Midnight Bookstore

Chapter 123: Scabbyhead Monk

Companionship was the truest confession of love. Moreover, this kind of companionship was the kind that could not be met at all. In the end, the female streamer still left. She did not wait for the person who asked her to come here. She reckoned that when she went back, she would have to reply to that account and ask why it missed her.

However, what she did not know was that the person had already left the Yang Realm forever.

The boy had asked Zhou Ze to send him there on his own accord. Zhou Ze did not ask him what kind of obsession made him stay in the Yang Realm, and he did not answer. This time, sending souls to hell was very easy and simple.

It could even be described as’ peaceful ‘.

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

After doing this business, Zhou Ze went to take a shower and go upstairs to rest. After moving to the new store, his “business” had actually improved a lot. Looking at the stacks of notes, it could indeed give the “ghost” a huge sense of satisfaction.

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

“Morning, boss,” the old Daoist greeted.

Zhou Ze nodded.

He sat down on the sofa by the window. The lazy and sunny day was about to begin again. This kind of life was really satisfying, especially when he looked at the endless stream of people on the south street.

The world was bustling with activity for profit. While others were busy working for their livelihoods and dreams, he was able to steal half a day of leisure. With comparison, there was superiority. With superiority, there would be better enjoyment.

“Boss, what would you like to drink?”

When Zhou Ze woke up, Bai Yingying would wake up. Once she was too far away, Zhou Ze’s sleep would be interrupted.

“Tea.”

Bai Yingying quickly made tea and brought it over. At the same time, she placed an ashtray in front of Zhou Ze and helped him light his cigarette before leaving.

Sometimes, even Zhou Ze himself was confused. Did Bai Yingying know about the instructions that Madam Bai left behind? That was why she treated him so well. However, from the looks of it, she really did seem a little silly. She also respected and admired her Madam Bai.

There were some problems that were not suitable for investigation. That would be meaningless, and Zhou Ze was willing to continue playing dumb.

He drank his tea.

He smoked.

After all, there were not many ghosts during the day. He would only get busy at night.

Actually, Zhou Ze still liked to sit in the bookstore and wait for customers to come. It was like Jiang Taigong fishing for a willing fish to be hooked. It was not that this was a bad idea, but he felt that it was not tiring.

He did not like to run around like that.

He picked up today’s newspaper and flipped through it. The life gambling case was already in the midst of fermentation and investigation. The police had been dispatched very quickly, and every investor behind the scenes had been captured. What awaited them was justice.

At this moment, the door of the bookstore behind Zhou Ze was pushed open. The old Daoist priest’s eyes lit up when he saw the person who walked in, and his gaze immediately turned ferocious!

It was not the old Daoist priest’s fault for suddenly acting like this. The person who had entered was a monk. He had a ring scar on his head, and it seemed like he had given birth to a scabby-looking monk. It was quite interesting.

The monk was not tall, only about 1.6 meters tall. He was slightly plump and did not have the bearing of an eminent monk. Compared to the old Daoist priest opposite him, he was nothing.

Since ancient times, Buddhism and Daoism did not see eye to eye with each other. In ancient dynasties, when Daoism flourished, it destroyed Buddhism. When Buddhism flourished, it destroyed Daoism. After all, they needed to snatch followers and resources. If you had more, I would naturally have less.

From the old Daoist’s perspective, the study room was his territory, and this ugly monk looked like he was here to challenge him.

However, to his surprise, the monk did not even look at the old Daoist priest. In the face of the “opposing intent” released by the old Daoist priest, he only smiled. Then, he walked directly to Zhou Ze and sat down.

“A cup of tea.”

Scabbyhead said.

The old Daoist priest came over with a cup of tea with a dark expression. At the same time, he reminded, “The minimum cost here is 100 yuan. Furthermore, fortune-telling is not accepted here.”

The Scabbyhead Monk raised his head slightly and looked at the old Daoist priest. He smiled and said,

“We are different.”

We are different.

A very profound sentence belittled the old Daoist, but it also elevated himself.

‘ It means you’re a charlatan who’s mixed up. I have real talent. We’re different. ‘

Zhou Ze spat out a ring of smoke that landed on the other party’s face.

It was not that Zhou Ze wanted to stand up for the old Daoist priest. After all, the visitor was a guest. However, the moment the other party entered the bookstore, Zhou Ze had a vague sense of warning.

Scabbyhead was not annoyed. He placed his palms together and chanted, “Amitabha.”

Suddenly, Zhou Ze felt uncomfortable all over, as if ants were crawling all over his body.

Zhou Ze’s fingers that were holding the cigarette started to grow black nails.

“Benefactor, please calm down. This poor monk is here for tea and reading. I have no ill intentions.”

The Scabbyhead Monk let go of his hands, picked up his teacup, and took a sip of tea. At that moment, Zhou Ze’s discomfort subsided.

“Go ahead,” Zhou Ze said to the old Daoist.

The old Daoist could only retreat.

“Benefactor, it is indeed interesting to open this shop in the middle of the city. It is nice to stay in the middle of the city.”

Zhou Ze did not say anything.

“I was on a tour around the city and happened to come to Tong City today. However, I realized that my two old friends had disappeared. I was really curious. After some investigation, I realized that someone like you had appeared in Tong City.”

“Who are your two friends?”

“One is a woman at the prime of her life, and the other is an old man who serves as a messenger temple.”

Zhou Ze pondered for a moment. The former should be referring to the female ghost who had a problem, while the latter should be the dwarf elder from the Wen Temple.

