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

We didn't sleep all night, so we wrapped the three layers inside and three layers inside and outside the Buddhist beads, locked them in the safe, and waited for the bald old man's call.

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

Of course, if you don’t call, it means that these Buddhist beads will never affect him anymore...

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 troubled by the sound of "monk chanting scriptures". He even called me to praise me.

It was not until one day when I encountered some trouble that I realized that this matter was far from over.

That day, I saw Yin Xinyue unhappy, so I asked her what was wrong? Yin Xinyue secretly told me that the people from the Taxation Bureau have been keeping an eye on their company these days, and she is also responsible for taxation. The company had evaded taxes before, and I was really worried that it would be found out.

Seeing her depressed look, I felt distressed, and soon thought about the old bald man. Isn’t the old bald man working in the municipal government? It’s not just a matter of one sentence to manage the tax bureau.

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

Li Mazi said that there was no problem and set out in a mighty way. Things went very smoothly. On the same day, people from the Taxation Bureau withdrew from the film and television branch where Yin Xinyue was. The company also rewarded Yin Xinyue with a large amount of money, and 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 the rules.

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

I spent the whole day in a state of conscience.

Before I knew it, it became dark. As usual, I opened a bottle of wine in the store, cut a plate of cooked beef, and prepared to have a late-night snack.

But for some reason, I didn’t feel any good to drink and eat today. I didn’t drink much, and I was a little drunk. I couldn’t help but smile bitterly. It seems that it was really tormenting to do something wrong for the first time!

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

I shivered all over and couldn't help feeling guilty because I remembered the Buddhist beads.

Could it be that I was also entangled by the strange sound?

However, when I saw that there was indeed an old monk standing at the door of the store, I immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

The old monk had a stingy face, his clothes were dirty, and he was holding a big palm fan in his hand, just like a beggar. However, 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 was wrong?

The old monk smiled: "I am here to ask the donor for something."

I looked at him for no reason: "What are you asking for?"

"Can you 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 and pointed to the wine in my hand, meaning he wanted to drink.

I was so amused and crying: "Mencius also drink wine?"

The old monk: "What's wrong? There is no wine in my heart, and what I drink is just a cup of tea."

Hey, this old guy is a little interesting, it is very suitable for my appetite, so I poured a glass of wine for the old monk.

The blast furnace wine of 52 degrees, a cup of two taels, the old monk drank it all in one go, his face still changed, and kept saying: Good wine and good wine!

I was so happy that I seemed to have met a monk named Liquor.

I don’t know what’s going on. Although the old monk is dirty all over, he occasionally picks his feet and puts them under his nose to smell them. If he puts them on the street, he will definitely be disliked by everyone.

But when I sat with him, I not only did not feel disgusted at all, but my nervous heart slowly calmed down.

The old monk drank three glasses in a row, and after six taels of wine, he was not drunk at all, and he still looked at me with a kind smile.

"Awesome." I sighed: "I have a good alcohol tolerance and I don't feel drunk at all."

"Amitabha, if you don't drink, you will be drunk by yourself. If you don't drink in your heart, how can you get drunk?" said the old monk.

I was stunned for a moment, and I always felt that there was something in the old monk's words.

"The little donor seems to be a little guilty." The old monk smiled obscenely: "Does he pretend to be evil in his heart, so he feels guilty?"

I said a little angry: "What did you say? How could there be evil in my heart?"

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

"What are you asking for from me?" I began to feel a little impatient. I always felt that the old monk could see through me. What he said just now made me very disgusted.

The old monk stretched out his hand lightly: "Just seek justice."

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

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

"The justice of countless homeless people, and the justice of countless exploited people." said the old monk.

"Grass, be crazy." I shouted, "Go away quickly, I thought you were a monk, and it turned out to be a liar."

The old monk laughed: "Thank you for the justice you gave to the donor, I'll leave now."

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

At this moment, I was speechless and scolded the old monk in my heart. Which evil neurological hospital did he come out of?

I didn't have the mood to continue opening tonight, so I simply closed the store and had a early rest.

But I tossed and turned but couldn't sleep. All I thought about was the words of the old monk. And the more I thought about it, the clearer my mind became.

Old monk, Buddhist beads...

Buddhist beads, old monk!

I suddenly remembered something, and the bald old man said that those strings of Buddhist beads would always run back for no reason. And the old monk happened to ask me for justice. Could the strings of Buddhist beads be just the justice mentioned by the old monk?

If not, how could such a coincidence happen in the world?

When my mind was hot, I hurried to the safe and opened it.

The scene in front of me scared me. The safe was clearly locked very well, but the Buddhist beads I put in the safe were gone.

No, it turns out that the old monk stole the Buddhist beads.

But how did he steal the Buddhist beads? Could it be that he was a ghost?

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

Li Mazi arrived as soon as possible, sleepy, and asked me why I was calling in the middle of the night? Is there a deal again?
Chapter completed!