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What surprised me was that Zhou Haihai outside the cave was still looking out with trepidation. He looked the same as before.

I didn't see any Yin Qi on him, nor did I see any wounds on him.

There was another noise below the cave.

The monk was grabbing the rope hanging from the entrance of the cave and climbing up.

The other three were calling him.

"Master, what do you mean? We haven't finished our work yet..." said the arrogant man.

"My work is done. Don't touch other Buddha statues. Come out after you take the Buddha head. The money from selling the Buddha head will be credited to my card as promised." While answering the man's question, the monk said, Still climbing on hands and feet.

He is not particularly agile, but his movements are very skillful.

The man below was a little angry, "Master, what are you doing? We have cooperated well before..."

"That's nothing good. I'll just kill the time with you. I have something to do now. You can work on your own. Anyway, I won't be able to help you much." The monk explained patiently, although the content of his words was very disdainful. , but his tone of voice was very calm, with a slight smile on his face.

He had climbed out of the cave now.

He didn't take the curses from the three men below seriously.

Zhou Hai saw the person and took a few steps back without saying a word.

The monk looked at him, smiled, put his hands together and said "goodbye".

Naturally, I followed the monk.

The monk looked unchanged. The golden light disappeared when it integrated into his body.

I can't see what's going on with him now.

However, his early departure and the meaning in his previous words must have something to do with those golden lights. Otherwise, it is related to the black air floating away.

Thinking about this, I followed the monk.

He walked very quickly and seemed to be very familiar with the mountain. He walked leisurely to the foot of the hill and entered the Green Tea House.

This makes it even more confusing for me.

Just to ensure that the three masterminds would not be arrested, and to be confident that the police would not be able to find any evidence linking him to the theft of the Buddha's head, if he entered Qingcha Village in such a swagger, as a stranger, he would definitely be suspected, right? Moreover, he may be the only strange outsider in Qingcha Village during this period. This suspicion is even greater.

But when the monk entered Qingcha Village, I discovered that Qingcha Village had changed drastically.

There are many more supporting facilities for tourism here.

When people from Aoba come here, they can only live in informal B\u0026Bs, which are equivalent to temporary short-term rentals. But the monk went directly to a chain hotel. The front desk of the hotel just looked up.

Along the way, there were many tourists-looking pedestrians on the road.

In the evening, there is also a lively night market here in Qingcha Village.

Is this a complete development of tourism?

tea garden……

I looked back at the rolling hills in the darkness. Those mountains don't seem to have changed much. It's just that it's dark now, and I don't know if the mountain is still full of tea trees, or if it has been turned into other tourist attractions.

The monk swiped his card to enter the room, sat on the bed, and assumed a meditating posture.

He sat like this for more than two hours.

I stared at him for half an hour. I really couldn't figure out why, so I drifted into the adjacent room.

These hotel rooms were all rented out, and I saw suitcases and travel bags placed in the rooms, as well as tourists resting in the rooms.

This place is like an express hotel in most tourist cities. The rooms are simple and the tourists are mostly young people and backpackers.

Room availability is displayed on a computer screen at the hotel's front desk. More than 80% of the rooms are already occupied.

There are also some promotional papers at the front desk with words such as "Qingchazhuang Night Market" and "Night Tour Qingchazhuang". The selling point has nothing to do with the Buddha statues, but they do get some tea snacks, which are considered a specialty.

I walked around in a circle within the maximum range of movement, only to feel a little confused.

Qingcha Village has become something I can’t understand at all.

This is a very normal thing.

Every city is developing.

Minqing City has also experienced transformative development. From an ordinary small city, it expanded several times and became a metropolis. The characteristics of the city are also characterized as financial and economic development. However, that period was before I was born. The changes I have seen in Minqing City over the past 20 years or so are the addition of two landmark buildings, the construction of an economic development zone and several convenient green spaces and ecological parks...

Here at Qingcha Village, compared to what I saw in Qingye’s archives, there is a certain development of interest in change, which belongs to the category of qualitative change.

And I suddenly saw the huge contrast before and after this change, and I felt a little uncomfortable for a while.

It’s not just that I don’t adapt…

I returned to the room where the monk was and stood in front of the small window of the room, looking at the neon lights not far away.

I think some bad changes are happening here.

The atmosphere here is no longer so peaceful and peaceful.

Is it because of what the monk did in the cave?

I thought about this question.

The monk suddenly let out a long sigh at this time.

I was startled and turned around to find that the monk was still in the meditating posture with a gloomy look on his face.

He took out his phone and turned on the screen.

There were no lights on in the room, and the light from the cell phone screen made his face look a little scary.

He stared at the lock screen for three minutes. When the screen dimmed, he reopened it. Repeatedly, he finally turned the phone screen off again.

The monk got up and went to the toilet. I heard the sound of water inside.

The bathroom of the express hotel is very small, just using frosted glass to enclose a corner in the room.

The monk took a bath in the dark, came out soon, lay on the bed, and fell asleep in a standard posture.

I looked at him for a few seconds, but I didn't expect that he really fell asleep. His breathing was steady and he showed no signs of waking up.

The dream remains unchanged.

Do I still have to watch him sleep until dawn?

And those who stole Buddha heads. If they don't make peace with the monk, how can I report their whereabouts to Chen Yihan after the dream ends? Memorize your appearance and then have a police portrait artist draw it?

While I was hesitating, I suddenly felt some movement in the distance.

I looked out the window sharply.

That little fluctuation seems to be Yin Qi.

It's very small, but very clear in the dark night.

Is it haunted...? !

I suddenly thought of the golden light floating out from the Buddha statue and sinking into the monk's body, and I couldn't help but shudder.

Why so fast?

Even without the blessing of the Buddha statue, there wouldn't be such a coincidence that someone died here and turned into a ghost, right?

There was some movement behind me.

The monk changed from lying on his back to lying on his side, opened his eyes and looked out the window.

"I thought you went to solve the hidden danger. What? Didn't you do anything?" the monk asked.

I was stunned.

The monk's eyes shone slightly because of the moonlight. His eyes moved, looking from the window to me.

I backed away subconsciously.

The monk looked a little stunned and sat up from the bed, "Huh? Aren't you a senior in the cave?"