Chapter 123: Monk

Companionship is the longest love confession, and this kind of companionship is still the kind that can't meet at all. The female anchor finally left. She didn't wait for the person who asked her to come here. It is estimated that she should ask again. Why did your account agree with yourself.
But what she may not know is that the man has left the sun permanently.
The boy took the initiative to send Zhou Ze. Zhou Ze didn't ask him what obsession he kept him in the sun, and he didn't answer. This time it was easy and simple to send the soul to hell.
It can even be described as "peaceful".
There is no resistance, no struggle, no dissatisfaction, some are just a kind of calm.
After finishing this single business, Zhou Ze went to take a bath and went upstairs to rest. After relocating to a new store, the "business" is actually much better. Looking at the piled up bank notes, it can indeed give "ghost" a kind of Great satisfaction.
When I woke up, it was already noon and I went downstairs. Zhou Ze saw Lao Tao sitting at the bar and teasing the little monkey.
"Early, boss." The old man said hello.
Zhou Ze nodded.
Sitting down on the sofa by the window, the day of laziness and sunbathing is about to begin again. This kind of life is really pleasant, especially when looking at the endless crowds outside the South Street.
The world is full of good fortune, watching others busy for their livelihoods and dreams, but they can steal the rest of their lives for half a day, there will be superiority if there is contrast, and then there will be better enjoyment.
"Boss, what's your drink?"
When will Zhou Ze start, when will Bai Yingying start? Once she leaves too far, Zhou Ze's sleep will be interrupted.
"Tea bar."
Bai Yingying quickly made tea and brought it over, and put an ashtray in front of Zhou Ze, and then helped Zhou Ze to finish smoking before leaving.
Sometimes, Zhou Ze is a little confused himself. Does Bai Yingying know the orders of Madam Bai, so she will pay attention to herself, but it seems that she really feels silly and white sweet, to her Madam Bai, It is also very respectful and admirable.
There are some problems that are not suitable for digging into the root cause, which is boring, and Zhou Ze is willing to continue to pretend to be confused.
Drinking tea,
Smoking a cigarette,
Anyway, there aren't many ghosts during the day, and you won't be really busy until night.
In fact, Zhou Ze still likes to sit in the store and wait for the guests to come to the door, just like Jiang Taigong's fishing wisher hooks. It's not that this is a B grid, but that he is not tired.
He didn't like to go out and run, that was too much toss.
Picked up today's newspaper and looked through it. The case of gambling is already under fermentation and trial. The police dispatched very quickly. The investors behind the scenes were controlled and caught, waiting for their, It will be a just trial.
At this moment, the shop door behind Zhou Ze was pushed open, and the people who walked in made the old eyes shine, and the fierce light was immediately exposed!
It's no wonder that the old man suddenly did this, because the person who came in was a monk with a scar on his head, and it seemed that there were still a child, and the head monk was very interesting.
The monk is not tall, just like one meter six, a little blessed, there is nothing to get the demeanor of the monk, it is not worse than the poss of the old Dao immortal wind bones on the opposite side.
Since ancient times, Buddhism and Taoism have not looked at each other well. In the ancient dynasty, Taoism destroyed Buddhism when Buddhism flourished and Buddhism destroyed Buddhism. After all, it is necessary to grab resources from the believers.
Standing on the position of the old man, the house is his site, and the monk with the skin is like playing in the museum.
But what I didn't expect was that the monk of Shoutou didn't look at the old ways at all. In the face of the "contradictory meaning" released by the old ways, he just smiled and then went directly to Zhou Ze and sat down.
"a cup of tea."
The head monk said.
Lao Dao brought a cup of tea over his face and sent it over, while reminding: "The minimum consumption here is one hundred, and here, fortune-telling is not accepted here to see Feng Shui."
The monk of the head raised his head slightly, looked at the old man, and smiled:
"We are different."
We are different,
A very deep sentence not only depreciated the old ways, but also elevated himself.
It means that you are a mixed stick of mixed food. I have real talent and we learn differently.
Zhou Ze spit out a smoke ring, just sprayed on the other side's face.
It is not that Zhou Ze wants to make an early appearance. After all, the visitor is a guest, but as soon as the other party enters the store, Zhou Ze has a vague sense of warning.
The head monk was not annoyed, just folded his hands and said, "Amitabha."
For a time, Zhou Ze suddenly felt uncomfortable all over his body, as if an ant was crawling on himself.
At the moment, Zhou Ze's fingers with smoke began to slowly grow black nails.
"The donor is angry, the poor monk came to drink tea, there is no malice."
The monk with skin head loosened his hands, picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea. At that moment, Zhou Ze's discomfort dissipated.
"Go busy," Zhou Ze said to the old man.
The old man can only retreat.
"Dr. Don, this store is really interesting in the middle of downtown. It is elegant and quiet in downtown."
Zhou Ze said nothing.
"The poor monk is on a four-way parade, and just happened to come to Tongcheng today, but found that the original two old friends were gone. They were really curious. Later, after some investigation, Fangzhi Tongcheng showed up as a donor. "
"Who are your two friends?"
"One is a woman and she is just a young woman. An old man is a messenger temple."
Zhou Ze thought slightly, the former should refer to the female ghost who had a problem, the latter should be the gnome old man in the Confucian Temple.
"Are you here to avenge them?"
