Soling Internet Cafe

Nine p.m

An uninvited visitor broke into the feasting Sishoujie.

Conservative style, blue and white color, a little girl with noodles in clear soup walked in with a schoolbag on her back.

People on Sijie Street couldn't help but look sideways.

Hair salons, massage parlors, foot massage parlors, although they have serious-sounding names, everyone knows what they do here.Behind the glass door of the small facade are dim pink and blue lights. Various women are crowded on the small sofa, some old and some young, with heavy make-up, no real age can be seen, only the cloth on the body is well used as little.

Clear Soup Noodles walked past the door, looking inside one by one.

After all, the night is not too late, and the guests have not yet poured in. The women with their white breasts and big white legs are looking out through the glass door, bored.

Look at them for noodles in clear soup, and they also look at noodles in clear soup. The same gender, the same people, seem to be divided into two species.

"Hey, child!" A woman finally couldn't help it, and opened the glass door and called her, "Did you go to the wrong place, go back quickly, this is not the place you should come to."

Clear Soup Noodles glanced at her, turned her head silently, and continued to go deep with her schoolbag on her back.

"Don't worry, there are no good girls who can come here." The pimp came over, "Maybe it's just pretending."

"It doesn't look like it." The young lady was still a little hesitant, but forget it, being reduced to this point, being able to shout out is already considered kind, everyone has his own life, who can control whom?

Tan Xiaoyu walked through the four streets all the way, from west to east, and finally saw a resplendent nightclub.

The doorman stood at the door, welcoming visitors from all walks of life with a smile on her face. She tightened the belt of her schoolbag and raised her legs to step up the steps.

……

"Hey, have you heard that something strange happened up front!" A woman in a tight mini leather skirt ran in, excitedly gossiping with her colleagues, "Ah, there's a little guest here."

"Little guest? What's that..." The woman in red used a curling iron to manage her big waves. "I have taken several of my old ladies who haven't grown their hair yet. Those young men are precocious, so why make a fuss."

"This time it's a woman."

"female?"

"He's still carrying his schoolbag."

"Which song is this?" The ladies all stopped their work and looked over in surprise.

The crisp bells rang continuously, it was the foreman who was calling.Whenever a big client comes, the ladies will collectively dispatch and stand in a row for others to choose.For a while, the young ladies who were busy listening to gossip just now tidied up their appearances and walked out one by one gracefully.

"Mom, which honored guest is this time?" Someone asked curiously, but the old bustard had a strange expression on his face.

"Don't ask too much, you will know when you go."

The private room is 666, a good VIP room, and the minimum consumption is 5 yuan to enter the room and do nothing.

The ladies cheered up, thinking that they might be able to catch a winner today, and only hoped that this person would not have any special hobbies.

The door opened, and the first lady who went in said "Hey", and the ladies who followed one after another were all a little confused, for no other reason, there was only a little girl sitting in the huge private room.

She looks very young, about fourteen or fifteen years old, with noodles in clear soup, wearing a school uniform, and carrying a schoolbag. Only the stacks of banknotes in front of her prove that she was not brought in by some irresponsible parents.

"Guests, guests, the girls are here, which one do you like?" The old bustard rarely stuttered, and the little girl was silent, with a weird gloomy look, which made this elderly woman who was used to the market feel a little bit uncomfortable.

The little girl raised her eyelids.

Wow, she is really small, she still has single eyelids, she looks a little green, but her eyes are very cold.

"Which one is the most popular?" The ladies heard her ask in a thin voice.

"It's hard to say," the procuress finally found his own rhythm, "Cindy is charming, Linda is beautiful, and Cinderella is the most gentle. Every girl has her own specialties. It depends on which one you like."

The little girl glanced at the group of girls. The girls don't wear heavy make-up when walking on the street when they are not at work. If they pass by this little girl on the road, they can probably call her a little girl. The pure eyes are picking and picking, and some girls feel a little ashamed for no reason.

"Who knows whoever is in?"

The ladies looked up in surprise, and the little girl unzipped her schoolbag, stacking stacks of money out.

"Who knows, the money belongs to her."

The ladies looked at each other, and the old bustard frowned: "Guest, what do you mean by that? We are in serious business and have registered with the industry and commerce. How do we know anything?"

"There is still money at home." The little girl said, "Who knows? Oh, it must be reliable."

