Watching Zhang Zhong finish his milk tea and the little guy finish his snacks, I clapped my hands and stood up.
Then he ordered everyone to start taking action.
Duanmu had been searching the streets early in the morning. After all, that guy was now Jishui's shady agent. This was his territory, and he was the one who cared most about that existence.
On today's occasion, I didn't ask the old man to come, but asked the guy to stay in the shop.
That old guy is an owl-like figure, stepping on thunder wherever he goes, and he's a big fucking thunder, so I really don't trust him to follow me, who knows what kind of trouble he can cause.
And the last time that thing got close to him, it was directly crushed by the mountain. I'm worried that the same thing will happen this time.
After all, Lao Dao's temperament is more attractive to that thing, so he kept him in the shop regardless of Lao Dao's objections.
I pointed to the building across the street, and then said to Zhang Zhong and the little guy: "The second floor is rented by me, so you two can just stare down from there."
Zhang Zhong nodded and took the little guy towards the building.
I asked Xiaobai to guard the street and block the escape route for that thing.
After doing all this, I stretched, then stood up and walked towards the street.
There were many people at the temple fair today and it was very lively.
When I was a kid, my favorite thing was going to temple fairs, but as I got older, I haven’t been to such an occasion for a long time.
Walking around the streets now, I actually feel a sense of nostalgia.
I bought some snacks at a roadside stall and while eating and shopping, I felt an unprecedented sense of relaxation.
At this moment, chaos broke out in the street ahead, and bursts of cheers from people could be heard from time to time.
I looked up and saw two rows of monks in yellow cassocks walking over on the street. The monks had solemn expressions, clasped their hands together, and were all chanting the Buddha's name in a low voice.
The monks were lined up on both sides, with a modified van driving slowly in the middle.
Except for the driver's cab, the van has no doors at the back, and there is an altar table on top.
The altar table was covered with yellow cloth, with a transparent cover on it. There was a tray inside the cover, and inside the tray was a round bead the size of a pigeon egg.
When the people around saw this scene, they quickly stood apart on the road, looking solemn and solemn. They lowered their heads to the relics of the eminent monks above. Some devout believers knelt on the ground, kowtowing and praying.
I looked at the monks walking slowly over and couldn't help but smile. It seemed that Zhang Zhong had spent a lot of money to create such a big scene.
But this was done out of the guy's own pocket and not through the store's public accounts, so it wasn't bad.
Some people knelt down, and more people followed suit.
I touched my nose and stood on the roadside.
It is good to believe in such things. I agree with having faith, but I hate believing in something, such as unrealistic existences such as living gods and Buddhas.
People's faith should be a certain kind of spirit, not something that is illusory and mythical.
The reason why people who believe in gods and Buddhas are so pious is simply because they want to achieve some purpose in their hearts or reality by worshiping these gods and Buddhas.
For example, if someone has done something wrong and wants to stop being wrong, he will no longer have to sleep soundly because of the sin he has committed.
Those who see no hope in life want to pray to gods and pray to Buddha to let the gods bless them, so that they can live a better life.
In fact, these things are really useless.
If you want to sleep soundly, you will naturally be able to have peace of mind if you don’t do anything bad.
If you want to live a better life, you have to work hard and fight on your own.
What's the use of praying to gods and Buddhas? The root cause is not the gods and Buddhas, but oneself.
People always like to say that they have bad luck and bad luck. These are just excuses for not working hard enough, and then they pin their hopes on gods and Buddhas.
The modified van slowly drove over, and people around him either knelt down or clasped their hands in prayer.
Of course I won't pray for anything. Even if it is a real relic, I won't have any respect. It is just human tissue that has not been burned due to some special reasons.
What's more, what's on the car is not a real relic at all, it's just a glass ball.
There were people kneeling down and bowing their heads in prayer on the street, so I stood out a bit. A few monks raised their heads and looked at me, and you could see obvious displeasure on their faces.
I shrugged my shoulders and ignored it at all, thinking to myself, you all were paid to be hired by my subordinates, so what the hell are you trying to do in front of me?
Don't tell me that you drunken monks still have fake relics. In the underworld, Ksitigarbha made me punch him a few times. Am I going to tell you?
The car slowly came to the middle of the road with everyone kneeling in worship. The monks devoutly placed the relics on the platform that had been set up long ago, and the surrounding believers gathered around.
