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A barber shop called "Hundred Ghosts" was opened nearby.

Business is very lively.

Today is on holiday, and my hair has grown.

Taking time, he planned to join in the fun.

When he came to the door of the store, he was stopped by the clerk.

"Sir, there is a small rule in the shop," the clerk said.

"Oh? You say?" I smiled.

"You can't bring a mirror when you go in. Your mirror is very big." The clerk said with a wry smile.

"Eh, little brother. This is not a mirror, it's the guy I eat." I said.

"It's a rule not to bring it." The clerk looked helpless and pointed to the cabinet at the door.

I can only put my gossip mirror in the cupboard and mumble: "You have to know that it's not because you just opened the store and want to join in the fun. When I heard this, I turned around and left, do you know?"

The clerk nodded vigorously and said, "Sorry."

When I went in, I felt a dim light.

The brightness of inside and outside is completely two levels.

"You don't have light here?" I asked in doubt.

"It may be because it is cheap, and I have just come to apply for it. I don't know why it's done this way, the customer forgive me," the shop assistant said.

The entire wall of the room was covered with mirrors, and the ceiling was filled with incandescent lamps.

Unfortunately, I don't know why, the incandescent lamp seems very old.

The lights are dim and white, but it's the past.

As soon as I sat down, the clerk told me about the characteristics of this shop.

The clerk said with a smile: "The razors here are all imported from Germany."

"Imported from Germany?" I asked doubtfully.

"There will be a breeze to attract your hair and **** the shaved hair into the razor." The clerk said proudly.

I looked at the barber shop floor with curiosity. It was indeed spotless and different from other barber shops.

Of course the business is very good, and the surroundings are full of guests.

But I think there must be something stupid here, because I feel more and more strange.

"The master who cut your hair is not here yet," the clerk said with a smile.

Since the master hasn't come yet, I can only chat with the clerk.

When I asked the owner of this store, the clerk just smiled and did not answer.

When I knocked on my side and said that the clerk was stingy, and even refused to say this little thing.

The clerk told me that this store is only the sideline of the boss.

And the clerk told me something incredible.

The clerk smiled bitterly and said, "Because I saw you as a Taoist, I remembered that I was in a temple when I interviewed ... and ..."

"And what?" I murmured, curious again.

"I also find it strange that I was interviewed by an old monk." The clerk said with a smile.

I smiled and said, "The boss's family is big, you don't want to see Shaolin Temple listed. It's not surprising that the monk who interviewed you is for you. Your boss can even afford Shaolin Temple."

The clerk said with a smile: "Oh, when will your gym be available?"

I gave him the steps, but he blocked me.

I smiled bitterly and said, "I'm an orphan and lived in Taoist temple since I was a child. Otherwise, do you think there are many people who believe in it? I laughed secretly when one-tenth of a believer in Buddhahood.

"Guests are embarrassed and you are sad." The clerk apologized.

I just wanted to continue the conversation with the clerk, and the master came in the distance.

I glanced at the master.

Fresh and refined, the hair is casual.

Unlike other barber shop masters, they have strangely colorful hair.

The master waved his hand and the clerk went to greet other customers.

"Shi ... customer, do you have a haircut or dye?" The master said with a smile, his half-standing hand forcibly suppressed the impulse and let go.

I almost laughed out loud.

"You are talking about the donor." I said with a smile.

It seems that the boss usually likes to hire a monk, and the master of this haircut is also a monk.

I took a closer look at the temples on the master's head, which was simply the wig that was glued on.

"Cough, I'm sorry. Habits haven't changed, I laughed." The master said with a wry smile.

"Just cut your hair." I answered with a smile.

"Then please do it ... the guests come here to wash their hair." The master said again.

"Shampoo? I'll just cut it casually. Just look at the razor that eats hair. You don't need to wash your hair." I said.

"Uh, this is the rule. Wash your hair before cutting your hair." The master said with a smile.

"You have so many rules here." I followed the master into the inner room.

A bowl of clear water is in front of me, unlike other barber shops.

The master pointed to the small bench.

