This time, the old monk Tongshou Temple sat in the passenger seat.
Jason is still in the back row.
The car soon drove into the market entrance of Tongshou Town.
Looking at the familiar stone pillar blocking the road, the female detective felt lingering fear.
"Nothing will happen today, right?"
The female detective said jokingly in order to dispel the shadow in her heart.
"No."
"Our luck won't be that bad."
The old monk Tongshou Temple smiled and shook his head.
He thinks that he is very lucky. He has been in the "Mysterious Side" as an ordinary person for more than ten years. Although he has encountered risks countless times, every time, he can be regarded as a near miss.
only……
Every time you lose some money.
Most of the time, he couldn't bear it and returned the money to the client.
Even, sometimes, some money will be given.
As for treating someone to a meal and going bankrupt?
This was the first time he encountered it.
I will definitely not treat Jason to dinner in the future!
The old monk Tongshou Temple warned himself silently in his heart.
"Please listen here for your car. This and there are parking spaces exclusively for Tongshou Temple."
The old monk pointed to two parking spaces not far away and said.
“Tongshou Temple actually has a parking space?”
The female detective looked surprised.
The female detective would not be surprised if other temples have parking spaces.
After all, each of those big mountain temples is famous far and wide. If a parking lot is not built at the foot of the mountain, it will simply not be able to cope with the constant flow of believers on holidays.
But what about Tongshou Temple?
It is a small temple hidden in the market.
The female detective was surprised that such a small temple could even have a parking space.
“The land deed on Tongshou Temple originally had these two parking spaces.”
"There are also three shops in the market, which are also owned by Tongshou Temple."
"These are all left by the previous generation Master Tongshou Temple."
The old monk saw the female detective's doubts and immediately explained.
"Master Tong Shou Temple of the previous generation was very business-savvy!"
The female detective couldn't help but praise.
It is really good to be able to purchase three shops and two parking spaces around Tongshou Temple.
You must know that the market around Toshou Temple and the land price in Toshou Town are not cheap.
"The previous master Tongshou Temple did not know how to do business. On the contrary, he was a monk who studied Buddhist scriptures and principles and would not go out once a month."
Master Tongshou Temple introduces the previous generation of Master Tongshou Temple.
"What about these three shops and two parking spaces?"
Doubt appeared on the female detective's face.
"Because, at that time, the entire Tongshou Town belonged to that master."
Master Tongshou Temple said very matter-of-factly.
...The corner of the female detective's mouth twitched. She really wanted to ask, when Master Tongshou Temple took over Master Tongshou Temple, was it because he was interested in his family property?
However, such words are really rude.
The female detective held back forcefully.
"Because of the joining of the previous masters, Tongshou Temple's life has become much better - the previous master Tongshou Temple also passed away with a smile on his face."
The old monk continued talking.
Stop!
The more you say this, the more I feel that the previous generation Master Tongshou Temple was interested in the family property of the previous generation Master Tongshou Temple.
The female detective couldn't help but complain.
Then, she became curious again.
"Since the entire Toshou Town was owned by the previous generation Toshouji Master, why are there only three shops and two parking spaces left now?"
The female detective asked while parking the car.
"Because the previous master was a truly good man. He kept helping those who could help him and dissipated all the wealth in Tongshou Temple. In order to save money, he even had to go to the streets to buy food and medicine from innocent homeless people.
."
The old monk Tongshou Temple said, with a flash of complexity in his eyes.
At that time, he was extremely surprised when he got the land deed of Tongshou Temple given to him by the previous generation Master Tongshou Temple.
Because he had never imagined that such a wealthy monk could live such a poor life.
Not only are there three meals of brown rice and pickles, but even the removal of demons is free.
All the money saved was donated.
Moreover, the old monk believed that if the previous master Tongshou Temple had not explicitly left a will, at least Tongshou Temple, three shops, and two parking spaces would be retained.
The old monk must be able to donate everything he can.
As for what?
He doesn't know either.
He thought very seriously.
But I really don’t know.
I also asked myself that I couldn’t do what the old monk did.
Therefore, he considers himself not a qualified master.
It is impossible to achieve the goal of reviving Tongshou Temple like the great masters of previous generations.
Nor can we achieve the painstaking study of previous generations of masters.
Let alone be unable to achieve the single-mindedness of the previous masters.
He is just an ordinary monk.
Still the kind of person who became a monk halfway.
So, everything depends on you.
The old monk thought, and his eyes naturally focused on Jason.