The money on the table seemed to be over a hundred thousand, so the ladies were naturally moved. The old bustard winked, and a waiter ran out quickly, like a fish swimming into the sea, probably to rescue soldiers.

This little girl is evil!

The old bustard cleared his throat and came up: "Guest, we are really in business, so we may not be able to help you..."

The little girl glanced at her and jumped off the sofa: "Then I'll find someone else."

"Hey, wait a minute." Cindy in the red dress called out to her, "You...what are you trying to do?"

"There is someone who wants to kill," the little girl said with a blank expression, "I want to spend money to buy a killer."

……

Xie Rujian stood at the gate of Jingci Temple.

The gate of the 200-year-old ancient temple is solemn, and cigarettes are curling up. Even on weekdays, there are still an endless stream of pilgrims.

Xie Rujian stood at the door and watched for a while, then raised his legs and stepped up the steps.

There are censers and candles in the welcoming yard. Although the city promotes civilized burning of incense, many believers still feel that it is necessary to light a stick of incense and insert it into the censer to be sincere.At this time, many people were holding some incense sticks and lighting candles. Xie Rujian stepped in in white clothes. For some reason, no one seemed to notice him until he let out a forceful "Dang".

The sound of "Dang" was followed by another sound of "Dang", followed by "Dang Dang Dang Dang". There were one hundred and eight bells placed in Jingci Temple. When the bell rang, the birds flew away in fright, and the pilgrims were frightened.

"What's the matter? Are you doing something?"

Xie Rujian stood in the courtyard, facing the welcoming Maitreya from a distance, stared blankly at the little novice who was sweeping the front yard, suddenly dropped the broom, and ran in quickly.

The bell kept ringing, some pilgrims couldn't take it anymore, they covered their ears and ran out, some doubtful ones were politely invited out by the monks who hurried out, Xie Rujian stood in the middle of the courtyard like a torrent Not long after, he was the only outsider left in the entire Jingci Temple.The mountain gate was closed suddenly, and the monks in green came out in line.The leader stood up with one palm, walked up to Xie Rujian and saluted respectfully: "Amitabha, the little monk named Mingkong is the current supervisor of Jingci Temple. The abbot of the temple, Zen Master Huishen, invites Master Xie to the meditation room in the backyard for a small talk. Lord please."

Xie Rujian raised his legs, and followed Ming Kong through the promenade with sparse flowers and trees, and also through the lineup of monks waiting in full force, and went round and round to the back of Jingci Temple.

Ming Kong announced from outside, and opened the door for Xie Rujian himself. After he entered, he bowed and left, not daring to stay.

The windows in the Zen room are bright and clean, and an old monk is sitting on the futon, frowning and thinking at the chessboard.

Xie Rujian walked over and sat across from him. There was a game of backgammon on the chessboard in front of him. The situation was indeed stalemate, but it was really not brilliant.

Hui sighed deeply, put down the chess piece lightly, and looked up at Xie Rujian.

"Thank you benefactor, I haven't seen you for a long time, but I still have the same demeanor, but this old man has grown from being an ignorant child to this." He said, picked up a teapot beside him, raised his hand to pour a cup for Xie Rujian naturally, and pushed it over.

Xie Rujian reached out and tapped on the table twice as a token of thanks.

"To make a long story short, I will go to the Palace of Three Treasures for nothing," Xie Rujian took out something from his pocket, put it on the chessboard and pushed it over, "Do you recognize this thing?"

The things placed on the chessboard were wrapped in plastic bags, as if they were the fragments of the amulet that Wang Zixuan gave to Zheng Ziyu before, and burned Lin's body to a clean slate.Huishen raised her eyes for a glance, reached out her hand to touch it, and couldn't help being slightly taken aback.

"What a domineering aura!"

He showed seriousness on his face. This time, he stretched his hands forward, carefully picked up the plastic bag, and looked at it carefully for a while: "Look at the patterns on the fragments and the amulets sold by the logistics department of the temple. The shape is the same, but there is a mystery in it. Nowadays, the red dust is flashy and the desires are alluring. The talents in this monastery have long since withered. I am afraid that no one can make such dharma objects except the old monk, and the old monk has been in seclusion since ten years ago. Cultivate and stop meddling in mundane affairs."

"This talisman implies the power of severance, which attracts the karmic fire of hell, and burns the body and karma of the world of a practitioner with decades of cultivation. The person holding the talisman is a high school student. He said that this talisman came from your Jingci Temple. Excuse me, now you say you don’t know?”

