Celestial Masters Alliance

I took the paper cup for guests and filled it with water at the water dispenser, and I started to murmur in my heart. A monk from somewhere in the city must be a liar. He will tell me my fortune by reading my palm later. Or take out a few martial arts books and say that I am a martial arts wizard?

Thinking of this, I turned around and glanced at the old monk secretly. He was sitting there with his back straight and quite elegant, with his palms stretched out in front of his chest, a string of beads hanging from his mouth, his eyes downcast, and his face kind. Doesn't look like a liar, but liars don't have it written on their foreheads. I'd better be careful not to let my own subjective consciousness erode my rationality.

I handed the hot water to the old monk. After thanking him, he took it with both hands, held it in his hand and drank a few sips. He raised his head and asked, "Donor, does he know how to get to Laishan Temple?"

Isn’t Laishan Temple the temple my mother asked me to take her to? What a coincidence! To be polite, I pulled up a chair and sat down opposite the old monk: "I know, the temple is a long way from here. I'm afraid it will take a day to walk. The weather is bad now. If you are not in a hurry, my clerk will be here later." , I can drive you there!"

The old monk put his hands together in salute and shook his head: "Practice one step at a time. The road must be walked step by step. Days pass day by day, and time passes moment by moment."

I suddenly realized that I was a bastard who didn't learn and wasted countless hours. Ever since I went down to Huaishu Cave, I started to blame myself. I couldn't tell a few paragraphs of history, I didn't know anything about antiques, and I didn't even dare to mention the chemical effects of ores. Now I can’t even understand the Zen language spoken by a monk. well! But I was kind-hearted and enthusiastic. I comforted myself and advised the old monk: "I don't think the rain will stop for a while. You will get sick if you walk over like this."

The monk put his hands on his knees, leaned forward slightly, looked into my eyes very seriously and said, "Everyone in the world says they should take shelter from the rain, but they don't know that rain is to cleanse the world's dirt."

ah? Looking at the monk's overly bright eyes, I began to wonder if he was a lunatic. If what he said before was Zen language, then this sentence was simply unreasonable.

I coughed awkwardly and asked, "Master, you must not have eaten anything so early. I bought some steamed buns. Do you want some?"

The old monk stared at me motionless, his face full of surprise! No! To be exact, he was staring at the birthmark on my ear. I raised a hand and waved it in front of his eyes and shouted, "Master?"

The monk came back to his senses, looked into my eyes and asked, "Is the donor's surname Zhu?"

Now it's my turn to be surprised. Does he know me? But no one in my family knows the monk. My throat suddenly felt a little dry, so I raised my hand to touch the ear with the birthmark, but I quickly reacted, glanced up at the business license hanging on the wall, and smiled in my heart, please start your performance.

The monk grabbed my wrist and stared at the ring. His hands began to tremble, and his eyes were full of disbelief. I was startled by him and wanted to pull back, but the monk's force was so strong that he almost crushed my wrist. I took a breath of cold air in unbearable pain. When the monk heard it, he quickly let go and clasped his hands to salute me. Apologize.

I coughed again and asked, "Can you see it?" Since this ring was put on my hand, I asked no less than a hundred people, and no one could see it. He actually saw it!

The old monk didn't answer. He fumbled for a bell from his arms, put it in his hand and handed it to me. My heart skipped a beat as I stared at that bell. Isn't that the one I dug out of the time capsule and gave to Zhao Shuang? Seeing that I didn't answer for a long time, the old monk took my hand, slapped the bell on my palm, then wrapped his two hands around my fist holding the bell and tightened it, with a very complicated expression. I caught a glimpse of a burn on the tiger's mouth where the old monk hung beads. There were no pores there, and the bright wrinkled skin looked like a butterfly.

I saw that he had no ill intentions and just wanted to entrust the bell to me, so I waited quietly for him to speak. After a long time, the old monk spoke, and his voice seemed to have aged ten years: "Tell that person that there is neither birth nor death..."

"Tell who?" I was confused and completely confused.

The old monk didn't answer and held my hands tightly again. I felt like I was about to be crushed by him. He stood up and looked at me deeply with a loving and reluctant look on his face, then turned around and left. He moved as fast as using Lingbo Microsteps and was out of the glass door in an instant. The cold wind made him stagger a little. I reacted and quickly took out an umbrella from the door and chased after him. But except for the rain curtain brought by the cold wind, the monk was nowhere to be seen outside the door. Am I dreaming? But the bell in my hand warned me of the reality of the scene just now.

I returned to the store, looked at the exquisite bell in my hand absentmindedly, and muttered unconsciously: "Tell that person, there is origin and destruction, there is neither birth nor death..."

At this time, a blue light flashed inside the bell. I am sure it was not an illusion. I pointed the bell at the lamp to peer through the hollow to see where the blue light was coming from. But all I saw was pitch black. I felt like I was possessed and insisted on getting a result. I rushed into the consulting room and turned on the arc lamp to expose it to the bright light without any shadow. There is a small yellow ball in the center of the bell. The small ball glows golden when receiving the light. A small group of blue substance is clearly wrapped in the middle of the small ball.

I felt my heart suddenly shrink. It couldn't be the ore. So could the old monk just now be...

"Brother Mo! There is no one outside, why are you hiding here?" Xiao Si's voice suddenly came from behind. I was startled. The bell fell from my hand and fell on the operating table. At that moment, I saw it flashing blue light again very clearly.

"Brother Mo? Brother Mo?" Xiao Si saw that I was abnormal and came over to shake my shoulders.

I looked at him blankly: "What's wrong?"

"Are you okay?" Xiaosi looked at me with concern.

I waved my hand to him, suddenly feeling dizzy and feeling like the earth was spinning in the opposite direction. The waiter caught me, helped me sit down on a chair, and then went out and brought me a cup of hot water. He looked worried: "Brother Mo? How about I accompany you to the hospital?"

I held the water glass with both hands, feeling the scarce warmth in winter, and gradually recovered my consciousness: "No, maybe it's because I got up early and I haven't eaten yet, so I have low blood sugar!"

"Then I'll make you a glass of glucose water." After saying this, Xiao Si ran out in a panic. I looked at his back and felt grateful. Xiao Si has been helping me a lot recently. I will find time to teach him some business tips some other time. After thinking about it, his eyes were attracted to the bell again.

Could this bell belong to Zhao Shuang? I have to call quickly to confirm.

Three days ago, Zhao Shuang sent me a message saying that he was going on a mission. After that, there was no news. The phone was always turned off. I felt panicked for no reason and always felt that something bad was about to happen.

Ding ding ding, I stared at the flashing screen of my phone. It was an unmarked out-of-town number. I picked up the phone and heard a confident male voice from the phone: "Are you a relative of Zhao Shuang?"

"Yes...yes..." My whole body trembled, and my hands unconsciously clenched the clothes on my chest.