On March 26, 2009, he accompanied An Yu to return the Buddha's head.

On March 27, 2009, I received a call from the client. 3。

"Hello, Mr. Dou. We've already taken care of the Buddha's head. ”

"Well, I know. I ......"

"Did something happen to you?"

"Hmm...... I, I dreamed again, it was still that monk. But this time...... This time, the monk's appearance...... How so...... That's the word, compassion, compassion! With that expression, he thanked me again. But...... But it's like ......"

"What did he say?"

"That means thank you. But...... I always felt that his expression seemed to be very reluctant, like, was it sadness? I'm not sure either. Is something happening? ”

"That's right...... There's one thing here. When we found the Buddha's head, there were locals present at the time, and they saw it. We can't hide this and block the news. Next, the local cultural relics bureau and Buddhist institutions should visit the site. Those Buddha statues should be taken out and disposed of separately. ”

"Something else?"

"The cultural relics will be appraised first, and based on the results of the appraisal, it will be decided whether it will be a closed collection or a public exhibition. The location of the Buddha statue can no longer be hidden, and the local area will definitely protect it. ”

"I see...... Call...... I always feel that there is something weird. I'm sure I'll go again in the future to see the full Buddha statue. It's good to be able to do that. ”

"Yes."

On March 27, 2009, the commission was terminated.

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I listened to the last recording and felt a sense of relief.

The Buddha statue of Qingchazhuang, I have a vague impression of this thing.

I searched the Internet, and sure enough, I found the report, and after seeing the headline, I sighed in my heart.

"The Buddha statue of Qingchazhuang was stolen"?!

I quickly clicked on the link and saw the full content of the news.

This is a report done by a professional news website.

At the beginning of the article, the theft of the Buddha head of the Buddha statue in Qingchazhuang was described, and there were several photos.

In the dim cave, the statues of Buddha seem to be covered with a black veil, hazy. This should be a photo of the scenic spot.

When the police investigated the scene, they turned on the headlights and illuminated the whole of Shandong.

The Buddha statues are large and small, and each one has a different face, body shape and robe on the body, which is very delicate.

The bright light makes these delicate things visible to people, and also destroys the mystery and tranquility of the cave. The police officers walking through the Buddha statues make this photo look like there is no "Buddha" tranquility, full of hustle and bustle.

The stolen Buddha head is a Buddha statue in the deepest part of the cave.

The cut on the broken neck is smooth, and it should be done by a professional.

Such an incision, knowing that it is nothing more than a stone, gives people a bloody feeling.

The police have not yet found key clues and are conducting a carpet search and investigation.

The news was three years ago.

I searched the web and the first message was this. Either the media didn't follow up, or for three whole years, there were no clues.

The middle paragraph of the article introduces the situation of the Buddha statue in the green tea house. In 09, the Buddha statue cave of Qingchazhuang was discovered.

There is the word "coincidence" in the article to describe it, because the cave was discovered, but also because the Buddha head inside was stolen, and the stolen Buddha head was found in the tea garden of Qingchazhuang, and then followed the vine and found the cave.

What is puzzling is that the locals have provided a version of the story of the discovery of the cave, but according to the careful study of archaeologists, all the Buddha statues in the Qingchazhuang cave do not show any traces of damage. The statues were all intact, none of them were missing heads, and there was no sign of being repaired. In a version of the local story, the presiding priest of a local temple completed the repairs. The presiding officer passed away afterwards. This adds a lot of saga to the story.

The origin of the Buddha statue in Qingchazhuang and who carved it has also been a focus of research by experts in the field of history and religion over the years.

I took a look at what was presented in this article.

The old gentleman Anyu didn't seem to have made the story of their family public. His relative was not mentioned in the article.

After this introduction, the last paragraph of the article is a link to further reading, listing the news of the theft of Buddha heads and stolen cultural relics in those years. The number of these links alone is staggering.

I looked for other news.

It really doesn't seem that the stolen Buddha head has ever been recovered.

No one knows about those monks in history.

It made me feel depressed.

But I can't do anything but be depressed.

The phone prompt sounds. It was a message from my sister.

She and her classmates chartered a group to travel together, updated her social media page every day, and would send me a message telling me about the day's itinerary.

Because it's a trip abroad, the exotic scenery and food give people a novel experience, and my sister has a lot of updated content, and the itinerary sent to me is also a lot. This one is delicious, that one is beautiful, and the other thing is that so-and-so brand stuff is so cheap over there.

Thanks to the well-developed global express business, my sister doesn't have to drag a suitcase of things back. Seeing and buying it, a few of their classmates put together a package and sent it back to China.

The person who collected the courier was not me, but the mother of one of her classmates. I don't have to worry about it.

At most, I asked my sister if she had enough money and reminded her to stay safe.

After the day's usual debriefing and communication, I closed my notebook, washed up and went to sleep.

In a daze, I saw Buddha statues.

It was as if I was in a dark cave with only Buddha statues around me.

I can only hear my own breathing and heartbeat...... No, more than one person's breath and heartbeat.

It seems like a nightmare.

I nervously tried to look left and right, but I found that I couldn't move.

Suddenly, a blinding light pierced my eyes.

I subconsciously squinted, and indeed I squinted.

"You've got a bad brain! Turn on the lights so big! A low-pitched roar stunned me.

The light quickly dimmed.

"Mistaken, mistaken." A cramped voice apologized.

The lights were dimmed, just right, and the scenery cleared up in my view.

The scene in front of you looks like a Buddha cave in Qingchazhuang. Among the statues of Buddha, there are three people walking carefully and sneakily.

"Boss, let's do it, what else are you looking at?" A man with a sinister eyelid said.

The one with the flashlight nodded repeatedly.

To my surprise, the man turned his head to look at me.

I heard myself speak, and I heard a voice different from my own.

"Pick that one."

As the words fell, I saw the raised hand.

That hand doesn't belong to me either. These crumpled hands, with only a lot of green tendons and calluses, certainly don't belong to me, but to someone who is a little older.

Even the voice that doesn't belong to me has a bit of the maturity and old age of a middle-aged man.

"This?" The person holding the flashlight turned the flashlight and aimed it at a Buddha.

"No, the innermost one."

"The innermost? It's a hassle. The thief-eyed man spat out.

"The master chooses whichever he chooses. Just go. The angry man let out a low snort.

The two men got busy.

I watched my heart skip a beat, and I immediately wanted to jump out to stop it.

"Amitabha. A few seniors should not be surprised. It is better for a poor monk to do good and save people when he gets money, than for you to stay here and waste your strength for a group of white-eyed wolves. ”

The voice behind me made me subconsciously stop moving, and when I turned around, I saw a middle-aged man dressed in sportswear with a big bald head.

His head was slick and scarred. With his hands folded and a slight bow, he looks formal.

This made me stunned and even angrier.

(End of chapter)