Otherworldly Merchant

After listening, Li Mazi also stunned, but soon he was released.

Smiled and said I was too nervous. How can there be a ghost who drinks and eats meat and feet?

“What happened to Buddha's beads when they disappeared?” I asked.

Li Mazi hesitated for a long time to give me an explanation, but eventually he didn't find a reasonable explanation.

“If that old monk is not a ghost, it must be Buddha, because every word he says is philosophical, and he sees through my heart.” I said: “I know where the missing Buddha beads went...”

“Where is it?” Li Mazi asked.

“Bald old man's home.” I said.

“Are you kidding me?” Li Mazi laughed: “You really think that Buddha bead can fly back with wings. ”

“Remember what the old monk told me before?” I asked, "He wants justice from me, justice from countless homeless people, justice from countless exploited people. Think carefully, can you guess what that means? ”

Li Mazi looked at me surprised: “Have you ever hurt anyone? ”

I glanced at Li Mazi in white: “Not me, I think the bald old man must have done a lot of bad things. That Buddha bead, it's used to punish bald old man, tell him not to do any more good things! But now that I have brought back the Buddha's beads, the bald old man will definitely get worse and worse. We help him, we just help him to maltreat him. That's why the old monk will come to the door himself to find me justice...”

“Don't you feel uncomfortable stealing taxes and evading taxes, even if we do something wrong ourselves? ”

Li Mazi looked at me with awe: "Brother Zhang Jia, you better stop talking. If you say that, I am cautious inside! Forget it. If the bald old man doesn't call us, we don't care. Shit, it's not worth it to sin against a greedy official. ”

I nodded immediately and said that later the bald old man would call for help, and we would never answer.

There are things that, once done, cannot escape.

The next morning, the middle-aged man came back and sneaked up on me and said he wanted to see what happened to Buddha's beads.

I told him the truth directly, saying that the Buddha beads are missing...

The middle-aged man sighed and said no wonder.

Turns out, last night, the bald old man started hearing that monk chanting again. And this time it was louder, as if someone was yelling at the Buddha right next to his ear. Covering his ear didn't work, almost broke his breath all night.

That's why a middle-aged man came to me for questioning.

I shook my head and said, "There's nothing we can do about it this time! Those beads are too powerful, beyond my capabilities. Please be brilliant. ”

Middle-aged men are very unhappy, and their tone is no longer so friendly. They say that comrades are young and cheerful, but I won't force you to think about it. Think about it. Think about it. Think about it.

Grass, are you screwing me?

All right, lay it on the bar. In broad daylight, you can still shoot me. What's wrong? Nor can rights be abused.

But I underestimated them.

This day, a middle-aged man called me a few times, and I didn't answer it. The next day something happened to me here...

Several law enforcement vehicles blocked my antique shop and said they were to be demolished.

The IRS also came in several cars to check my taxes. Shit, I'm in a scrotum business. What kind of taxes? But they stayed with me all day.

Later, Yin Xinyue also called and said that she had received a lawyer's letter. Regarding tax evasion by the company, she also asked me what was going on? Didn't you already have it?

I had a headache. It turns out that the official field is a big dye cylinder, even if you are clean again, you will have to go into this big dye cylinder.

I couldn't help it. I had to talk to Li Mazi about the plan.

Li Mazi is more sad than I am, because today a criminal police team came to him and asked him to cooperate in investigating several cases of burglary of ancient tombs. If such events were revealed, his life would probably be over.

In the end, Li Mazi patted me on the shoulder and said we couldn't fight each other. If we can't fight each other, just admit it! Even the way it looks.

I knew I had nowhere else to go, so let Li Mazi go to PR and ask the bald old man out. I have something to talk to him about.

Li Mazi said yes, let's do it!

Li Mazi personally went to the city and came back to tell me that it was still that five-star hotel, just this afternoon.

Li Mazi's trip was rewarding, and the law enforcement vehicles and the tax authorities withdrew from my shop.

I'm relieved. Contact Yin Xinyue urgently. Let her rush the company to make up the rest of the taxes! The bald old man is about to go wrong, not to get involved in their company.

