To my surprise, the sea outside the cave was still in a state of trembling and looking at the wind. He didn't look any different than before.

I didn't see any more yin qi coming out of him, and I didn't see any wounds on him.

There was another noise underneath the cavern.

The monk was clutching the rope that had hung down from the hole and climbing up.

The other three were calling him.

"Master, what do you mean by that? We're not done yet......" said the angry man.

"I'm done. Don't touch other Buddha statues. Take the head of the Buddha and come out. The money from the sale of the Buddha's head was transferred to the card according to what I said before. While answering the man's question, the monk was still climbing with his hands and feet.

He is not particularly agile, but he is very skilled in his movements.

The man below was a little angry, "Master, what are you doing?" The previous cooperation was good......"

"That's not a good thing, I'll pass the time with you. I have something to do now. Do it yourself. Anyway, I can't help much. The monk patiently explained, although the content of the words was very disdainful, but the tone of his voice was very calm, and there was a slight smile on his face.

He had crawled outside the cave by this time.

He didn't take the curses of the three men below, either.

When the sea saw the person, he took several steps back and didn't squeak.

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

Naturally, I followed the monk.

The monk didn't look like there was much change. The golden light disappeared as soon as it melted into his body.

I don't know what he's like now.

However, he left early, and the meaning of his previous words, should have something to do with those golden lights. Otherwise, it has something to do with the black gas that drifts away.

With this in mind, I followed the monk.

He walked quickly, and seemed to be familiar with the mountain, so he walked down the hill and entered the green tea house.

This makes me even more puzzling.

is to ensure that the three masterminds will not be caught, and there is confidence that the police can't find evidence related to stealing the Buddha's head, and he swaggered into the green tea house like this, as a stranger, he will definitely be suspected, right? Moreover, he may be the only strange outsider in the Qingcha Cottage during this time. This suspicion is even greater.

But when the monk entered the green tea house, I found that the green tea house had changed a lot.

There are a lot of supporting facilities for tourism here.

When the people of Aoba come, they can only live in informal guesthouses, which is equivalent to temporary short-term rentals. But this monk went directly into a chain of express hotels. The front desk of the hotel just raised its eyes and looked.

And along the way, there were many pedestrians who looked like tourists on the road.

In the evening, there is also a lively night market in Qingchazhuang.

Is this a radical development of tourism?

Tea garden......

I looked back at the rolling mountains in the darkness. The 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 become another tourist attraction.

The monk swiped his card into the room, sat on the bed, and assumed a meditative posture.

He sat like this for more than two hours.

I stared at him for half an hour, but I didn't see any reason for it, and I drifted into the adjacent room.

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

It's like an express hotel in most tourist cities, with simple rooms and mostly young people and backpackers.

The computer screen at the front desk of the hotel shows the usage of the room. More than eighty percent 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 statue, but I got a snack made of tea, which is a specialty.

I went around the maximum range of motion, and I just felt a little dazed.

The green tea house turned into a look that I couldn't understand at all.

This is a very normal thing.

Any city is developing.

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

Here, compared to what I saw in Aoba's archives, there is a certain development of change interest, which belongs to the category of qualitative change.

And I, at first glance, saw the huge contrast before and after this change, and I was a little uncomfortable for a while.

It's not just that the light is not adaptable......

I went back 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 something bad is happening here.

The atmosphere here is no longer so peaceful and serene.

Is it because of what the monk was doing in the cave?

I pondered this question.

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

I was startled and looked back to find that the monk was still in a meditative posture with a very dark expression.

He pulled out his phone and turned on the screen.

There was no light in the room, and the light on the mobile phone screen illuminated his face a little terrifyingly.

He stared at the lock screen for three minutes, then when the screen dimmed, he turned it back on, and so on, until he finally turned the phone screen back off.

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, and it is a corner of the room with frosted glass.

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

I looked at him for a few seconds and didn't expect him to actually fall asleep. Breathing steadily, there was no sign of waking up.

The dream did not change.

Do I have to watch him sleep until dawn?

There are also those who steal the Buddha's head. If they don't make peace with the monks, how can I report their traces to Chen Yihan after the dream is over? Remember what you look like, and then get a portrait artist from the police station to draw it?

As I hesitated, I suddenly felt a little movement in the distance.

I jerked out the window.

That little fluctuation seems to be yin.

It's small, but it's clear in the dark.

Haunted......?!

I suddenly thought of the golden light that floated out of the Buddha statue and submerged into the monk's body, and I couldn't help but shudder.

How can it be so fast?

Even if you lose the blessing of the Buddha statue, you won't die here by such a coincidence, and become a ghost, right?

There was a slight movement behind me.

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

"I thought you were going to solve that problem. How? Didn't you do anything? The monk asked.

I was stunned.

The monk's eyes shone slightly from the moonlight. His eyes moved, and his gaze moved from the window to mine.

I subconsciously backed away.

The monk's expression was a little stunned, and he sat up from the bed, "Huh? Aren't you some of the elders in the cave? ”

(End of chapter)