I don't know any of the four people in the cave.

But there is no doubt that the person in front of him is a monk, or used to be a monk.

A monk who followed people to steal the Buddha's head can be said to be eating inside and out, deceiving the teacher and destroying the ancestors. It's easy to ignite the anger of others.

I exhaled, trying to deal with it calmly.

I tried first, and when I found that I couldn't reach these people, I had to find another way.

It is obviously inappropriate to kill people for this.

Then, it is the best way to confirm their traces and call the police through Chen Yihan after the dream is over.

As I thought about this, they started talking again.

It was the monk who spoke.

He sat directly on the ground, facing a Buddha statue, as if talking about Zen, and as if chatting, he opened his mouth like this.

"Senior, the poor monk is not a great good person, but he is not a wicked person either. I promised you to do good deeds when you go out, and I will do it. As for you, just say hello and you can use my place, just ask. ”

In the faint light, he smiled inscrutablely.

"I visited the temple here earlier and listened to an interesting story from a monk inside. The things of the seniors are touching. It's just that after so many years, the people here don't remember you anymore, and the people who remember you have their own thoughts. Why are you stupid to protect the people here? I heard that your bones were not cleaned up in the end. They carved the Buddha statue for you, but they didn't carve it all, and many people were missed...... The last ones are not very dedicated. It could also be a lack of energy. He said that the stonemason died before he finished carving, and that the stonemason's son was unwilling to take over......"

I was stunned.

Is this what Anyu's relative said to him?

The monk touched his chin, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, "The poor monk has a little ability. Let me tell you that I can't blame them for this. At that time, it should have been a famine or a plague - oh, not this green tea house. You have blessed the green tea house, and the green tea house has always been peaceful. It's a natural disaster in other places, and there are a lot of displaced people...... No matter how good the green tea house is, it can't feed so many displaced people who pour in at once. The living are dying, and who thinks about the dead? Most of the people are thinking about their own lives, and the people they care about are alive, and the rest are floating clouds. The seniors must have thought the same way, right? ”

He said to himself, except for the man who was full of arrogance and hugged his arms and didn't say a word, the other two were studying the head of the Buddha while peeking at him, and when they looked at each other, they would squeeze their eyebrows, suggesting that the monk had something wrong with his brain.

The monk smiled.

"You are all good people, good people. But ah, it's too tiring to be a pure good person and a good person. Look at what you guys do. Bless the wind and rain here, so that people here can be reincarnated immediately after death, there are no ghosts, no monsters...... The predecessors should have discovered it all these years, right? The world is changing, it's changing! How long can you hold out? Look, what did the people here do after you were discovered? If it weren't for the fact that a few old experts from the Cultural Relics Bureau didn't enter the oil and salt, the two tea shops here didn't have much ability, and they would have to borrow your name to sell Buddha tea! Hahaha! Selling Buddha tea, they can figure it out! Surely you know, right? They all want to put a tea tree on top of your head, a gimmick! ”

The angry man reminded him to be quiet.

The monk smiled and should be.

I just felt chills all over my body.

Suddenly, I heard a little noise above, and when I looked up, I saw a figure.

I floated to the top of the cave and saw a somewhat familiar person, and I thought for a while before I recognized it.

This person is the old tea farmer I saw in the archival video.

He didn't want to run away, but looked around nervously.

It's a lookout!

No, it's a thief!

I'm feeling itchy again.

On Thursday, Hai was much older than in the video, and he was aging abnormally. Now he has lost the simplicity of an old peasant, and has more of a treacherous face.

I heard the movement below, and I didn't pay attention to the sea and fell into the cave again.

The monk was still speaking.

“…… Look, what's going on...... Back then, you stepped forward and saved the people of Yuxian. The people of Yuxian County are grateful to you, and they are also secretly carving stone statues, and they are not finished yet. They are afraid of you. They're afraid of you. Otherwise, when the dynasty changes, why don't people who remember this incident say it? Why not for you? They are afraid of you, and they want to use this mountain to control you and keep you in prison. He suddenly sighed, "You have a good heart, and you have been here for so long...... You also stopped that fight, right? ”

I was a little surprised.

I heard the monk continue: "I have inquired. Two tea shops fought, people died, fires were burned, and an innocent woman committed suicide...... Well, in those years, she couldn't be considered innocent either. When the tea is shopped, she will have a better life. This is called a vested interest. Oh, that's a long way off. ”

The corners of his mouth curled to one side, "Such a big thing has quietly disappeared like this." What did you do? ”

It was like a thunderbolt ringing in my head.

This monk's statement makes a lot of sense.

A brawl broke out between the two tea shops, and several people died. Even if it is really as the managers of the two shops said, this is an accident caused by the tea farmers not controlling the situation after the trouble, after such a thing, only a few decades have passed, and the previous generation has not died yet, can they coexist peacefully and peacefully?

If it weren't for the fact that the owners of these two shops were particularly means, scheming, and did something in the aftermath work, it could only be supernatural power...... It was these monks who did something incredible.

It seems that the former is more logical, but if the two tea shops really had such talents at that time, how could there be a fight?

"And that fight, what was the real reason?" The monk said softly, "I checked, and at that point in time, there will be a land census here." Tea plantations, tea mountains, uneven distribution, right? ”

I looked at the Buddha statues in silence.

I don't know if it's my delusion, but the expressions on the faces of these Buddha statues seem to have changed slightly.

"The tea bush you have given here has become a curse. Of course, you are not to blame for this. Without tea trees, there may still be fights over land during land censuses. The monk's smile deepened, "No, it's not 'possible', it's 'inevitable'." They survive by clinging to this land and clinging to tea plantations. Many, many years ago, from the time you helped them and died for them, the people here have become moths, disgusting, incompetent, treacherous moths. You've been guarding this place for so many years that the people here have survived to this day...... Let's look at other places, similar towns, similar tea supply areas, which one still uses the model of family workshops, tea shops and tea farmers to survive in the current era? ”

The monk restrained that smile, and the smile became lighter and more unfathomable, "The most important thing is, now, on this planet, which land is there no ghosts?" Seniors, it is really a loss for this world to spend time and your strength here. There are many people who really need your salvation, who live in the midst of the sound of the water, and look at the world. You've done enough for this place over the years, and it's time for your real practice. You say, right? ”

With the last question of the monk, in the grotto, there seems to be the sound of monks chanting Buddhist scriptures in unison.

The monk's expression immediately became solemn, he sat cross-legged, folded his hands, and recited the Buddha's name.

Almost instantly, I saw a faint golden shadow drift into the monk's body, and a black gray shadow floated out from the top of the monk's head.

My gaze involuntarily drifted upwards along the gray shadow.

I heard an inaudible scream from Thursday Sea outside, and my heart sank, and I immediately drifted out of the cave.

I've been a bit of a carvin lately......

Today is still the third watch.

Good night everyone~

(End of chapter)