"Neither, nor do, the origin and the end, there are fixed numbers, the joys and sorrows, the destiny, everything can not be forced, nor forced, the poor monk came today, just want to come to see the donor, and the donor to have a meeting and make another one Kindness."
"It seems that people who are close to you have nothing to end."
The head monk heard the words and smiled silently.
Then, Zhou Ze didn't speak, and the head monk didn't speak. The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.
It was probably when the tea was cold that the head monk said:
"The poor monk is here to say some ideas and tell some ideas to the poor. Every time the poor monk arrives, he will always talk to the local poor."
"You said, I'm listening. After that, the money must be given."
"The Buddha said that all living beings are equal. The living beings here are not only living people, but also the dead. They were born and grew up in Sri Lanka. They are no different from living people.
In the eyes of poor monks, they are also humans and members of sentient beings.
The person who seeks the good is the basis of all beings and deserves to be cherished.
Those who fall into evil should be punished for the evil of all beings.
People with ghosts and charms have their own vajra wrath, but ordinary souls, or those who linger on the world due to obsession or various reasons, the poor monks feel that they have this power and this freedom.
However, since the death of the king of Taishan Prefecture, the punishment of the monarch, the method of achievements and achievements, all ghosts staying on earth will be escorted to hell.
Poor monks have always been afraid of this kind of behavior.
Therefore, when you come to persuade to be poor, ghosts have their own likes and dislikes, as well as pros and cons. You can't do everything across the board. Otherwise, you will be lazy and lazy. "
Zhou Ze wanted to laugh.
Seeing Zhou Ze's reaction, the monk with a sigh sighed, and those who walked on the road should know how to do it when they sailed against the current.
He picked up the newspaper in front of Zhou Ze and turned to the last page, which read the news of another province, about a murder case.
"The poor monk read this newspaper. When this happened, the poor monk himself was not far from there.
A man was missing and relatives reported the crime. The police speculated that he might be killed, but no body was found and he was helpless.
At this time, a woman in the same village told the police that her deceased mother had dreamed of her last night and told someone that she was buried next to her house and occupied her territory.
At first, the police only used it as a joke, but when they sent someone to look at the head of his mother's grave, they found a piece of newly turned soil. After excavating, they found the body of the missing man.
Later, based on the evidence remaining on the corpse, the real murderer was found, which was Li Mou in the same village.
The murderer was caught, and the victim was able to look away.
In this, the soul of the woman's mother did a good thing, good and evil in her heart.
Although she stayed in the local area without going to hell, she didn't harm anyone, and even helped people. Such a ghost, do you think the should put him in hell?
She may just want to watch her children and grandchildren grow up and pass on the lineage, nothing more. "
Zhou Ze picked up herbal tea, took a sip, and shook his head.
Obviously, Zhou Ze does not agree with this statement.
"You still haven't been able to persuade me, I'm sorry, let you go for a trip, you can go to other places in other cities, find other ghosts and talk about your ideals and ideas, maybe you can find a friend, and then you Fight for ghost power together."
The head monk smiled helplessly. Obviously, he saw much more about this kind of feedback. Now he felt helplessly picked up the newspaper again, looked at the news above, and sighed again.
Zhou Ze reached out and pressed down the newspaper.
The monk with skin head looked at Zhou Ze puzzled.
"Monk, there is a saying that don't learn to run hurriedly before you go. You said you have been fighting for the rights of ghosts, but you haven't even understood it, and what qualifications do you have to speak to ghosts?"
"What solution?"
Zhou Ze reached out and poked in the news, shook his head, and said:
"You said you were in that place, then, did you find the dead soul of that old mother in that village?"
The head monk shook his head. "The poor monk did not have the chance to see it. If he had the chance to see it, he must treat him with courtesy. Although the old man died, his good intentions still exist."
Zhou Ze smiled, "I haven't been to that place, but I can take a drawer of money and bet with you. There is no soul of this old mother. After her death, her soul has already gone to hell."
"How could you be a ghost, don't you believe that there are ghosts in this world?"
The skinhead monk felt ridiculous.
"The missing and killed are from the same village.
The murderer who killed the corpse was also from the same village.
Then came another woman who told the police clues from Tomeng, also from the same village. Isn't that obvious? "
Zhou Ze lit another cigarette and said: "The newspaper said that the police did not believe it at first, but later found the body in the cemetery, but also found it very strange. This is the reporter's writing method, in order to make the news interesting and attract topics.
But in fact, I believe the local police are clear in their hearts.
The woman came to report, UU reading www.uukanshu. It is quite possible that com saw it when the murderer hid the body. "
"Then why didn't she speak directly to the police?" asked the monk of Xitou.
"Because the murderer is also a member of the village, the murderer may have parents and children, as well as brothers and sisters. If you report it directly, wouldn't it be hated by others?
Therefore, she pretends to say ghosts and gods, what old mother is dreaming about, and reveals the clues in this way in a fog, so that she will not be hated.
It's like a trafficking case in some remote area. You don't even know that this family bought someone from your neighborhood?
Or, you are all bad guys in the whole village, no one has a conscience, no one has good intentions in his heart?
It was only because everyone felt that if they reported it, it would be wicked to the neighbor who raised his head in the same village but did not look down. Even if he felt sympathy for the poor woman who was trafficked, he could only pretend not to see it. "
The monk Litou was stunned for a moment, confused and said, "What is this?"
"human nature."