Late Night Bookstore

Chapter 124: Bald-headed monk

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Companionship is the most lasting confession, and this kind of companionship is the kind where there is no chance of meeting each other. The female anchor left in the end. She did not wait for the person who invited her here. She probably had to reply to that account when she went back to ask why they broke the appointment with her.

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

The boy took the initiative to ask Zhou Ze to send him there. Zhou Ze did not ask him what obsession made him stay in the world of the living, and he did not answer. This time, sending the dead soul to hell was easy and simple.

It can even be described as "peaceful".

There is no resistance, no struggle, no dissatisfaction, only calmness.

After finishing this business, Zhou Ze went to take a shower and go upstairs to rest. After moving to the new store, "business" has actually been much better. Looking at the ghost money that keeps piling up can indeed give the "ghost" a great sense of satisfaction.

When he woke up, it was already noon. When he went downstairs, Zhou Ze saw the Taoist priest sitting behind the bar playing with the little monkey.

"Good morning, boss." The old Taoist greeted.

Zhou Ze nodded.

Sitting down on the sofa by the window, another lazy day basking in the sun is about to begin. This kind of life is really comfortable, especially watching the endless stream of people outside South Street.

The world is bustling with people pursuing profit. While watching others busying themselves for their livelihood and dreams, you can only steal a half day to relax. With comparison comes superiority, and with superiority comes better enjoyment.

"Boss, what would you like to drink?"

Bai Yingying can only get up at the same time as Zhou Ze. Once she leaves too far, Zhou Ze's sleep will be interrupted.

"Tea."

Bai Yingying quickly made tea and brought it over. She also placed an ashtray in front of Zhou Ze and helped him light a cigarette before leaving.

Sometimes, Zhou Ze himself was a little confused. He wondered if Bai Yingying knew the instructions left by Madam Bai, so she was so attentive to him. But it seemed that she was really naive and had great respect and admiration for Madam Bai.

Some issues are not suitable for digging into, as that would be meaningless, and Zhou Ze is willing to continue pretending to be confused.

Drinking tea,

Smoking a cigarette,

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

In fact, Zhou Ze still likes to sit in the bookstore and wait for customers to come, just like Jiang Taigong fishing and waiting for those who are willing to take the bait. It’s not that this is very cool, but he feels less tiring this way.

He doesn't like running around outside because it's too tiring.

I picked up today's newspaper and flipped through it. The gambling case is already fermenting and being tried. The police acted very quickly. The investors behind the scenes and others were controlled and arrested one by one. What awaits them will be a just trial.

At this moment, the door of the bookstore behind Zhou Ze was pushed open, and the person who walked in made the old Taoist's eyes light up, and immediately a fierce look appeared in his eyes!

It’s no wonder that the Taoist priest suddenly behaved like this, because the person who came in was a monk with scars on his head and he seemed to have bald spots. The bald monk was quite interesting.

The monk was not tall, about 1.6 meters, a little fat, and did not have the bearing of a high-level monk. He was far inferior to the Taoist master opposite him in terms of his immortal appearance.

Since ancient times, Buddhism and Taoism have disliked each other. During the ancient dynasties, when Taoism was prosperous, Buddhism was destroyed, and when Buddhism was prosperous, Taoism was destroyed. After all, they were competing for believers and resources, and if you have more, I will naturally have less.

From the old Taoist's point of view, the bookstore is his territory, and this bald monk seems to be here to challenge him.

But what was unexpected was that the bald monk didn't even look at the Taoist priest. Facing the "opposition" released by the Taoist priest, he just smiled, then walked directly to the opposite side of Zhou Ze and sat down.

"A cup of tea."

The bald monk said.

The old Taoist priest brought over a cup of tea with a gloomy face, and reminded him at the same time: "The minimum consumption here is one hundred, and we don't accept fortune-telling or feng shui here."

The bald monk raised his head slightly, looked at the old Taoist priest, and said with a smile:

“We are different.”

We are different.

This is a very profound sentence, which both belittles the old Taoist and elevates himself at the same time.

What I mean is that you are a charlatan who only does what he wants, while I have real talent and knowledge. We are different.

Zhou Ze blew out a smoke ring, which just hit the other person's face.

It wasn't that Zhou Ze wanted to help the Taoist priest out, after all, the visitor was a guest. But as soon as the other party entered the bookstore, Zhou Ze had a vague sense of warning.

The bald monk was not annoyed. He just put his hands together and said, "Amitabha."

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

At that moment, the fingers holding the cigarette began to slowly grow black nails.

"Don't be angry, I came here to drink tea and read books, I have no ill intentions."

The bald monk loosened his hands, picked up the teacup, and took a sip of tea. At that moment, Zhou Ze's discomfort subsided.

