Chapter 123: Scarlet Monk

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Accompaniment is the longest confession of love, and this kind of companionship is still the kind that you can't meet at all. The female anchor finally left. She didn't wait for the person who asked her to come here. She probably has to reply and ask about that when she goes back. Why did the account fail to make an appointment with me?

But what she may not know is that that person has left this world forever.

The boy was sent by Zhou Ze on his own initiative. Zhou Ze didn't ask him what obsession made him stay in the world, and he didn't answer. Sending the souls of the dead to hell this time is very easy and simple.

It can even be described as "peaceful".

There is no resistance, no struggle, no dissatisfaction, there is, just a kind of calmness.

After finishing the business, Zhou Ze went to take a bath and went upstairs to rest. After moving to the new store, the "business" has actually improved a lot. Looking at the piling up ghost notes, it can indeed give the "ghost" a kind of Great satisfaction.

When he woke up, it was already noon, and when he went downstairs, Zhou Ze saw the old man sitting behind the bar teasing the little monkey.

"Morning, boss." The old man greeted.

Zhou Ze nodded.

Sitting down on the sofa by the window, the lazy and sunny day is about to begin again. This kind of life is really pleasant, especially looking at the endless crowds outside South Street.

All the hustle and bustle in the world is for profit. Seeing that others are busy for their livelihood and dreams, but I can steal half a day's leisure in my life. There is superiority in comparison, and better enjoyment in superiority.

"Boss, what would you like to drink?"

When Zhou Ze wakes up, Bai Yingying can wake up. Once she leaves too far, Zhou Ze's sleep will be interrupted.

"Tea bar."

Bai Yingying quickly made tea and brought it over. At the same time, she put an ashtray in front of Zhou Ze, and then helped Zhou Ze finish lighting his cigarettes before leaving.

Sometimes, Zhou Ze himself was a little confused, whether Bai Yingying knew the order left by Mrs. Bai, so she was so considerate to herself, but it seemed that she really felt a little silly and sweet. To her Mrs. Bai, It is also respected and adored.

Some questions are not suitable for getting to the bottom of it, as that would be boring, and Zhou Ze is willing to continue pretending to be confused.

drinking tea,

smoking,

Anyway, there are not many ghosts during the day, and I will really get busy after night.

In fact, Zhou Ze still likes to sit in the bookstore, waiting for customers to come to his door, just like Jiang Taigong fishing for volunteers. It's not that it's a b-style, but that it's not tiring.

He doesn't like to go out and run around, it's too much trouble.

Picking up today's newspaper and flipping through it, the life-gambling case is already in the process of fermenting and trial, the police dispatched very quickly, all the investors behind the scenes were controlled and arrested, waiting for them, There will be a just trial.

At this moment, the door of the bookstore behind Zhou Ze was pushed open, and the old man's eyes lit up when he walked in, and his eyes immediately revealed a fierce look!

No wonder the old Taoist suddenly behaved like this, because the person who came in was a monk with ring scars on his head, and he seemed to have a leprosy, a monk with a leprous head, very interesting.

The monk is not tall, only about 1.6 meters tall, a little fat, and he doesn't have the bearing of an eminent monk, which is not a bit worse than the poss of the old Taoist immortal opposite him.

Since ancient times, Buddhism and Taoism have disliked each other. In ancient dynasties, when Taoism prospered, Buddhism was exterminated, and when Buddhism prospered, Taoism was exterminated. After all, it is necessary to rob believers and resources.

From the standpoint of an old Taoist, the bookstore is his territory, and this skinny monk seems to be kicking the library.

But what I didn't expect was that the scarlet head monk didn't look at the old man at all, and just smiled at the "contradictory meaning" released by the old man, then walked directly opposite Zhou Ze, and sat down.

"a cup of tea."

The scarlet head monk said.

The old man brought a cup of tea with a sullen face and brought it over, and reminded him: "The minimum consumption here is 100, and fortune-telling and Fengshui are not accepted here."

The scarlet-headed monk raised his head slightly, looked at the old man, and said with a smile:

"We are different."

we are different,

A very profound sentence not only belittles the old way, but also elevates himself.

It means that you are a magic stick who eats and eats and mixes. I have real talents and learning, and we are different.

Zhou Ze exhaled a puff of smoke ring, which just hit the opponent's face.

It wasn't that Zhou Ze wanted to stand out to the old man, after all, the visitor was a customer, but as soon as the other party entered the bookstore, Zhou Ze had a vague sense of warning signs.

The scarlet-headed monk was not annoyed, he just put his hands together and said: "Amitabha."

For a moment, Zhou Ze suddenly felt uncomfortable all over his body, as if ants were crawling around on his body.

At that moment, Zhou Ze's finger holding the cigarette began to grow black nails slowly.

"The benefactor calm down, the poor monk came here to drink tea and read a book, there is no malice."

The scarlet-headed monk let go of his hands, picked up the teacup, and took a sip of tea. Immediately, Zhou Ze's sense of discomfort subsided.

"Go and do your work." Zhou Ze said to the old Taoist.

The old man can only retreat.

"Sponsor, it's really interesting that this store is located in the middle of the bustling city. It's quiet and quiet in the middle of the bustling city."

Zhou Ze didn't speak.

"The poor monk was on a tour, and happened to come to Tongcheng today, but found that the two old friends had disappeared. I was really curious.

It's tight, after some investigation, I found out that there was a benefactor in Tongcheng. "

"Who are your two friends?"

"One is a woman, just at her young age. The other is an old man, who is in charge of the Confucian Temple."

Zhou Ze thought for a while, the former should refer to the female ghost messenger who had a problem, and the latter should be the old dwarf from the Confucian Temple.