I sat up helplessly, glanced at the surface of the water and said, "Master, people wash their heads with running water. Why are you still water?"

The master smiled and said, "This is soap water, which is good for hair. Because no shampoo is needed, it is still water."

"Right, Master, how can I smell this water with a strange smell?" I said.

"It's impossible, it's the smell of soap horns." The master said in a huff.

"Good, I will see what you can do." I took the bench.

The master took a scoop spoonful from top to bottom and hit the water on my hair.

In Taoist temples for so many years, I still smelled the ash used for incense burning with water.

I closed my nose and nose.

After three water passes.

I asked curiously: "Why? You really don't need shampoo?"

The master said with a smile: "It's alright, this is how it is."

I reluctantly followed the master back to the hall and took the position of the haircut.

I didn't wear a shawl to prevent hair loss, which made me refreshed.

The master took out the electric razor.

It looks no different from razors in other stores.

I smiled and said, "Master, did you get it wrong?"

"No, no. Just look at it." The master picked me a little temple with a razor.

Sure enough, when the hair fell, it disappeared out of thin air.

I can feel the breeze blowing gently across my neck.

If you do n’t allow a mirror, there must be a problem.

I secretly took out the little gossip mirror that was hidden in my sleeve on weekdays.

I was leaning against the reflection of the little gossip mirror, and I saw a ghost with black body and white hair around my neck.

I was startled, but the body did not make any movements.

This little devil is wrapped around my neck, do you want to breathe aura?

I carefully followed the ghost, but I couldn't recognize it.

The thing I do n’t like most is the Shan Hai Jing on weekdays. I ca n’t recognize this thing.

The master shaved his head seriously and did not pay attention to me.

I felt something wrong and took photos around.

Damn, let's talk about hundreds of these black-haired and white-haired ghosts.

The densely scattered around the house, around a guest.

It turned out that the cool air around his neck came out when these ghosts sucked.

Watching the master cut my hair every time, these little ghosts would go around excitedly to **** the cut hair clean.

Then a cheerful expression appeared, waiting for the next strand of hair.

I can't sit down anymore, and the implement is in the cabinet at the door.

The gossip mirror with a big slap in your hand doesn't do much.

These monks are estimated to have colluded with ghosts, so that people will not be absorbed by them sooner or later.

Adding the water just now, it is estimated to be fascinating water.

Sitting in a chair, I became scared unconsciously.

I pretended to calm down and whispered to the master: "You have so many ghosts here, how can you still cut your hair?"

I know I said it loudly. Maybe I can't even get out of this door today. I can only whisper.

"The donor, can you see it?" The master asked in surprise.

"Of course you can see it. Do you want me to shout that everyone here can hear ghosts?" I said quietly, and my heart had exploded.

"Doctor, come with me." After that, the master put down the electric razor in his hand. I also stood up and grabbed my neck.

I don't need the little gossip mirror to know that the little devil still haunts me.

The master walked towards it, as if he did not plan to take me out.

Going to the more inside room, opened a wooden door. Looking at the surrounding scene, I could only walk in with the master.

Should let me go through the back door, I think.

The fist was clenched in his hand, and his mind was full of Taoist fists.

I didn't believe it anymore. After so many years of practice in Taoist boxing, I couldn't beat a ghost and a monk.

As soon as he entered the room, the master immediately took off his wig and said, "Oh Buddha Buddha, it's really uncomfortable."

I looked at the nine scars on the master's bald head, and it turned out to be a monk.

"Please donate here," the master said.

"What are you going to do with me?" I said doubtfully.

"See the abbot." The master replied, standing with one hand and walking towards the inside.

This. . . Things are too big to be the master?

Want to pay a sealing fee?

Still want to seal?

"Are you real monks?" I said in fear.

"Yes, the monk does not swear." The master said.

Well, fortunately, the monk is not killing.

No, wait.

A few months ago, what else have you seen in Fuhu Temple, Thailand, where captive tigers secretly sell tiger bone wine.

Isn't this a urine?

I was motionless.

The master walked a few steps forward, and couldn't hear my footsteps and looked back at me.