"Go and get busy." Zhou Ze said to the old Taoist.

The old Taoist could only retreat.

"Donor, it is indeed interesting that this store is located in a busy city. It is located in a busy city yet is quiet and elegant."

Zhou Ze didn't say anything.

"I was traveling around and happened to come to Tongcheng today, but I found that my two old friends were gone. I was very curious. After some investigation, I learned that a person named Donor appeared in Tongcheng."

"Who are your two friends?"

"One is a girl, in her prime. The other is an old man, working in the Confucian Temple."

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

"Are you here to avenge them?"

"No, no, everything is predestined. Joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, are all up to fate. Nothing can be forced. I came here today just to see the donor, to have a talk with him, and to establish another good relationship with him."

"It seems that those who have good relationships with you never have a good ending."

Upon hearing this, the bald monk smiled silently.

Then, Zhou Ze stopped talking, and the bald monk also stopped talking, and the atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

When the tea was almost cold, the bald monk finally spoke:

"I came here to tell the police some of my thoughts and ideas. Wherever I go, I will always talk to the local police."

"I talk and I listen. After you finish, you have to pay me."

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

In my eyes, they are also human beings and part of all living beings.

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

Those who fall into evil are a disaster to all living beings and should be punished.

If there are ghosts that harm people, they will have the appearance of a furious Vajra. But for ordinary ghosts who linger in the human world because of obsession or various reasons, I think they have this power and this freedom.

However, since the death of the Lord of Mount Tai, the affairs of the underworld have been governed by a performance-based system, and any ghosts that linger in the human world will be sent to hell.

I have never agreed with this kind of behavior.

Therefore, I came to persuade the superiors that ghosts also have likes and dislikes, and have pros and cons. We cannot treat everything in a one-size-fits-all manner, otherwise it would be lazy governance and negligent governance. "

Zhou Ze wanted to laugh.

Seeing Zhou Ze's reaction, the bald monk sighed and said, "One who practices virtue should row against the current, doing what he knows is impossible."

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

“I have read this newspaper. When this incident happened, I was not far away from there.

A man went missing and his relatives reported the case to the police. The police speculated that he might have been murdered, but they could not find the body and were helpless.

At this time, a woman from the same village told the police that her deceased mother appeared in her dream last night and told her that someone was buried next to her house and occupied her land.

The police initially thought it was a joke, but when they sent people to check the grave of his mother, they found a piece of newly turned soil. After digging, they found the body of the missing man.

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

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

In this story, the soul of the woman's mother did good things, and good and evil are in the heart.

Although she stayed in the local area and never went to hell, she did not harm anyone and even helped people. Do you think the underworld should send such a ghost to hell

She probably just wants to see her children and 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 failed to convince me. I'm sorry that you made this trip in vain. You can go to other cities and other places and talk to other ghost messengers about your ideals and concepts. Maybe you can find a like-minded person who can fight for ghost power with you."

The bald monk smiled helplessly. Apparently, he had seen this kind of feedback a lot. He picked up the newspaper again helplessly, read the news, and sighed again.

Zhou Ze reached out and pressed the newspaper down.

The bald monk looked at Zhou Ze with some confusion.

"Monk, there's a saying that goes, don't run before you learn to walk. You said you've been fighting for the rights of ghosts, but you can't even see clearly what a human is, so what qualifications do you have to speak for ghosts?"

"Why?"

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

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

The bald monk shook his head and said, "I am not lucky enough to see you. If I had the honor to see you, I would have treated you with courtesy. Although the old man is dead, his kindness still lives on."

Zhou Ze smiled and said, "I haven't been to that place, but I can bet you a drawer of ghost money that there is no ghost of this old mother. After her death, her soul went to hell a long time ago."

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

The bald monk thought it was ridiculous.

“The missing and murdered people are from the same village.

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

Then there was a woman who told the police the clues in her dream. 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 excavated the cemetery and found the body, they also felt it was very strange. This is the reporter's writing style, in order to make the news interesting and attract topics.

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

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

"Then why doesn't she tell the police directly?" asked the bald monk.

"Because the murderer is from our village, he may have parents, children, brothers and sisters. If I report it directly, won't the murderer's family bear a grudge against me

So, she used the excuse of ghosts and gods, or her mother's dream, to reveal the clues in this vague way so as to avoid being hated.

Just like some kidnapping cases in remote areas, do you think the neighbors don’t know that this family bought a person

Or, do you think that everyone in the village is a bad person, no one has a conscience, and no one has good intentions in their hearts

It’s just because everyone feels that if they report it, they will offend their neighbors in the same village who are seen every day. Even if they sympathize with the poor woman who was trafficked, they can only pretend that they didn’t see it. ”

The bald monk was slightly stunned and asked in confusion: "What is this?"

"human nature."