Huishen looked at Xie Rujian, and shook his head: "I really don't know. May I ask where the benefactor who holds the talisman got this talisman, and who gave it to him?"

"She bought this talisman on May [-]th from a layman from the Logistics Department of your temple. I can't remember the exact appearance of the layman. I just remember that he is a middle-aged man. Because of his short stature, he is wearing a layman's robe. I can't tell the difference between men and women, but there is a big black mole on the left side of my cheek."

Huishen nodded, and shouted, "Mingkong."

Monk Mingkong's footsteps sounded, and he respectfully responded outside the door: "Mingkong is here."

Huishen said: "Go to the Dharma Logistics Department to adjust the Dharma logistics transfer records and the rotation roster." After a pause, he continued, "Bring the roster of monks in the temple and the images of the lay people who often come to the temple to help."

"Yes." Ming Kong's footsteps hurried away.

Xie Rujian lowered his head to drink tea, and could hear the commotion in the front yard, someone was talking about adjusting the booklet, and someone was moving the tables and chairs. Not long after, the sound of Ming Kong's footsteps returned in a hurry, holding a small, two, three this brochure.

Huishen picked it up in person, and checked them one by one in front of Xie Rujian.

"On the 150th of this month, 45 pieces of Dharma relics were circulated in the Dharma Logistics Department, 27 pieces of Tathagata jade carvings, 33 pieces of Avalokitesvara jade carvings, 31 large sandalwood Buddha beads bracelets, [-] small pieces, [-] crystal hanging strings, and amulets. Three pieces, including one hanging plaque of the Shurangama Mantra, two pieces of amulets of the Great Treasure Guangbo Pavilion Shanzhu Secret Dharani Sutra..."

Huishen turned to this page and showed it to Xie Rujian, then opened the two photo albums and flipped through them carefully, and asked Mingkong: "Is it all here?"

"Yes, Abbot."

"Is there any omission?"

"There are 42 registered monks in the whole temple, two monks on the list, and ten lay monks are all registered."

Huishen thought for a while and asked him, "Do you know if there is a middle-aged, short and fat man with a large black mole on the left cheek among the believers in my temple or the family members of the lay people?"

Mingkong immediately said: "I'll go down and ask right away, please stay with the abbot and Xie benefactor."

Xie Rujian opened the booklet, scanned it one by one, and quickly confirmed that there was no such thing. Looking at the appearance of the layman, he was short and fat, but there was no mole on the left cheek.

"These two people were on duty at the law-abiding logistics department that day." Huishen pointed out one by one to the rotation booklet.After Xie Rujian finished reading, they all had long faces and thin looks, but none of them had a short and fat body.

This is strange... Xie Rujian thought, Wang Zixuan is fine, Zheng Ziyu is also there, can the two little girls be wrong?

Mingkong's footsteps came and went in a hurry, this time it took nearly an hour before he came back.

"I found it." Ming Kong said, and handed over a photo, which was indeed a short and fat man with an indistinguishable male and female appearance. The big mole on the left cheek was impressive at a glance, which showed that the two little girls remembered correctly.

"This is Mr. Zhang's wife."

"It turned out to be him." Huishen pointed to a name and said, "It is this person. This Mr. Zhang is kind and generous, and he often comes to the temple to help. On May [-], he was also in the temple, but he was helping in the back kitchen. I’m not at the Faliu distribution office for the vegetarian meal, I think I brought my wife with me.” He asked Ming Kong, “Where is Mrs. Zhang now?”

Ming Kong paused slightly: "Abbot, Mrs. Zhang passed away due to illness last month. Mr. Zhang came to pray for Mrs. Zhang's blessings in early May."

Huishen was taken aback for a moment, and couldn't help looking at Xie Rujian.

"Understood." Xie Rujian stood up and put the amulet back into his pocket, "I'm sorry for bothering you, please leave."

"Thank you benefactor," Huishen couldn't help calling him, "could it be..."

Xie Rujian shook his head: "Don't think too complicated, maybe it's just wandering spirits, or someone is making troubles, it may not be." He said, crossing the clear sky, and walked away quickly.

The bell rang again, ups and downs, as if they were sending each other off.

"Abbot, this matter..."

Huishen sighed: "Amitabha, Mingkong, the world is really going to be chaotic."