"The donor? What's wrong with you," the master said.

"You you ... do you not mess around?" I said tremblingly.

"No, don't worry." The master replied and walked deeper into the room.

Sure enough, the room here is an underpass, a Baoguo Temple connected to the next street.

But I can't see this thing right now.

In Baoguo Temple, an old monk in the hall is chanting.

The master stepped forward a few steps and said something in the ear of the old monk, and then retreated to the room when he first came.

When I passed by, whispered: "The abbot let you go."

I stepped forward and stood not far away.

The old abbot said: "Since you can see it, you have a relationship with Buddha."

I nodded my head.

"I am the abbot of this place, what do the donors have to ask?" Said the old abbot.

"What's the point of these little ghosts, wouldn't it be a problem with people?" I asked.

"These little ghosts in your mouth are forgetful, ghosts fed with hair." Said the old abbot.

"Forget worry?" I repeated my nagging, but I couldn't remember the name.

"Hair is the source of trouble. Why don't people forget about it if they have three thousand troubles. When they forget their hair, they will also take away the troubles of the hair owner." Said the old abbot.

After the old abbot said this, I finally remembered it.

This kind of monster brother once said that forgetting worry has a bias towards men and women.

He likes to eat men's hair, and those men who are middle-aged will be bound around one neck.

I remember when the senior brother took me to identify, it was opened the live broadcast of Xiao Yalong.

I used the gossip mirror to smile and smile at Sun Yalong. Then I saw a fat little black guy with white hair squatting on the head of the smile.

I didn't recognize it at this time because it was too fat.

"I understand the truth, but why does it appear in the barber shop?" I asked puzzled.

"Well, these forgetting worries originally lived in this temple. Originally, there were monks who shaved to become monks every year. These hairs are the food for forgetting worries. But there are fewer and fewer people who become monks. Worried. "Said the old abbot.

"This ..." I sighed silently, thinking about the situation of Taoist Temple is even worse.

"Earlier, we wanted to let the monks go out and dress up as shopkeepers to collect their long hair everywhere to give these forgetful worries. But gradually they were no longer available. A highly educated monk thought of this method of opening a barber shop." The old abbot Said.

"Then how can you guarantee that there will be no problems?" I asked again.

"Do you remember washing your hair before? The water was scented," the old abbot said.

I nodded my head, and sure enough.

"In this way, the hair on the hair, these forgetfulness will not touch. And the cut will be eaten by forgetfulness, plus the haircut masters are monks in the temple. Do n’t dare to mess up. This is the way to go. "Said the old abbot.

"Won't you run out?" I asked curiously.

"It's connected to the barber shop, so you don't have to worry about going out to work during the day. You will be called back at night. There are exactly one hundred so the barber shop is called a ghost."

I nodded my head and said lightly: "Your Shaolin Temple is listed. Is it related to this? Is it profitable? How much does it cost a month."

"There is such a connection, we have other industries." The old abbot said.

Lying trough, the monk does not speak slang. . .

No wonder Shaolin Temple can be listed.

"Okay, the question is almost the same. Does this hair donor still cut?" Asked the old abbot.

I touched my head and grew my hair sideways.

Can only bit his head with a wry smile.

"Walk back where you left off, just look for the master who was just in the sky." The old abbot continued to read the scriptures.

Touching and shaving a third of my hair, I walked back towards the way I came.

I suddenly thought of our old gluttons.

The hungry are all skinny and want to be a big guy who can swallow the world.

It's time to build an old gluttonous garbage collection bin, maybe it will depend on it.

Six months later, the second month after the recycling bin was built.

It is a pity that the recycle bin is regarded as a government unit that cannot make a profit, and the salaries paid to sanitation workers are losing every month.

Taoist was originally a small number of people, now all Taoist temples go out as sanitation.

Even if you come down like this, you still lose money.

Fortunately, the old gluttons are quite fat.

"Shut up, you're stupid. I didn't know the classification many times after teaching, so I knew to swallow it. This water bottle is worth three cents, spit it out for me." I patted the stomach.

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