Chapter 125

Company is the longest love confession, and this kind of company, or 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, estimated to reply and ask why the account broke the appointment.

But what she may not know is that the man has left the phallus forever.

The boy took the initiative to let Zhou Ze send it. Zhou Ze didn't ask him what obsession made him stay in the sun all the time, and he didn't answer. This time, it's very easy and simple to send the dead to hell.

Even, it can be described as "peaceful".

There is no resistance, no struggle, no dissatisfaction, there is only a calm.

After finishing this business, Zhou Ze went upstairs to take a bath and rest. After moving to a new store, the "business" was much better. Looking at those banknotes piled up constantly, it really can give the "ghost" a great sense of satisfaction.

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

"Good morning, boss." Lao Dao says hello.

Zhou Ze nodded.

I sat down on the sofa by the window, and the day of laziness and sunshine would start again. This kind of life is really pleasant, especially looking at the endless crowds outside the South Street.

The bustle of the world is all for profit. Seeing people busy for their livelihood and dream, they can steal half a day's leisure. If there is a contrast, they will have superiority. If there is superiority, they will have better enjoyment.

"What would you like to drink, boss?"

When can Zhou Ze start? When can white warbler start? Once she leaves too far, Zhou Ze's sleep will be interrupted.

"Tea."

The white warbler quickly made tea and brought it to him. At the same time, he put an ashtray in front of Zhou Ze, and then helped Zhou Ze to light up his cigarette before leaving.

Sometimes, Zhou Ze is a little confused. Does Bai Yingying know what Mrs. Bai left behind, so she will be considerate to herself. But it seems that she really has some silly and sweet feelings. She also respects and worships Mrs. Bai.

Some problems are not suitable for thorough investigation, which is not interesting. Zhou Ze is willing to continue to pretend this muddleheaded.

Drinking tea,

smoking,

anyway, there are not many ghosts in the daytime, so I will be really busy at night.

In fact, Zhou Ze still likes to sit in the bookstore and wait for the guests to come to his door, just like Jiang Taigong's fishing wish. It's not that there is a B grid, but that he doesn't feel tired.

He doesn't like to run around. It's too much trouble.

Pick up today's newspaper and look through it. The gambling case is already in the ferment and trial. The police are very quick. Behind the scenes investors are controlled and arrested. What is waiting for them is a just trial.

At this time, the bookstore door behind Zhou Ze was pushed open, and the people who came in let the old man's eyes shine, which immediately revealed the fierce light!

It's no wonder that Lao Dao suddenly did this, because the person who came in was a monk with a ring scar on his head. It seems that he also had a leper. It's very interesting.

The monk is not tall, just like one meter six. He is a little fat. He doesn't have the demeanor of an eminent monk. He is worse than the poss of the old Taoist priest opposite.

Since ancient times, Buddhists and Taoism have not looked at each other well. In the ancient king Dynasty, when Taoism flourished, Buddhists destroyed Buddhism and Taoism. After all, if we want to rob believers and resources, we will be less if you are more.

From the standpoint of Laodao, the bookstore is his territory, and this monk with a scabby head is like a challenge to the library.

But what I didn't expect was that the monk didn't look at the Taoist priest at all. Facing the "opposite meaning" released by the Taoist priest, he just smiled and went directly to the opposite side of zhouze and sat down.

"A cup of tea."

Said the leper head monk.

The old Taoist priest delivered a cup of tea with a gloomy face, and reminded: "the minimum consumption here is 100. Besides, fortune telling is not accepted here."

The monk raised his head slightly, looked at the Taoist priest, smiled and said:

"we are different."

We are not the same,

a very deep sentence not only belittles the old way, but also elevates ourselves.

It means that you are a mixed wand. I have real talent and practical learning. We are different.

Zhou Ze spits out a smoke ring and sprays it on the other side's face.

It's not that Zhou Ze wants to show off to the Taoist priest. After all, the visitor is the guest. But as soon as the other party enters the bookstore, Zhou Ze has a faint sense of alarm.

The toad head monk was not upset, but he put his hands together and said, "Amitabha."

For a while, Zhou Ze suddenly felt uncomfortable all over, like an ant was crawling on his body.

At present, Zhou Ze's fingers with cigarette began to grow black nails slowly.

"Please calm down, benefactor. I came here to drink tea and read books. There is no malice."

The toad head monk loosened his hands, took the cup and took a sip of tea. At present, Zhou Ze's discomfort subsided."Go ahead and do it." Zhou Ze said to Lao Dao.

The old way can only retreat.

"Benefactor, it's really interesting to open this shop in the downtown area. It's quiet and quiet."

Zhou Ze didn't speak.

"I'm on a tour around the city. Today, I happened to come to Tongcheng, but I found that the two old friends were missing. I was really curious. Later, after a lot of investigation, I knew that the benefactor appeared in Tongcheng."

"Who are your two friends?"

"One is a woman, just young. An old man works in the Confucian temple. "

Zhou Ze thought in his mind that the former should refer to the female ghost who had a problem, and the latter should be the old dwarf in the Confucian temple.

