Conan's winery play house

Chapter 311 Mountain Ni Temple

A group of people drove into the depths of the mountain forest and parked the car near the only temple.

There is only one temple, Shanni Temple, on this mountain, and there are not even other residents.

So it is the only place where you can stay overnight.

The Shanni Temple is built on the edge of a cliff, next to a waterfall, and there are cherry trees growing above the waterfall, and the entire temple is made of wood.

It looks a little old, but not so old, as if it has been repaired.

The red door is open, as if everyone is very welcome.

Qingliu Zhe also stepped forward consciously, looked inside, but saw no one.

"Is anyone there?" he called out.

"Who are you?" The bald old monk with very long eyebrows and beard, wearing a coir hat, came out with a vigilant and repulsive expression.

"I am..." Qing Liuzhe was about to introduce himself as a follower, but was interrupted by the other party.

"Journalist get out! Journalists are not welcome here!" the old monk yelled aggressively.

"I'm not a reporter!" Qing Liuzhe retorted without hesitation.

Don't talk nonsense, how can you slander people casually?

"I saw you in that group of reporters two years ago." The old monk suddenly said with a firm tone and a strange smile.

It was this guy who was dressed up, purple sunglasses, gold earrings, fancy clothes, and a bad boy face.

He was very conspicuous among the group of reporters two years ago, and he was the one who looked the most like a playboy scumbag at first glance.

Two years later, the other party still looks like this, even the color of the sunglasses has not changed.

"What? Do you think I, an old man, can't remember what happened two years ago?" The old monk suddenly said complacently.

The old man's memory is very good.

Tetsuya Qingliu, who was recognized as a reporter and scolded to get out as soon as they met: ...

"I was a reporter two years ago, but it doesn't mean I'll be a reporter two years later! It doesn't mean I'll be a reporter all my life!" Qing Liuzhe retorted righteously.

"Actually, when I was a reporter, I often couldn't make ends meet, and I often faced the unfriendly attitude of the interviewees, and offended some high-end celebrities..." He had a sad expression on his face, as if the past was full of unbearable memories.

"So I have resigned a long time ago, and I am no longer a reporter!" He said seriously.

"Then why are you here now?" the old monk asked with some confidence and some doubts.

"To be honest, I have now found a job that is easier than being a reporter..." Qing Liuzhe also said with emotion.

It is indeed very easy, and occasionally life is in danger, some from prisoners, and some from the employer's family.

"The salary given is very high, much higher than my salary as a reporter."

It is indeed very high, and there will be valuable ashes and diamonds as gifts.

"The employers are also very good-natured, and everyone gets along very equally."

They are indeed very equal. He never treated those five elementary school students as real elementary school students, but treated them as adults. Isn't that very equal?

"I really love this job now!" Qingliu Zhe also gave a thumbs up and said with full of sincerity.

"Then what is your current job?" The old monk was moved by Qingliu Tetsuya's sincere words, and his trust increased a little.

Is the other party's current job really so good?Are employers that good?The salary is still so high?
"I'm working as an attendant for some young masters." Qingliu Zhe also said confidently without the slightest bit of shame.

Since the other party hates reporters, they certainly don't welcome so-called detectives.

In essence, both reporters and detectives come for the truth.

So let him be a follower, detective assistant or something.

Thinking that Qing Liuzhe has transformed from a reporter into an old monk under the big man: ...

The followers of the young masters...

Why can you say such a shameless thing!
The follower or something, just call it a dog's leg!
The high salary and so on are all obtained by being so shameless, right?

"Then what are you doing here?" the old monk asked stiffly.

I don't want to talk about work with some shameless guy anymore, it's too shameless.

"It's actually like this. Several of my employers came to camp in the mountains on a whim. We were about to go back. Because of the rough road, my car tire blew up. If I were alone, even if I walked It's okay to go down the mountain for six hours, but my employers are all pampered young masters..." Qing Liuzhe also began to talk nonsense very seriously.

"I really can't bear to let them walk down the mountain with me, and depending on the weather, it may rain tonight, I dare not let them rest in the car with me." He seemed to be moved by his nonsense, full of concern for employers.

"At this time, I thought of the existence of a mountain mud temple in the mountains, so I wanted to bring them to stay overnight." Qingliu Zhe also changed the subject and explained why he came to the mountain mud temple.

It is convincing and convincing.

He himself felt that his performance in this series was perfect.

Staying with those five elementary school students gave him more confidence, and it became more natural to talk nonsense.

As a reporter himself, he naturally also has the legendary ability to talk nonsense when he sees people and talks nonsense.

"Stay overnight? So you are here to stay overnight!" The old monk's expression changed immediately, and he became enthusiastic.

"That's right." Qing Liuzhe nodded in no surprise.

Monk Tianyong, the abbot of Shanni Temple, is a very... money-greedy monk.

After the Wutiangou incident happened two years ago, reporters flocked here, and the other party did one thing, charging the reporters who came to interview.

Want an interview?Yes, live in a temple and pay the accommodation fee, otherwise don't even want to know a word.

Facing this rule, a group of reporters immediately chose to leave.

It is impossible to pay the money, and the newspaper office does not reimburse it. Wouldn't it be wronged if you pay for it yourself?
The same is true for Qingliu Zhe.

He is not short of money, but he doesn't know how to pay for work by himself.

So no one interviewed any useful news two years ago, but they played their own strengths in the matter of Wu Tiangou's murder.

What are the strengths of journalists?Nonsense.

With a sum in hand, I have the world.

Immediately, the news was made up by reporters from major newspapers and became more and more magical.

What Wutiangu broke into the temple to kill, Wutiangu's punishment, the temple that was targeted by Wutiangu...

One by one, they are compiled like fantasy novels.

Not the most outrageous, only more outrageous.

Qingliu Zheye, as one of the reporters who babbled nonsense two years ago, looked at the protagonist Tianyong monk who had been made up by him without changing his expression.

The other party will agree to their stay.

because……

They are rich.

"Since it is a lodging, it must be very welcome. I wonder how many people want to stay? The price here is still the same, [-] for adults, [-] for children, one meal is included, and if you want to eat other things, you need to pay more... ..." Monk Tianyong rubbed his hands enthusiastically with a smile on his face.

"Six people, I will inform them right away." Qing Liuzhe said the same.

It was his job to deal with the trouble of talking to people, and now that the talking was over, it was the turn of the five young men who were too lazy to chat with people.

(End of this chapter)