"Are you here to avenge them?"

"No and no, there is a definite number for the origin and extinction of fate, sorrow and joy, parting and reunion, it is up to the destiny, everything, you can't force it, and you can't force it. The poor monk came here today, just to see the benefactor, to have a chat with the benefactor, and to make a marriage. good luck."

"It seems that people who have a good relationship with you will end up with nothing good."

Hearing this, the scarlet-headed monk smiled speechlessly.

Then, Zhou Ze didn't speak, neither did the scarlet monk, and the atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

Probably when the tea was cold, the monk with a scarlet head said:

"The poor monk came here to express some thoughts and concepts to the police. Everywhere the poor monk went, he would always talk to the local police."

"Speak, I'll listen. After you finish speaking, you have to give money."

"The Buddha said that all living beings are equal. The living beings here are actually not only the living, but also the dead. They were born and raised here, and they are no different from living people.

In the eyes of the poor monk, they are also human beings and members of all living beings.

Those who seek goodness are the foundation of all living beings and should be cherished.

Those who fall into evil are the disaster of all living beings and should be punished.

There are ghosts who harm people, and they have the vajra's angry eyes, but ordinary dead souls, or those who linger in the world because of obsession or various reasons, the poor monk thinks that they have this right and freedom.

However, since the death of the emperor of Taishan Prefecture, the affairs of the underworld have been based on the method of performance points. All ghosts that stay in the world will be sent to hell.

The poor monk has always disagreed with this kind of behavior.

Therefore, when I came to persuade the superiors, ghosts also have likes and dislikes, as well as pros and cons, and everything should not be one size fits all, otherwise it would be laziness and negligence. "

Zhou Ze wanted to laugh a little.

Seeing Zhou Ze's reaction, the scarlet-headed monk sighed, those who practice the Tao should sail against the current, and do what they know they can't do.

He picked up the newspaper in front of Zhou Ze, and opened it to the last page, which contained news from another province, about a murder case.

"The poor monk has read this newspaper. When this incident happened, the poor monk himself was not far from there.

A man was missing, and his relatives reported him to the police. The police speculated that he might have been killed, but they couldn't find the body, so they were helpless.

At this time, a woman in the same village told the police that her late mother had dreamed of her last night, telling her that someone was buried next to her home, occupying her territory.

The police just took it as a joke at first, but when they sent people to check the grave of his mother, they found a newly turned earth clod. After excavation, they found the body of the missing man.

Later, based on the evidence left on the corpse, the real culprit was found, who was Li from the same village.

The real murderer was arrested and the victim was able to rest in peace.

In it, the soul of the woman's old mother has done good deeds, and good and evil are in her heart.

Although she stayed there and never went to hell, she didn't harm anyone and even helped people. Do you think the Yin Division should send her to hell for a ghost like this?

She probably just wants to watch her grandchildren grow up and carry on the family line, that's all. "

Zhou Ze picked up the herbal tea, took a sip, and shook his head.

Obviously, Zhou Ze did not agree with this statement.

"You still haven't been able to convince me, I'm sorry, I let you go for nothing, you can go to other cities and other regions, find other ghosts and talk about your ideals and ideas, maybe you can find a bosom friend, and then talk to you Let's fight for ghost power together."

The scarlet-headed monk smiled helplessly. Obviously, he had seen this kind of feedback a lot, so he picked up the newspaper again helplessly, looked at the news on it, and sighed again.

Zhou Ze reached out and pressed down the newspaper.

The scarlet-headed monk looked at Zhou Ze with some puzzlement.

"Monk, there is a saying that you don't rush to run before you learn how to walk. You say you have been fighting for the rights of ghosts, but you can't even understand people, so what qualifications do you have to speak for ghosts?"

"Why?"

Zhou Ze reached out to poke the news, shook his head, and said:

"You said you were in that place at the time, then, did you find the ghost of the old mother in that village?"

The scarlet-headed monk shook his head, "The poor monk is not lucky enough to see him. If he is lucky enough to see him, he will treat him with courtesy. Although the old man has passed away, his good thoughts still remain."

Zhou Ze smiled, "I haven't been to that place, but I can bet you with a drawer of ghost money that there is no soul of this old mother at all. After her death, her soul has already gone to hell."

"How is it possible...you are a ghost messenger, don't you believe that there are ghosts in this world?"

The scarlet monk thought it was ridiculous.

"The person who disappeared and was killed was from the same village.

The murderer who murdered and hid the corpse was also from the same village.

Then there was another woman who told the police the clue in a dream, and she was also from the same village. Isn't this obvious enough? "

Zhou Ze lit another cigarette, and said, "The newspaper said that the police didn't believe it at first, but after they found the body in the cemetery, they also found it very strange. This is a reporter's style of writing, in order to make the news interesting and attract topics.

But in fact, I believe the local police are aware of it.

The woman came to report. It is very likely that she passed by and saw the murderer when he was hiding the body. "

"Then why didn't she speak directly to the police?" the scarlet monk asked.

"Because the murderer is also from the same village, the murderer may have parents, children, brothers and sisters, if you report it directly, wouldn't you be hated by the family?

Therefore, she used the theory of ghosts and gods to reveal the clues in this way in a vague way, so that she would not be hated.

It's like a kidnapping case in some remote areas. You don't even know that this family bought a person back?

Or, do you think that the whole village is bad, no one has a conscience, no one has kind thoughts in their hearts?

It's just because everyone thinks that if they report it, they will offend the neighbors in the same village. Even if they sympathize with the poor woman who was trafficked, they can only pretend not to see it. "

The scarlet-headed monk was slightly taken aback, and asked in confusion, "What is this?"

"human nature."

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