"Master, please follow me."
The old monk got out of the car, put his hands together and said respectfully.
"good."
Jason nodded and walked side by side with the female detective behind the old monk.
On the not-so-long road, the old monk told the story of this street.
From the original Dorayaki restaurant at the corner of the street to the octopus dumplings next to it, to the ramen restaurant and skewers shop next to it.
"The oldest one is that ramen restaurant."
"It should be 40 years old."
"When the father of the current store owner was alive, I would often come here to eat. At that time, the father of the current store owner, Mr. Jiro, smiled so heartily that he accidentally fell while walking and was on his way home."
The old monk said with a sigh on his face.
"How does it taste?"
Jason asked.
“The perm is great.”
"It has the mellowness of meat and the deliciousness of fish soup, without being greasy."
“It’s a pity that noodles can be added for free.”
"There is a charge for soup."
"It's really..."
The old monk had a look of emotion on his face, but suddenly, he was stunned.
Because, he found that the sadness just now disappeared just like that.
Just after Jason asked about the taste.
Everything becomes happy.
"So that's it."
"Thank you, Master, for the tip."
The old monk clasped his hands towards Jason.
Jason has long been accustomed to this kind of "cat hole" dispatcher appearing from time to time.
He nodded casually, with an expression that said, "Yes, it's just what you thought."
The female detective looked confused.
What did I miss?
Did I just walk with you?
"Donor Hui Lijing, you need to slowly understand the master's words."
"The taste that your tongue tastes is actually the taste of life."
"Sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty...the five flavors of life are nothing more than this."
The old monk had a look of emotion on his face.
What's the meaning?
Didn’t Jason just want to have a bowl after asking about the taste?
How can there be so much truth?
Am I thinking too shallowly?
The female detective suspects that Tongshou Temple is close at hand in her life.
The old monk took two quick steps, climbed the steps, and opened the door.
It was no different from the Tongshou Temple they had seen before.
There are also left and right wing rooms, a main hall, and a small courtyard.
"Donor Hui Lijing, please wait here."
"Or you can wait in the wing on the left."
"If you need tea, please do it yourself - I need to complete the inheritance for the master as soon as possible. Please forgive me if I am rude."
The old monk Tongshou Temple expressed his apology.
"fine."
"I can do it myself."
The female detective waved her hand generously, helped the old monk close the door of the temple, and walked into the left wing alone.
"As expected of the sister of Huilixiang's female benefactor, although there is a big gap in strength, her character is so upright."
After the old monk praised him softly, he made an inviting gesture to Jason again.
After entering the main hall and coming to the statue, Jason saw the locked door again.
Is the inheritance here?
Jason looked around.
There were no warning mechanisms around, let alone anything worth paying attention to.
Is it too simple?
Jason thought.
The old monk laughed again.
"There are some ordinary scriptures inside."
"Even if it is the inheritance of Tongshou Temple, in the eyes of outsiders."
"It's also an ordinary scripture."
Ordinary scriptures?
Disguised?
Only those who guard the Tongshou Temple can see the true face of the 'Book of Sutras'?
Jason was quickly relieved.
He had heard such rumors in his hometown.
And in the 'City That Never Sleeps', he had seen it with his own eyes.
Because that's how the old man's account books were done.
Anyone other than the old man would only think that it was an 'H' magazine if they got the account book.
Of course, the ‘H’ magazine placed in the safe is really conspicuous.
On the contrary, the approach of ‘tongshousi’ is more appropriate.
If that's the case, then...
Is the flag with the word "fear" also stored in this way?
Put it in a place that is both conspicuous and ignored?
Jason narrowed his eyes.
This is a very possible thing.
After all, a very useful method like this cannot be used just once.
So, if the flag with the word "fear" exists.
If it’s really at ‘Tongshou Temple’,
Where will that be?
Click!
The crisp sound of unlocking interrupted Jason's thinking.
The old monk Tongshou Temple took off the lock, held it in his hand, and opened the door.
As the lights flickered, a small library appeared in front of Jason's eyes.
The bookshelf is only 1.5 meters high and only about 2 meters long. It is arranged horizontally and vertically.
Walking among them, as long as you are tall enough, you can see all the books on the top floor at a glance.
The old monk Tongshou Temple was completely familiar with walking inside. After a while, he carried more than a dozen books and walked to the table on the side of the library specially designed for people to read.
"This is the basic skill of 'Tongshou Temple', including boxing, kicking, stick skills, swordsmanship, knife skills, etc."
