The solar system is broken

Chapter 53 Your realm is not enough

After drinking tea, the fortune telling was done.

The sky has darkened, the light is being eaten away, and the ruins are disappearing one by one.

The old monk went up to the bell tower, pushed the pillar as thick as a bowl of sea, and hit the big copper bell.

The golden ripples on the bell tower descended from the flood, crossed the ruins, and went into the void.

After finishing my makeup, I walked down to the decaying bell tower alone.

The monk knelt devoutly in front of the golden Buddha in the main hall, knocked on the wooden fish and recited the Shurangama Mantra.

"La Jha Po Night. Lord La Ba Night."

...

"Bixuduojielaha, Vaisachajielaha, Buduojielaha".

The old monk's voice was hoarse but loud and clear, like a dying oil lamp, erratic.

The writer doesn't know much about the Shurangama Sutra, but he understands some of it.

Lajapo night. Lord Laba night.

In the second sentence, it is difficult to get rid of the king. In the main sentence, it is difficult to get rid of the thieves.

At the beginning, it is said that he will turn over the king's Vajra tribe. For those who are in the field, he will turn over to the Vajra tribe. He will turn over to the saint, the venerable, or to turn the medicine, and turn the tooth.

Because of suffering.

Chanting sutras is almost equivalent to chanting mantras, which is extremely hypnotic for a person who doesn't understand.

The writer occupied the old monk's wicker chair and took out his collector's edition 4G senior phone.

Enter a certain blog and start building a building.

We haven’t seen each other for many years, but a certain blog is still very lively.

Just click on the latest post, and it’s water.

[Zhang San (Zhang Wei’s standard invitation gesture): Brothers, I have passed the law exam, and I have encountered a problem, please help me solve it. 】

[Handsome and handsome combination: Another woman is missing in District 9, please help find her.]

[Zhang San: (with picture, a photo of a beautiful woman)]

[Li San: (drooling)]

[Zhang San: Zhang San met this beauty on the street yesterday, and a remote control happened to slip off her body. 】

[Zhang San: Zhang San picked it up and was about to return it to her when he saw this beautiful woman looking at Zhang San with a nervous and flushed face, and her breathing was unusually rapid. 】

[Wang Wu: Damn it! You, the poster, are doing something wrong. 】

[Zhang San: Zhang San understood in seconds, smiled knowingly at the beauty, and pressed the button excitedly. ]

[Liu Mazi: What then? What then? 】

The post was disconnected for 3 minutes.

[Li San: The poster was arrested. 】

【Wang Wu: Shen Tang!!】

[Zhang San: Fart, I just went to drink some water. 】

[Zhang San: j As a result, the subway station next to it exploded. What crime did Zhang San commit?! 】

[Wang Wu: Worri~ It’s better to get back to the original poster. 】

[Li San: Not guilty! True love is not guilty. 】

People on the Internet like to set the pace, and a large number of gentlemen follow them and shout nonsense.

The popularity of this post immediately shot up.

[Zhang San: Let’s discuss what kind of crime this is.]

The writer smiled, this group of netizens is really wretched.

[Handsome and handsome group: Everyone, please help find someone, another person is missing. 】

However, the turbulent discussion between Zhang San and Zhang San quickly subsided.

The writer didn't pay much attention either.

Changed the post.

You have to read different posts so that your happiness will continue to flow.

[Teacher (big man who picks his feet): In a small mountain village, there is a grandson and grandson who have a TV set at home. 】

This post is not as popular as before.

[Teacher: Grandson said, our house didn’t have electricity in the past. Grandpa, what did you do without watching TV at night? 】

[Teacher: Grandpa said, don’t ask blindly, I’ll help you change Uncle 16’s diaper. 】

[Student A: Although I don’t know what the poster is talking about, I think it seems very powerful.]

[Serious people: get rid of these sensational things.]

[Student A: If you don’t like it, don’t read it~]

The two began to fight.

People on the Internet are very social.

The writer was about to cross away when he saw a familiar name.

[Handsome and handsome: Another woman is missing in District 9, please help find her.]

[Handsome and handsome: Please help me find someone, but another person is missing. 】

"Um?"

What the writer noticed was another word.

It's not the first time, and maybe it hasn't been a long time.

China's crackdown on the crime of abducting children and women is still very strict. In a city with good security like the hinterland of Jiangnan, the soil for crime is extremely poor.

It has committed crimes frequently over a period of time, and it seems to be a roaming gang.

[Handsome and handsome: The last place he disappeared was District 8.]

District 8 borders Districts 11, 6 and 4.

District 11 is a university town, District 4 is a farming area, and District 6 is an abandoned city.

University Town is an important aerospace town and is kept secret by the military. It is not easy to get along with someone here.

In other words, areas 4 and 6 are most likely.

Just when the writer was thinking about crime.

The sound of wooden fish in the Buddhist hall stopped, and the old monk stood up and placed the tufted cattail cattails under the Buddhist niche.

He walked out of it tremblingly.

"Don't read it anymore?"

"My legs are numb."

"Buddha won't be angry?"

"He does not lack these few words from me." The old monk replied confidently.

"Your heart is not sincere."

"It has nothing to do with this," the old monk said a few times, and drove the writer off the wicker chair.

The writer could only go back to the stone bench. This old monk had something.

"Monk, are there people abducting women and children around here?"

"have."

The monk picked up the tea cup and took a sip. Unfortunately, the tea was cold and brewed for too long, so it was too bitter. The tea was ruined.

"You know?!"

"I've seen it before." The monk was very calm, as if he was talking about an ordinary thing.

"Seen?"

After spilling the tea, the monk poured the leaves under a tree and let them return to their roots.

"They came to offer incense to the Buddha and repent."

"Why not call the police?"

The monk glanced at the writer and rinsed the tea set with warm water, "What if it was you?"

"I'll call the police."

"Then you don't have enough realm," the monk said in a confused way.

"You are condoning crime and covering up in disguise."

The tea sets were put into a small bamboo basket one by one, neatly, leaving no gaps.

"Laws, morals...those things, they are staying away from me, look at the misery in this world," the monk removed the wooden board blocking the well water, hung the tea set with a rope, and soaked it in the water.

"What is Lao Naku doing by sitting in front of a green lantern and letting the world run far away, interfering with them and causing some karma?"

"but..."

The old monk smiled and said, "So you still care about morality, just a little bit."

The writer doesn't deny it either.

"The hexagram says that your future will be prosperous but uncertain."

Black shadows continued to cover it, and the sky was already very dark.

The candlelight in the Buddhist hall swayed slightly, flickering on and off.

"Your character determines your future."

The old monk seemed to blend into the darkness, as if he was there or not.

The writer frowned, as if the monk always wanted to tell him something.

The wicker chair creaked.

"Should I make a floor bunk?" It was getting late and sleepy.