I'm actually an alchemist

Chapter 129 India Gate

Mumbai, a seaport city.

It is also the largest and wealthiest city in India.

This city gathers the vast majority of rich people in India, and because of Bollywood, it also gathers many beauties.

There are tall buildings and luxury cars here.

However, Su Si had already lost interest in the city as soon as she arrived here.

Originally, she was pretty pale from the smell of urine everywhere in the street.

It didn't take long before she saw a few men standing in a row in an open-air toilet, just holding the guy to pee openly.

Moreover, there are such people on almost every street, just peeing openly.Well, in addition to peeing, there are people shitting.

There was a lot of traffic on the street, and someone on the side of the street was facing the street with his ass pouted, plopping shit.After shitting, the man stretched out his hand and rinsed it on a faucet beside him to wash away what was on his hand.

Well, besides men, there are also women.

After that, Su Si didn't want to stay here any longer.

When she first came here, she wondered why the faucet was placed so low.

It turns out that it is so!
After asking Yang Qing for the key, she went straight back to the hotel near Bollywood.And told Yang Qing, don't call her out if it's okay.

After Su Si left, Yang Qing felt much more relaxed and free.

He lit a cigarette, put it in his pocket, and walked casually in this Sao city.

He had also seen Bollywood movies before.

I was also full of curiosity and desire for those Indian beauties with big eyes, good figure, good looks, fair skin and soft waist in the movies.

But, now, here and now.

Yang Qing looked at the Indian women wrapped in cloth all over the street, with tiger-tailed waists and rubber-like faces, the slightest childhood fantasies in his heart instantly burst like soap bubbles with a bang.

Walking in this city, apart from the smell of urine from time to time, the strongest thing left is the smell of curry gasoline.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Yang Qing walked on the street full of sewage, carefully avoiding the lumps of black things on the ground, as well as rotten vegetable leaves and thrown away egg shells.

At this time, the phone finally rang.

Yang Qing quickly connected the phone and said, "Hey, Your Majesty, um, I've arrived in Mumbai! Yes, I should be in a slum now. Where are you?"

Not long after hanging up the phone, the king sent Yang Qing his address through WeChat.

India Gate?
After Yang Qing glanced at the address, he hailed a taxi and went straight to India Gate.

Indian taxis are, well, pretty old fashioned.Yang Qing had only seen this kind of taxi when she was a child watching Hong Kong movies.

Along the way, the driver danced and danced, and turned around to chat with Yang Qing from time to time.

Yang Qing was confused and thought, what is this guy talking about.

It didn't take long before the driver slammed on the brakes and hit a cow's buttocks.As a result, the black-spotted vernacular heifer was frightened and went crazy, knocking down a group of pedestrians.

The driver was so frightened that he hurriedly stopped the car. After getting out of the car, he knelt on the ground and muttered something.

Yang Qing was left hanging on the car, watching the chaotic street, the scene where the bull was chasing pedestrians, he was stunned for a while.

However, Yang Qing still had things to do, and he didn't have time to wait for the driver to pray for atonement.

Fortunately, it is not far from the Gate of India.

After taking out the money and putting it in the car, Yang Qing got out of the car directly, followed the mobile phone navigation, and walked towards the India Gate.

Ten minutes later, when Yang Qing walked out of the group of buildings, he saw at a glance the India Gate, which resembled the European Arc de Triomphe, standing not far away.

It was noon.

There weren't many tourists, so Yang Qing found it easily, the fat white man in the little red shoes.

Yang Qing walked over, pressed the king's shoulders, and sat down.

"Hey, shit!"

The king was taken aback, and when he saw Yang Qing, he was surprised and said, "So fast?"

"It is a must!"

Yang Qing dragged out a Northeast dialect, and asked: "Tell me about the situation, how did you find them? By the way, where is your second uncle?"

"It's in the ring!"

Seeing that Yang Qing was holding a pack of cigarettes in his hand, the king took it over, took it out and lit it, and said, "After we parted at the pier last time, I was going to go back on a cruise ship. Unexpectedly, I bought the wrong ship. But , I never expected it to be so self-defeating. I got on the wrong boat, but did the right thing!"

"Your apprentice is being controlled by two ascetic monks, and it looks like he is about to go north. These two ascetic monks have very high levels of cultivation!" The king lowered his voice, stared at the front and said, "I fought against one of the ascetic monks!"

"How about it!"

Yang Qing asked quickly.

"not so good!"

The king shook his head and said, "I tried my best, but he didn't. I lost, but he won!"

At this moment, the king's eyes lit up, and he quickly reminded Yang Qing, looking at a person coming out of the woods in front of him, he said, "Here, those two are!"

Yang Qing hurriedly looked for the reputation.

Under the huge and majestic India Gate, two skinny and barefoot ascetics were sitting and resting in the shade.Sun Jihai, whose mind was controlled, was like a zombie without a soul, sitting quietly on the ground, motionless, not smiling.

Pedestrians passing by will basically stop when they see the ascetic monk and salute the ascetic monk.It can be seen that the status of ascetic monks in India is still very high.

"That's a pair of master and apprentice!"

With a cigarette in his mouth, the king said in a low voice, "The one with long hair and smelly body is the master! The one with short hair is his apprentice!!"

Yang Qing nodded.

At this time, he suddenly saw two ascetic monks, they stood up one after another, and then pulled Sun Jihai up again.

"They're leaving!"

Yang Qing patted the king on the shoulder, and after pinching his cigarette, he and the king continued to follow.

……

After one o'clock in the afternoon, the ascetic monks brought Sun Jihai to the downstairs of a slum area.

In front of the door downstairs, black sewage flows across.A few women with big arms and round waists, just with their pockets in their pockets, stood at the door of a three-story hotel, chatting with each other.

At this time, I saw a guest coming.

One of the women, after dancing and gesticulating, led the ascetic monk upstairs.

It looks like he's going to live here forever.

"How to do?"

Gu Liang looked at the hotel, then turned to stare at Yang Qing.

"Find a place to eat first!"

After staring at the hotel, Yang Qing turned around and said to Gu Liang, "I haven't eaten authentic Chinese food for a long time. When I passed by just now, I happened to see a restaurant serving Datong sliced ​​noodles!"

To be honest, he has been almost depressed by the Indian style food these days.Not to mention whether the ingredients are washed or not, the key is the way of eating.

Grab?

Isn't it hot?

(End of this chapter)