"You're here to avenge them?"

"No, no, it's not. There's a certain number of causes and causes. It's a matter of fate. You can't force or force everything. I just want to see the benefactor today. I want to have a talk with the benefactor and make another good relationship."

"It seems that the people who get along well with you have nothing to do with it."

The leprechead monk hears the words and laughs silently.

Then, Zhou Ze didn't speak, nor did the monk, and the atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

When the tea was cold, the monk said:

"I'm here to tell you some ideas and ideas. Every time I go to a place, I'll find a local messenger to talk about it."

"You say, I listen. After that, the money has to be given. "

"Buddha said that all living beings are equal. In fact, all living beings here are not only the living, but also the dead. They were born in Si, grew up in Si, and are no different from the living.

In the eyes of the poor monks, they are also human beings and a member of all living beings.

Those who seek the good should be cherished as the foundation of all living beings.

Those who commit evil should be punished for the misfortune of all living beings.

Those who have ghosts and evil spirits have their own golden and angry eyes, but ordinary spirits, or those who linger in the world for obsession or for various reasons, the poor monk feels that they have this right and this freedom.

However, since the collapse of the prince of Mount Tai's mansion, the way of performance points has been followed. All ghosts who stay in the world will be taken to hell.

I always disagree with this behavior.

Therefore, when we come to persuade the poor, ghosts have their likes and dislikes as well as their advantages and disadvantages. We should not do everything in one piece, otherwise we will be lazy and lazy. "

Zhou Ze wants to laugh.

Looking at Zhou Ze's reaction, the monk with the head of a leper sighed. When he was on his way, he would go against the current, knowing that he could not do it.

He picked up the newspaper in front of Zhou Ze and turned to the last page, which read about a murder in another province.

"I read this newspaper. When this happened, I was not far away.

There is a man missing, relatives reported, police speculated that he may be killed, but found no body, helpless.

At this time, a woman in the same village told the police that her late mother had a dream for her last night and told that someone had been buried beside her home and occupied her land boundary.

At first, the police just used it as a joke, but when they sent people to check the grave of their old mother, they found a newly turned piece of soil. After digging, they found the body of the missing man.

Later, according to the evidence left on the corpse, the murderer was found. It was Li Mou from the same village.

If the murderer is caught, the victim will be able to close his eyes.

In this, the soul of the woman's old mother did good deeds, good and evil in her heart.

Although she stayed in the local area and never went to hell, she didn't hurt people and even helped people. Do you think the hell division should take her to hell?

She may just want to see her children grow up and carry on their families, that's all. "

Zhou Ze took a sip of herbal tea and shook his head.

Obviously, Zhou Ze does not agree with this statement.

"You still can't touch me. I'm sorry to let you go for nothing. You can go to other places in other cities, find other ghost jobs and talk about your ideals and ideas. Maybe you can find a confidant and fight for ghost rights with you."

The toad head monk smiled helplessly. Obviously, he saw more of this feedback. Now he picked up the newspaper again helplessly, looked at the news on it, and sighed again.

Zhou Ze reaches out and presses down the newspaper.

Monk Shaotou looked at Zhou Ze in some confusion.

"Monk, there is a saying that don't rush to run before you learn to walk. You say you have been fighting for the rights of ghosts, but you can't even see clearly. What's your qualification to speak to ghosts?"

"What's the answer?"

Zhou Ze put out his hand and poked at the news, shook his head, and said:

"you said you were in that place, then, did you find the old mother's ghost in that village?"

The monk shook his head and said, "I'm not lucky to see you. If I'm lucky to see you, I'll treat you politely. Although the old man's body fell, his kindness still exists."

Zhou Ze smiled and said, "I haven't been to that place, but I can bet you with a drawer of money. There is no dead soul of this old mother. After her death, her soul will go to hell.""How could it be Do you believe that there are ghosts in this world

The leprechead monk thought it was ridiculous.

"The missing victims belong to the same village.

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

And then there's another woman who tells the police the clues in a dream. She's from the same village, isn't that obvious? "

Zhou Ze lit another cigarette and said: "it was said in the newspaper that the police didn't believe it at first, but later found the corpse in the cemetery. It was also very strange. This was a reporter's writing skill, in order to make the news interesting and attractive.

But in fact, I believe the local police are clear-minded.

The woman came to report it. She probably saw it when the murderer hid the body. "

"Then why didn't she speak directly to the police?" Asked the leprechead monk.

"Because the murderer is also from the village. The murderer may have parents, children, brothers and sisters. If they report it directly, will they not be hated by the family?

So, she pretended to be a ghost and a God. What kind of mother told her dreams? She mistily revealed the clues in this way so that she would not be hated.

It's like some abduction cases in remote areas. Your neighbors don't know that this family bought a person to come back?

Or, do you think the whole village is a bad person, no one has conscience, no one has benevolence in mind?

It's just because we think that if we report it, we will hate the neighbors in the same village. Even if we sympathize with the poor woman who was abducted, we can only pretend not to see it. "

"What is this?" said the leprechead monk, stupefied

"Human nature."