Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 125 The Mysterious Case of Styles Manor
Huangyue Temple's criteria for selecting a person with a predestined relationship is very simple. To be a predestined person, two conditions need to be met: a sincere heart and a lot of money.

In the eyes of the great monk, Hu Huifang undoubtedly met these two conditions very well. Looking at the clothes of the few members of this family, you can tell that it is not the owner who is short of money.

Seeing Hu Huifang's convinced face, the great monk stroked his beard and didn't say much. What needs to be said about this kind of thing is to be on the point, otherwise it will be wrong to say too much.

Zhang Zhong stood in the back silently. Nowadays, many temples ask for lottery and divination, and the main ability of people to solve the lottery is also the relative.

As Xiangmen's Yingyao formula said.

At the beginning, you can see the intention of coming, and don't hesitate to speak.

The great monk is an old hand, Hu Huifang said a lot of things, he listened to a lot, and he basically knew Zhang Zhong's situation.

"The donor has a predestined relationship with this temple, so he can enter the back temple to worship the Buddha."

It will definitely cost money to enter the Houmiao. Although Hu Huifang yearns to go to the Houmiao, she still hesitates.

Zhang Chong said with a smile, "Then go in and burn the incense sticks."

It was said that it was burning sticks of incense, but it was really just burning sticks of incense. Although the Zhike monk next to him kept hinting that the more money he had for the sesame oil, the more blessings the Bodhisattva would have, but Zhang Zhong kept turning a deaf ear to it, and kept saying "sincerity leads to spirituality".

After all, Huangyue Temple was well-known, and Zhike monks were not comparable to the wine and meat monks in ordinary mountain temples. Even if they asked for money, they would not be too naked.

When the family of four came out of Huangyue, the happiest thing was Hu Huifang.

She is not a Buddhist, but she has always believed in some supernatural things.In fact, quite a few people of their generation really believed in this. Zhang Zhong remembered that when he was a child, he had a high fever and Hu Huifang invited someone to come over to make soup.

Soup base is a local name, but it is actually a dance god.

Zhang Zhong doesn't know the way of other dance masters in other places, but in Jiangyang, he always gets a bowl of clear water and runs to the door, holding chopsticks and muttering words, calling the names of the dead. If anyone is called, chopsticks To be able to stand up in the water means to say that the source is in the deceased person, and then to say a few good words, it is best to promise something.

Then, it depends on immunity.

Fortunately, Zhang Zhong has a good immune system, so he survived, but after he survived, it made Hu Huifang believe in these things even more.

Zhang Zhong has no idea of ​​popularizing science to his mother. He has always held a neutral attitude towards these things, and he does not completely deny them. It's just that he remains skeptical every day he doesn't see ghosts and gods.

The power of the hotel's electric tour bus is limited, and Zhang Zhong didn't dare to drive too far. He walked around for a while, and returned to the hotel after dinner.

Qingluo Xiaozhu is famous not only for its environment, but also for its food on the island in the middle of the lake.

Even if many tourists can't afford to live in Qingluo's courtyard, they will come here to taste his food.

At noon, the number of tourists on the island in the middle of the lake gradually increased. When they arrived at the hotel, the dining hall was almost full, but Zhang Zhong didn't need to worry about the seats, because he had asked the hotel to reserve a box before he left. .

After lunch, I took a break and visited the Tulip Heights in the afternoon. In the evening, each of the family of four sat on a wicker chair.

Even Pengpeng made a large reclining chair, and her small body curled up in the reclining chair.

She looked a little sleepy, the afterglow of the setting sun hanging in the west reflected on her small face, the original big bright eyes, because the eyelids drooped, so there was only a small slit left, as if she was about to fall asleep at any time.

At the lakeside, you can’t see the scene where the sun is half hidden below the sea level like the seaside. Now that it’s winter, the sun is almost gone before it fully reaches the horizon.

When the sunset was over, the sky became much darker, and the breeze blowing from the water seemed even cooler. Zhang Zhong looked away from the west, and turned to look at Peng Peng next to him. The little girl had already fallen asleep completely.

Fearing that she would freeze, Zhang Zhong picked her up from the wicker chair and returned to the room.

After returning to the house, the old couple also yawned and prepared to go to bed. Although they were still in Jiangyang, the fatigue of the journey was still reflected.

After saying goodnight, Zhang Zhong didn't go back to the house immediately, but went to the study first.

Most of the books in the study room are brand new, only a few books near the door show traces of frequent flipping, and probably most of the guests come here just to touch the books that are available nearby.

Zhang Zhong didn't have much interest in the books on the bookshelf, he came here for work.

He was going to post "The Mysterious Case of Starrs Manor" on the website. In fact, he did the same thing with his mobile phone in his sleeping room, but he was used to working in the study.

Sitting behind his desk, he sent out all the drafts of "The Mysterious Affair at Starrs Manor".

He had already saved this book in the background draft of Surging Literature before, so it is very easy now, just send it with a finger.

This time he didn't choose to serialize, but instead posted the whole book at once. Originally, he considered waiting for a while for the electronic version and the physical version to come out together, but what happened in the past two days made him change his plan.

He doesn't have any obsession with the Huaxia Detective Master Award. If he has it, he will have it, and if he doesn't, he won't. His life will not change much because of this award.

It's just that he doesn't want the media to pay too much attention to these news, so he decided to release a new book to divert attention.

……

When "The Mysterious Case of Styles Manor" was uploaded to the website, Duan Qiao, the editor in charge of Zhang Zhong, was having dinner with his girlfriend.

His girlfriend and he are college classmates, the two have survived the graduation season, and their relationship has begun to develop to the next step. This time they are out on a date and are still talking about meeting their parents.

The news that came out of the mobile phone suddenly interrupted the conversation between the two of them. Duan Qiao was going to press the phone off, but when he saw the news that it was a fifth-grade vegetable, he straightened up immediately.

"Xiaoyun, let me read a message first."

He was talking to his girlfriend and clicked on the message.

The Mysterious Case of Styles Manor?

new book?

15 words?

One message after another kept shocking Duan Qiao. What's going on? Why did a new book come out? Isn't "I'm a Fortune Teller" just published a few days ago?
How many books did the fifth grade vegetative person write?
Duan Qiao couldn't believe that these books were written recently, no one could write so fast!
Thick and thin.

No, it should be called thick accumulation explosion!
In the past, Duan Qiao had the habit of sneaking a sneak peek, but this time it won't work, with 15 words, even if he read ten lines at a glance, by the time he finishes reading it, his girlfriend should run away.

After glancing at the one or two thousand characters ahead, Duan Qiao clicked on Approval.

"What's the matter?" Seeing Duan Qiao put down his phone, his girlfriend asked curiously.

Duan Qiao said with a smile, "The fifth-grade vegetative issued a new book. This time, it's a big deal. It sent out 15 words directly, and didn't squeeze toothpaste for us."

His girlfriend's eyes lit up when she heard this, and she quickly took out her mobile phone, "Has the fifth-grade vegetative person opened a new book? And posted 15 words? Wait for me for a while, and I'll take a look."

Duan Qiao: ...

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