Otherworldly Merchant

I asked Li Mazi to do something about it, and Li Mazi said he couldn't do anything about it.

We stayed up all night, wrapped the three layers outside the beads, and locked them in the safe while waiting for the bald old man's call.

If the bald old man is in trouble, he will call us.

Of course, if you don't call, it means that the beads will no longer affect him...

Over the next few days, everything went back to normal. Buddha's beads lay quietly in the safe, and the bald old man was no longer bothered by the sound of 'monks reading the scriptures', and made a special phone call to praise me.

Until one day, when I had a little trouble, I knew it was far from over.

The other day, when I saw Yin Xinyue was upset, I asked her what happened. Yin Xinyue secretly told me that the people at the tax bureau had been watching their company closely over the past few days, and she was also in charge of the tax section. The company had been stealing tax evasion before, so I was really worried about being found out.

Seeing as she was bored and upset, I was also heartbroken. Soon I thought about bald old men. Didn't bald men work for the city? The IRS is not a word yet.

So I immediately called Li Mazi and asked Li Mazi to find the bald old man.

Li Mazi said there was no problem with the sound, so he set off in a haunted manner. Things went wonderfully well. On that day, the tax bureau people withdrew from the film and television branch where Yin Xinyue was located. The company also rewarded Yin Xinyue with a large amount of money. Yin Xinyue gave it to us, saying that we could help her greatly.

But I'm a little ashamed, and this is the first time I've ever done anything against discipline.

Although all companies now evade taxes and evade taxes, I can't clean myself up and become an accomplice...

I spent the whole day in a state of conscience.

Unaware of the darkness, I opened a bottle of wine in the store, cut a plate of cooked beef and prepared for a night snack, as usual.

For some reason, drinking and eating today doesn't taste like anything, it doesn't taste like much, but it's slightly drunk. I can't help laughing. It looks like the first time I've done something wrong, it's really torturing!

Just when I was a little bored, there was a sudden cry from the door: Amitabha Buddha.

I shuddered and couldn't help but feel weak because I remembered the Buddha beads.

Am I stuck with that weird voice, too?

But when I saw an old monk standing in front of the store, I was relieved.

The old monk had long thief's eyebrows, his clothes were dirty, and he grabbed a big puffer in his hand, like a beggar. Just in the eyes, all kindness, as if to see through everything in the world.

I immediately stood up and asked what the old monk was up to.

The old monk laughed: “The poor monk came to take something back from the benefactor. ”

I looked at him somehow and said, "What is it? ”

“Would you like to sit down and talk?” The old monk showed a slight smile of kindness.

I immediately sat the old monk down and poured him a cup of tea. Once the old monk drank it, he referred to the wine in my hand, meaning that he was going to drink it.

I couldn't help but laugh: "Drink with your family? ”

Old monk: “Why not? There is no wine in my heart, all I drink is a cup of tea. ”

Hey, this old guy was kind of funny, he was very appetizing to me, so I poured a glass of wine for the old monk.

The 52-degree blast furnace house wine, two or two glasses, the old monk drank it, the face did not change color, thumbs up all the time said: good wine good wine!

I had a good time. I think I ran into a beer monk.

I don't know what's going on. Although the old monk is dirty, he occasionally picks his feet and smells them under his nose. He will definitely be rejected by everyone in the street.

But I sat with him, and instead of a slight aversion, my heart calmed down slowly.

The old monk drank three glasses in a row. Six taels of wine went down in his stomach. He was not drunk at all. He still smiled at me.

“Awesome, awesome.” I'm sighing, "the alcohol is good, not drunk at all. ”

“Amitabha, how can you be drunk if you're not drunk and you're not drunk?” The old monk said.

I stunned for a moment and always thought there was something in the old monk's words.

“The little benefactor seemed a little upset.” The old monk laughed obscenely: “Is it evil in your heart that makes you feel guilty? ”

I was a little angry, and I said, "What are you talking about? How can I have evil in my heart? ”

“Not the best.” The old monk measured me with a pair of eyes.

“What the hell are you asking me for?” I'm starting to get a little impatient. I always feel like an old monk can see me through. I was so disgusted by what he just said.

The old monk stretched his pale handles: “It's just a matter of justice. ”

“Justice? What justice? What do you mean?” I sat up excitedly and looked angrily at the old monk.

This old monk is so weird, he really sees through what I'm thinking.

“Justice for countless homeless people, justice for countless exploited people.” The old monk said.

“Grass, go nuts.” I shouted, "Go away. I thought you were a high priest. Love is a liar. ”

The old monk laughed: "Thanks to the Lord for the justice, I'm leaving now. ”

After that, the old monk grabbed another piece of cooked beef and stuffed it in his mouth: "Thank God for the beef. ”

I'm completely speechless at the moment. I scolded the old monk in my heart. Which fucking hospital did this come from?

I don't have the heart to keep it open tonight. Why don't you just close the door and get some rest?

But I just couldn't sleep, and all I could think about was the words of an old monk. And the more you think about it, the sober your mind becomes.

Old monk, buddha beads...

Buddha beads, old monks!

I suddenly remembered something, and the bald old man said that the beads would always run back somehow. And the old monk happened to come to me to get justice. Is that what the old monk said about the beads?

If not, how could something so coincidental happen in the world?

As soon as I was hot, I rushed to the safe and opened it.

The scene in front of me surprised me. The safe was well locked, but the Buddha beads I put in the safe were stunned and disappeared.

No, the old monk stole the beads.

But how did he steal the beads? What the hell is going on?

I was scared. I called Li Mazi immediately and told Li Mazi to come to my store.

Li Mazi passed along, sleeping blurred eyes, asked me why I was calling in the middle of the night? Is there another deal?

I sat down with Li Mazi, worried about what had happened before, patiently told Li Mazi again.