Yin Xinyue said yes.

In the afternoon, I went to the hotel and met the bald old man.

This time the bald old man is no longer so gentle, and his face is full of unhappy gods. And if you're an hour late, you don't fart one fart, sit directly in a chair, and grab a cup of tea.

To show my determination this time, I didn't let Li Mazi follow me, lest I lose my temper.

I don't know where my courage comes from, but I dare to compete with such a big man: "Now let me tell you about the Buddha beads, old man! Buddha beads, real name: justice. May protect the master's health and future generations flourish. Of course, this is based on justice. If the person holding this bead has done a lot of hurtful things before, the bead will not serve as a protection, but will also cause a backlash to the master, like..."

I swallowed a spit, or bit my teeth, and said the last sentence: “It's like what you're going through right now. ”

“Outrageous!” The bald old man shot the case and looked at it with anger. "You mean I did something that hurt God? Young man, talk better than your brain. Have you ever considered that I could sue you for defamation? ”

It's a mixed official field. I can't breathe when I get angry.

I was a little scared, and I couldn't help but soften my tone: “Buddha beads put me here, there's nothing I can do. But if Buddha beads are on you, let me follow you for 24 hours, maybe I can figure out a way..."

The bald old man glanced at me: "Are you sure? ”

“with great certainty.” I said, "If you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do. ”

Finally, the bald old man hesitated and said, "Okay! How long will you tell me to solve the problem of Buddha beads? ”

“About a month.” I said, "Don't take too long, it's still one of the deadlines that I do my best to guarantee. If you find someone else, I'm afraid you'll be haunted by the sounds of those monks reading the scriptures all your life...”

The bald old man bit his teeth at the end and said, "Well, give you a chance! From today on, you are my full-time secretary. ”

After that, the bald old man made a phone call, which probably meant giving his secretary a month's rest.

Soon, the middle-aged man walked into Yama and handed me a set of car keys.

“If you want me to solve your problems for you, you have to listen to me.” I said: "Otherwise, I really can't solve this...”

Bald old man nods his head: "Cheng, listen to you. ”

I'm relieved: "Next, I'll take you home! ”

“Go wait for me in the car.” The bald old man said, "I have a meal to eat. ”

The bald old man turned away and went to another elegant room.

I couldn't help but shrug my shoulders and wait in the government van.

When I was falling asleep, bald old man, this slowly swallowed me out of the hotel and let me take him home.

I asked him where the beads were now. The bald old man said it wasn't found yet.

I said we don't need to find it, we can solve it without finding it.

The bald old man looked at me somehow, but he didn't say anything.

Bald old man's house, living in the family yard. The setting at home is pretty average, sort of standard for this level!

There was no one else in his house, and I know his family must have lived in the big villa. This family home, too, is only for temporary check-ups.

The bald old man arranged for me to sleep in the bedroom on the first floor, while he slept on the second floor himself.

When I lay down, I started snoring and sleeping. As long as the bald old man hears the monk chanting again, he will call me, and I don't have to guard him 24/7.

In my sleep, I dreamt of that old monk again.

The old monk held the roasted chicken in his hand, held the dandelion in his hand, opened his mouth and stood in the dark laughing at me.

I was curious to ask him if he was a ghost or a Buddha.

The old monk replied with a smile: "If there is a ghost in your heart, then I am a ghost. Buddha in your heart, then I am Buddha. Am I a ghost or a Buddha in your heart? ”

I shook my head and said I didn't know.

He laughed and said he didn't know. The world was haunted by the world, and there were no ghosts and no Buddha in his heart.

I said can you speak Mandarin? What do you mean? I can't understand you, brother.

The old monk just smiled at me. Smiling, he disappeared from my sight, and I woke up struggling from my sleep, staring out the empty window.

I seem to understand what an old monk means, and those with no ghosts in their hearts deserve to be faced with real ghosts. And those who have ghosts in their hearts, even when they meet ordinary people, have no heart.

Like those greedy officers, when they hear a siren downstairs, they're scared to death.

This bald old man must belong to someone with a ghost in his heart, so in his eyes, Buddha beads are a ghost!