A shiny-faced monk walked onto the stage and picked up the microphone.
For a monk of this size, it’s hard to believe that he is an eminent monk who eats fasting and chants Buddha’s name.
But this is normal. There are a few monks today who have truly understood Buddhism.
Being a monk is now a profession and has even become a business.
The so-called relief of suffering for all sentient beings is basically deception. How can monks like greed, anger, and ignorance see through this at all?
The old monk came on stage, cleared his throat, and then began to give a speech. Of course, the focus was on promoting Buddhism and telling everyone the benefits of believing in Buddhism. At the same time, he did not forget to ask believers to donate more merit.
While he was talking, the monk placed the merit box in front of the relic.
Before the great monk finished speaking, people kept coming forward and putting their hard-earned money into the merit box.
They think that what they give is merit, but in the eyes of those monks, this is real money earned.
There is no shortage of liars in this world, and liars who are disguised as religious believers are smart.
I looked up at the second floor across the street and was a little surprised to find that guy Zhang Zhong was not standing on the balcony.
I frowned, feeling that something was wrong, because I had ordered Zhang Zhong to stand on the balcony and observe below. That guy obeyed my orders and did not dare to disobey them.
What's more, I was watching from below and he didn't dare to be lazy.
Zhang Zhong was not there, and neither was the little guy. I frowned, looked around, and happened to find that at the door of the small shop downstairs in the distance, the little guy was holding an oversized ice cream and licking it proudly.
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Feeling my gaze, the little guy also looked over.
I pointed upstairs with some annoyance and asked the guy to go up quickly and see what happened.
The little guy shrank his neck, holding the ice cream in one hand, and then ran towards the second floor.
On the second floor, in the room, Zhang Zhong was sitting on the floor with a dull look on his face. Opposite him sat a woman. The woman looked about thirty or forty years old, her face was yellow and she looked a little haggard.
At this time, the woman stared at Zhang Zhong closely, her eyes shining with a strange luster, like a wolf that had been hungry for several days and caught prey that could fill her stomach.
With a greedy smile on her face, the woman walked towards Zhang Zhong.
When she came to Zhang Zhong, she stretched out her hand, grabbed Zhang Zhong's chin, lifted his head up, then looked at Zhang Zhong, stuck out her tongue, and licked it.
"I didn't expect that there will be an unexpected harvest at the temple fair today. You are actually a shady person. Your spiritual power is strong enough. It is simply delicious."
The woman kept licking her lips as she spoke.
Zhang Zhong, who was sitting on the ground, looked straight at the woman and was cursing her in his heart.
I just came in for convenience, but as soon as I entered the house, I was controlled by this woman who suddenly appeared.
Now that Zhang Zhong has the strength of a ghost king, it stands to reason that he cannot be restrained so easily.
But the woman was hiding in the room and came unexpectedly. Zhang Zhong never expected that this woman would ambush him, so he was controlled as soon as he entered.
Moreover, this weird woman seemed to be very good at mind control, allowing him to take advantage of her, and Zhang Zhong fell into the trap.
This time she took the advantage, and it would take some time for Zhang Zhong to break free from her control.
But now this woman looks like a wolf that has been hungry for three days and is about to eat.
Zhang Zhong secretly complained in his heart. If he had known earlier, he would not have let the little guy go down to buy ice cream. Could it be that he would end up here this time?
"I know what you are thinking. You are very powerful. I can only control you for a while, but you have no chance, because now I am going to swallow you."
The woman opened her mouth as she spoke.
"I advise you not to do this, because you will regret it."
Just then, a voice sounded at the door.
The woman looked back and saw a child holding an ice cream standing at the door, looking at him with a faint smile on his face.
That kid looks a little cute, especially now that he doesn't forget to stick out his tongue and lick the ice cream on his hand. He looks full of childishness.
Although the little guy looked very cute, when she saw the little guy, the woman's body suddenly tensed up and she stared at the little guy.
Because she could feel that the child in front of her was in danger.
The woman let out a strange scream and did not dare to stop at all. She swayed and rushed towards the window, wanting to escape immediately.
"Humph, little monster!"
The little guy snorted coldly, then raised his other hand, and in an instant, red streaks of light shot out between his fingers.