"I only watched it briefly because of my poor talent."
The old monk took out seven or eight of the books.
Then, he took out three more of them.
"This is [Substitute Hair], [Bodu Technique], and [Silent Technique]. They are the most familiar secret techniques that I have practiced."
Immediately afterwards, the old monk took out another book.
"This is [Vajra Palm]. I only know how to do it now. My talent is too poor."
The old monk said helplessly and shook his head.
Then, the old monk took out another book.
When he took out the book, the old monk's expression immediately became solemn.
"This is the core secret technique of 'Tongshou Temple': [The Powerful Heavenly Dragon Technique]!"
"It is rumored that it can be blessed with the 'power of the dragon' to subdue demons and eliminate demons."
"It's a pity that I don't know much about it now."
The old monk placed the book [The Mighty Heavenly Dragon Method] in his hand on the table. After clasping his hands together again, he asked Jason directly: "Master, where do we start learning?"
"Don't you need to learn from the basics?"
Jason looked at the basic skills that occupied the largest number and was slightly curious.
The concepts derived from his hometown always make him habitually start from simple to difficult, lay a good foundation, consolidate the foundation, and then proceed step by step.
"The basic ones are just skills. Even if you practice them to a high level, they can be comparable to secret arts."
"However, the secret skills of Tongshou Temple, including [Vajra Palm], do not require a foundation in these skills. Therefore, there is no such thing as learning from the basics."
"The core [Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon Technique] is the same."
"So, we just need to follow our interests."
The old monk from Tongshou Temple said.
The smile on his face is filled with memories.
When he first learned this, no one explained it to him.
I completely relied on the notes of the previous generation of old monk Tongshou Temple as a reference.
Fortunately, Tongshou Temple is like this.
Otherwise, with his physical condition and age at the time, practicing those basic skills would definitely be impossible with twice the result and half the effort.
“Is there a difference between craft and secret art?”
Jason whispered to himself, and a picture of the different treatment of 'outer disciples and inner disciples' appeared in his mind unconsciously.
Was this what Tongshou Temple was like back then?
It should be.
However, as there were fewer and fewer Tongshou eunuchs, it gradually became the current pattern.
It's hard for Jason to tell the pros and cons of these two modes.
But at the moment, it is really beneficial to him.
Without hesitation, Jason picked up the [Substitute Hair].
Although the [Mighty Heavenly Dragon Technique] is the core and must be very good, Jason is more interested in secret techniques like this 'Clone Technique'.
"[Substitute hair]?"
"Master and I are really destined."
There was a touch of relief on the old monk's face.
Back then, his first choice was also [substitute hair].
No reason, just to save life.
After all, living is everything, right?
"[Substitute Hair] is a secret technique of using hair to make a 'substitute'. Using a unique way of transporting energy and blood, one's own hair can be turned into a 'clone' that is the same as a real person."
"Although it doesn't have my true strength, as long as it is used well, it can have extraordinary effects."
"However, the shortcomings of [substitute hair] are also obvious. If you want to create a 'clone', you need to constantly use 'qi and blood' to warm it up. A 'clone' with both facial expressions and facial expressions only takes 6 months."
manufacture."
"There is another drawback..."
As the old monk from Tongshou Temple spoke, he couldn't help but look at Jason's hair.
"I just have short hair, not nothing."
Jason emphasized.
"Well, as long as it's there."
"If you are bald, practicing [hair replacement] will be twice as difficult."
The old monk Tongshou Temple showed an expression that I understand.
As a man, there is always something unspeakable.
If you don’t talk about it, don’t mention it, it doesn’t exist.
"[Substitute hair] is like this..."
The old monk began to explain.
Jason listened attentively.
In the left wing room, Hui Lijing made herself a pot of tea and waited patiently.
The female detective has considerable patience.
Although he is just a low-level detective, he still possesses some basic qualities of a detective.
"I don't know how likely I will be able to learn 'mysterious knowledge'..."
The female detective thought this way.
She did not doubt the authenticity of Jason's words.
It's just that people always have some expectations.
Um?
Just as the female detective was thinking about it, a strange fragrance suddenly entered her nose.
It's a brothy flavor.
But it's dozens of times richer.
Not only is the aroma of the broth amplified tenfold.
Some imperfections in the broth are also magnified tenfold.
For example: smelly!
Cough, cough!
The female detective was so overwhelmed by the smell that she couldn't help coughing.
But the next moment, there was a knock on the door——
