole. Can I get through? Hurry and smash it open but be careful. Don't break another wine jar, otherwise I will I’ll strangle you to death and act quickly.”

With the experience just now, everyone began to become cautious, and everyone took off their only remaining pants. The naked buttocks and trousers gathered together, blocked the big hole, and then knocked it bit by bit. The stones outside the hole are blocked inside the hole by the cloth made of trousers, and the stones cannot jump in.

Of course, the scene of a dozen grown men swinging sledgehammers with their bare buttocks is a bit unconventional, but we are all grown men, so what should we be afraid of? On a heavy rainy day, water and mud were everywhere on my body, and it made no difference whether I was wearing pants or not. It's cooler and easier to use one's physical strength this way. The good guy is so good this time. He pushes the big hammer down and saves a lot of trouble.

After knocking off the outer stones, remove the tangled cloth from the pants, and then knock out the inner stones bit by bit. After repeating this for more than an hour, a human-sized hole was knocked out. Of course, the distance between the surface of the stone wall and the long-standing wooden shelves was only 30 centimeters, so even a skinny person would not be able to get through. .

Fortunately, these wooden shelves are divided into five levels, and the partitions are more than 80 centimeters. Move all the wine jars and bottles on the wooden shelf, and then people can climb in. The first one to climb in is of course Brooke, the human mule.

Who knows if there is any danger inside? It has been sealed here for hundreds of years, and even if there is no danger, the air is no longer clean. Therefore, Belsinger would not be the first to enter. After Brooke, the human mule, entered and confirmed that it was safe, Belsinger was the second to enter.

After entering the warehouse, Belsinger took a high-power flashlight in his hand and carefully observed the surrounding situation. In fact, the flashlight's irradiation distance is really limited, and coupled with the obstruction of the bottles and jars, Bell's character did not clearly see what the so-called underground wine cellar was like.

It was only after I came in that I saw clearly that the underground wine cellar was actually not very large, no more than 20 meters long and no more than 15 meters wide. What is very surprising is that there is a stone wall at the other end of the wine cellar, and an iron door that is even better preserved than the first iron door. At least it is not rotten with so much rust.

Unexpectedly, there is another space inside. Could this warehouse be the treasure of the entire temple? It is a gathering place for precious treasures, which is why there are so many strong iron doors guarding this warehouse. The second space is the wine cellar. So what is the third space hidden at the end? Is it an underground vault? Is it possible? Too possible.

Of course, since the space of the wine cellar is really limited, it is impossible for more people to enter, so all the wine jars and bottles on these wooden shelves can only be moved outside. After all these wooden shelves are removed, there will be room for display. Only by knocking out the gap in the third stone wall can we see what kind of secrets are hidden behind the three iron doors.

I'm curious, but I don't have time to pay attention to the third iron door now. I need to move all the wine jars and bottles out of the wine cellar first. These wines must be at least 300 years old. If you break a bottle of Belsinger, your heart will bleed and you can't lose it. If you lose Belsinger again, you will go crazy. Let's preserve them first.

After seeing the state of the wine cellar clearly, Belsinger quickly organized the staff, and everyone stood at a distance of half a meter. The wine jars and bottles on the shelves were passed by hand to hand, and they must be passed carefully, and the stickers on them must not be damaged.

Otherwise, Belsinger would never know the names of these wines and where they came from. Because the wine introductions were written in ink on them, even Belsinger, the master, participated in the delivery. Every time he got a bottle or a jar, he took a careful look behind his back.

The style of the wine bottle was very ordinary. The color was dark green. It was a glass bottle with a square wine introduction label on it. Although I didn't recognize the words on it, there were Indian Sanskrit and foreign characters, but I could tell from the color of the wine that it was a bottle of wine.

And Belsinger carefully observed the large and small wine jars, and surprisingly found that the wine introductions on these wine jars were written in Chinese characters, and I saw a few words about the Ming Dynasty. Even if you use your butt to think, you can tell that this is fine wine produced in the Ming Dynasty. I don't know how it was transported to this mountain temple and stored.

This is authentic Chinese fine wine produced hundreds of years ago. Which jar is not extremely precious! And these wines are very well preserved. Except for the dust on it, there is no damage. The whole jar is completely sealed. I took a complete wine jar and smelled it. There was no smell of wine wafting around. In other words, it was very well sealed.

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