“Are you here to avenge them?”

“That’s not true. Fate begins and ends. Everything is predestined. Sorrow, joy, separation, reunion, everything depends on fate. Nothing can be forced, and nothing can be forced. This poor monk came here today to visit you and have a chat with you to form a good relationship.”

“It seems like those who get along well with you do not have a good ending.”

Scabbyhead smiled speechlessly when he heard that.

After that, Zhou Ze did not speak, and neither did the monk. The atmosphere became awkward.

When the tea had turned cold, Scabbyhead said,

“I’m here to share some ideas and ideas with the servants. Every time I visit a place, I’ll talk to the servants.”

“Go ahead, I’ll listen. After you’re done, you have to give me the money.”

“Buddha said that all living beings are equal. The living beings here are not just the living, but also the dead. They are born and grow. They are no different from the living.

In This Penniless Monk’s eyes, they are also humans and part of all life.

A good finder is the origin of all life, and should be loved and protected.

Fallen Evils were the scourge of all living beings and should be punished.

There are those who harm others like ghosts and spirits, and there are naturally those with the Vajra’s Glare Dharma Characteristic. However, for ordinary souls, or those who are lost due to obsession or for various reasons, This Penniless Monk feels that they have the authority and freedom to do so.

However, after the collapse of the Taishan Prefecture Lord, the matter of the Yin Sensei had been settled by the law of performance. Any ghost that remained in the mortal world would be imprisoned in hell.

This Penniless Monk has never agreed with such behavior.

“Therefore, I came here to persuade the superior. Ghosts have their own good and bad, and they also have their own pros and cons. You can’t be decisive in everything. Otherwise, you will be lazy and lazy.”

Zhou Ze wanted to laugh.

Seeing Zhou Ze’s reaction, the Scabbyhead Monk sighed. A Dao practitioner should sail against the current, knowing that it was impossible.

He picked up the newspaper in front of Zhou Ze and flipped to the last page. On it was the news from another province about a murder case.

“This poor monk has read this newspaper before. When this happened, this poor monk was not far away.

There was a man missing, and his family reported it. The police speculated that he might have been killed, but they could not find the body.

At that moment, a woman from the same village told the police that her late mother had visited her in her dreams last night. She told them that someone had been buried next to her home and occupied her territory.

At first, the police only treated it as a joke. However, when they sent someone to investigate the old woman’s grave, they found a piece of newly turned soil. After digging, they found the missing man’s body.

Later, based on the evidence left on the corpse, they found the real culprit. It was their village’s Li Mou.

The murderer was caught, and the victim could rest in peace.

In this, the woman’s old mother’s soul had done something good. Good and evil were in her heart.

Even though she stayed there and did not go to hell, she did not harm anyone, and she even helped people. Do you think Yin Si 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 took a sip of the cold tea and shook his head.

Obviously, Zhou Ze did not agree with this.

“You still failed to convince me. I’m sorry that you made a wasted trip. You can go to the other cities and find other ghost soldiers to talk about your ideals and ideals. Perhaps you can find a soulmate and fight for ghost power with you.”

Scabbyhead smiled helplessly. Clearly, he had seen too much of such feedback. He helplessly picked up the newspaper again and sighed when he saw the news.

Zhou Ze reached out and pushed the newspaper down.

Scabbyhead looked at Zhou Ze in confusion.

“Monk, there is a saying that you should not run before you learn how to walk. You said that you have been fighting for the ghost’s power, but you can’t even see the person clearly. What right do you have to speak for the ghost?”

“What do you mean?”

Zhou Ze poked at the news and shook his head.

“You said you were there, so did you find the old ghost in the village?”

The Scabbyhead Monk shook his head. “This poor monk wasn’t fortunate enough to meet you. If I was fortunate enough to meet you, then I would definitely treat you with courtesy. Even though the old man has perished, his good intentions still exist.”

Zhou Ze smiled. “I’ve never been to that place, but I can bet a drawer of ghost money with you that there’s no ghost of this old mother. After she died, her soul went to hell.”

“How is that possible… You’re a ghost soldier. Don’t you believe that there are ghosts in this world?”

Scabbyhead Monk found it very absurd.

“The people who went missing were from the same village.

The murderer was also from the same village.

Then there’s the woman who told the police the clues in a dream. She’s also from the same village. Isn’t that obvious enough? ”

Zhou Ze lit another cigarette and said, “The newspaper said that the police didn’t believe it at first, but after they found the body in the cemetery, they also thought it was strange. This was the reporter’s penmanship, to make the news interesting and attract attention.

But in reality, I believe the local police know this.

“The woman came to report it. She probably saw it when the killer was hiding the body.”

“Then why didn’t she tell the police directly?” the monk asked.

“Because the murderer is also someone from this village. The murderer might have parents, children, or siblings. If we directly report him, wouldn’t we be hated by his family?

Therefore, she used the term ‘ghost god’ or ‘old mother’s dream’ to reveal the clues in such a way so that she would not be hated.

This was like a kidnapping case in a remote area. Did you think the neighbors did not know that this family had bought someone back?

Or do you think everyone in the village is a bad person? No one has a conscience, and no one has a kind heart?

“It’s because everyone thought that if they reported her, they would offend their neighbors. Even though they sympathize with the poor woman who was kidnapped, they could only pretend that they did not see her.”

Scabbyhead Monk was slightly stunned and asked in confusion, “What is this?”

“Human nature.”

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