Merchant of the Underworld

I asked Li Mazi to think of a solution, but Li Mazi said he had no idea.

We stayed up all night, wrapped the beads in three layers, locked them in the safe, and waited for the call from the bald old man.

If the bald old man is in trouble, he will naturally call us.

Of course, if he doesn't call, it means that this string of beads will no longer affect him...

In the next few days, everything returned to normal. The Buddhist beads were lying quietly in the safe. The bald old man was no longer bothered by the sound of "monks chanting sutras" and even made a special phone call to praise me.

It wasn't until one day when I ran into a little trouble that I realized that the matter was far from over.

That day I saw that Yin Xinyue was unhappy, so I asked her what was wrong. Yin Xinyue secretly told me that people from the tax bureau have been keeping a close eye on their company these days, and she is also responsible for taxation. The company has engaged in tax evasion in the past, and she is really worried about being found out.

Seeing her depressed look made me feel sad, and I quickly thought about the bald old man. Doesn't the bald old man work in the city government? Managing the tax bureau is not just a matter of words.

So I immediately called Li Mazi and asked Li Mazi to find the bald old man.

Li Mazi said no problem and set off in a grand way. Things developed surprisingly smoothly. On the same day, people from the tax bureau withdrew from the film and television branch where Yin Xinyue worked. The company also rewarded Yin Xinyue with a large amount of money. Yin Xinyue gave it to us, saying that we had helped her a lot.

But I felt a little ashamed. This was the first time I had done something that violated discipline.

Although all companies are now evading taxes, I cannot stay clean and become an accomplice...

I spent the whole day with a bad conscience.

Unknowingly, it got dark, and as usual, I opened a bottle of wine in the store, cut a plate of cooked beef, and prepared for a late-night snack.

But for some reason, I didn’t feel like drinking or eating anything today. I didn’t drink much, but I felt a little drunk. I couldn't help but smile bitterly. It seemed like it was really torture to do something wrong for the first time!

Just when I was a little bored, a voice suddenly came from the door: Amitabha.

I shivered all over and felt guilty involuntarily because I thought about the beads.

Could it be that I was also haunted by that weird sound?

However, when I saw an old monk standing in front of the store, I was relieved.

The old monk had a sinister look on his face, his clothes were dirty, and he was holding a big cattail leaf fan in his hand, just like a beggar. But his eyes were full of kindness, as if he could see through everything in the world.

I immediately stood up and asked the old monk what happened.

The old monk smiled and said, "The poor monk came here to ask for something back from the donor."

I looked at him inexplicably: "What are you asking for?"

"Can we sit down and chat?" The old monk showed a kind smile.

I immediately asked the old monk to sit down and poured him a cup of tea. The old monk drank it all in one gulp and pointed at the wine in my hand, indicating that he wanted to drink.

I couldn't laugh or cry: "Do monks also drink?"

Old monk: "Why not? There is no wine in my heart. All I drink is a cup of tea."

Hey, this old guy is interesting, and it suits my taste, so I poured the old monk a glass of wine.

The old monk drank the 52-degree Blast Furnace Wine and the 2-tael cup in one gulp without changing his expression. He kept raising his thumb and said: Good wine, good wine!

I immediately became happy. It seemed that I had met a fair-weather monk.

I don’t know what’s going on, but even though the old monk is dirty, he will occasionally pick his feet and put them under his nose to smell them. If he puts them on the street, he will definitely be disliked by everyone.

But sitting with him, not only did I not feel a trace of disgust, but my anxious heart slowly calmed down.

The old monk drank three glasses in a row, and after six ounces of wine, he didn't feel drunk at all, and he still looked at me with a kind smile.

"It's amazing." I exclaimed, "I have a good drinking capacity and I'm not drunk at all."

"Amitabha, if you are not drunk with wine, everyone will get drunk. If you don't have wine in your heart, how can you get drunk?" said the old monk.

I was startled for a moment, and I always felt that there was something in what the old monk said.

"The little benefactor seems a little guilty." The old monk smiled obscenely and said, "Is it because you are pretending to be evil in your heart that you feel guilty?"

I said a little angrily: "What are you talking about? How can I have evil in my heart?"

"There is no best." The old monk looked at me with his eyes.

"What are you asking for from me?" I started to get a little impatient. I always felt that the old monk could see through me. His words just now made me very disgusted.

The old monk stretched out his hand calmly: "It's just asking for justice."

"Justice? What justice? What do you mean?" I sat up excitedly and looked at the old monk angrily.

This old monk was so weird, he really saw through what I was thinking.

"Justice for countless homeless people, justice for countless exploited people," the old monk said.

"Damn it, you're crazy." I shouted, "Go away quickly, I thought you were a monk, but you were a liar if you dared to love me."

The old monk laughed heartily and said, "Thank you very much for your kindness. I will leave now."

After saying that, the old monk grabbed another piece of cooked beef and stuffed it into his mouth: "Thank you for the beef, donor."

At this moment, I was speechless. I scolded the old monk in my heart. Which mental hospital did he run from?

I have no intention of continuing to open the business tonight, so I simply close the door and go to bed early.

But I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. All I could think about were the old monk's words. And the more I think about it, the clearer my mind becomes.

Old monk, Buddhist beads...

Buddha beads, old monk!

I suddenly remembered something. The bald old man said that the string of beads would always come back inexplicably. And the old monk happened to come to me to ask for justice. Could that string of beads be the justice that the old monk said?

If not, how could such a coincidence happen?

As soon as my mind got hot, I hurried to the safe and opened the safe.

The scene in front of me shocked me. The safe was obviously locked very well, but the Buddhist beads I put in the safe were nowhere to be seen.

No, it turned out to be the old monk who stole the beads.

But how on earth did he steal the beads? Could it be that he has seen a ghost?

I was frightened and immediately called Li Mazi and asked him to come to my store quickly.

Li Mazi arrived with sleepy eyes and asked me why I was calling me in the middle of the night. Is there another deal?

I pulled Li Mazi to sit down, and patiently told Li Mazi what had happened before.