big antique dealer

Chapter 207
As soon as Zhou's old words came out, everyone was not surprised.But I just can't turn the corner in my head.

It took Ruyu a long time to ask: "Uncle, why can't we? I've seen Bodhisattvas, gods, monsters and ghosts. It's not difficult to meet them."

Elder Zhou said: "It's not about you, it's about us. It's mainly me and Tianyi. It's better to be more rigorous." After thinking for a while, Elder Zhou explained in detail: "We are close relatives. This difference between life and death is based on legal principles. If you talk about it, you will never be able to see each other again. Unless there is a big grudge, it is a different matter to ask for your life to collect debts. Think about it, if you can meet with your deceased relatives casually, what is the point of this life and death, great grief and great pain? ?This is the arrangement of heaven. The pain of bereavement is a suffering of all living beings in the world. It is called separation from love. Our father and I thought about it—God wants to punish me and Tianyi."

Everyone was silent for a long time, Ruyu asked again: "Uncle, why did she become a brother and sister with you?"

Elder Zhou said again: "Needless to say, she must be a lonely young girl, maybe even an orphan. The gods have pity on her and ordered the local Shinto to take care of her secretly. It just so happens that she has yin and yang eyes and can communicate with the Shinto. After coming and going, the old man will accept her." It’s unknown even if you have an apprentice.”

The facts are exactly as Mr. Zhou guessed.Miss Zhou's parents died in her teens, and she lived with her blind grandmother.The local land master, that is, Grandpa Zhou Shui, has no problem taking pity on her and always takes care of her secretly.This week, the girl has yin and yang eyes, and communication has been established between those who come and go.Coupled with Miss Zhou being well-behaved, the old man soon fell in love with her and taught her some ways of making a living.It is too late for traditional Chinese medicine to predict these things, and the only ones that can make money, and the elderly are proficient, are only antiques.As for the drum and piano, it's just that Miss Zhou has this hobby, so it's okay to play it as you like.

The rigorous thinking still couldn't accept it for a while: "Then how do the old and the young communicate? It can't be a human being at one end and a god at the other end, and we can talk across a table?"

Mr. Zhou smiled: "Why not? In our society, even around us, there are still few supernatural and mysterious life forms—you eat breakfast in the morning, and the one who sits at the same table as you. You buy a few catties of fruit, and the one who sells it on the street. Even road sweepers on the street, pig slaughterers in slaughterhouses, even gatekeepers at the school gates, old ladies doing Yangko dances on the streets... There are so many people, maybe one of them is a Buddha and Bodhisattva who has entered the world, which one is a living fairy living in seclusion, or even Monsters who have accepted the law, ghost soldiers who have attained the Tao, and even tourists from Mars are possible."

This was the first time Zhou Shui had heard such words, let alone Ruyu and rigor.Everyone couldn't turn the corner in their minds for a while, but they vaguely felt the same way.Zhou Shuihe accepted it more quickly——Ding Jia, the Ding Jia god who lives at home, didn't he also set up a fortune-telling stall and sell "Dali Pills" on Qinyang Street?

Zhou Lao said: "There is such a saying in the Yellow Emperor's Internal Classics, that in ancient times, humans and gods lived together. In my opinion, not only in ancient times, but also for thousands of years. It's just that in ancient times, people were humans, and gods were gods. , the boundaries are clear. In the age of the Yellow Emperor, whether it was a human being or a god, they could all be shown in the appearance of a human being—isn’t Qi Bo a god? Everyone has read the Romance of the Gods, Xuan Right? It may not be a nonsense. In the future, Buddha will not be mentioned. Confucius, Mencius, Lao Zhuang, are these all human beings? I say no. Western ones, Einstein, Da Vinci, Freud, And Newton, by the way, and the paralyzed Hawking—these are the only foreigners I can name. Are they human? In fact, our society and this earth have always been one of the few Some high-level beings lead us alive."

Everyone has never heard Mr. Zhou say so many words at once, let alone such shocking words.

Mr. Zhou went on to say: "However, your grandpa had an accident - he became a god after death. It's not like us mortals teach apprentices, mouth to mouth, hand in hand. It's nothing more than telepathy, dreaming or something, gods have their hearts With the ability to communicate, thoughts and ideas can go straight to people's hearts."

Zhou Lao's tone was flat and tasteless, but the meaning of his words made people dumbfounded.Chatting like this, the car quickly arrived at the gate of Lao Motouyuan.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw old Motou talking to someone in the courtyard.From the looks of it, it seemed that there were guests at home, and the guests were about to leave after finishing their work, so Lao Mo sent them out.This customer Zhou Shui knew, he was the boss Ji who sold breakfast.Zhou Shui was about to say hello, but when Boss Ji saw Zhou Shui, he jumped over with wide-eyed eyes and grabbed Zhou Shui, loudly saying, "You pay me back... shit... I got you."

Except for Zhou Shui and Lao Motou, no one knew Boss Ji.In this place, there are still people chasing Zhou Shui to collect debts. Everyone said that they never expected this section, and they were stunned for a while.Zhou Shui was even more confused: "Wait, don't worry, who owes you money, I...?" Zhou Shui touched Boss Ji's forehead again, and said with some surprise: "I don't have a fever. I took a nap ? Don't be so violent, right?"

Boss Ji shook off Zhou Shui's hand: "Don't do this, hurry up and pay back the money."

At this time, Mr. Zhou took over the words: "Young man, don't worry. Take a closer look, does he owe you money? Are you sure you didn't recognize the wrong person?"

Seeing that he was a middle-aged man, Boss Ji spoke more politely: "You are foreigners, don't say that I bully others. Old man, I will call the police if I cheat."

Mr. Zhou laughed: "Young man, we don't play tricks, but we have to talk about why we owe this money and how much are we owed?"

Boss Ji looked at Mr. Zhou, then blinked his eyes again: "You don't seem like a shameless master asking for money, I really don't know? Just this morning, he ate my breakfast and paid me a hundred yuan. Hey, ** .Damn, let’s not talk about eating for nothing, but I’m still looking for 95 yuan. I’ve been busy all morning, and I can’t earn the 100 yuan.”

Zhou Shui was a little dumbfounded.It is possible to say that the change in the pocket is fake. If you get change when you buy something, if you are careless, you will receive a refund.But the whole money is strictly collected from the bank, collected in bundles, and unpacked as soon as it is used, so how can there be a lie?

Yan Jing also understood, and said with a smile: "Isn't it just 100 yuan? Okay, okay, I'll change it for you." Yan Jing took out the money and asked casually: "How did you know that this money was spent by him?" What about you? Don’t you think someone lied to you?”

Boss Ji smiled wryly and said, "Today's breakfasts were sold for 150 yuan in total, and he only took this one for [-] yuan. Seeing how happy you are, it must be unintentional. Forget it, I won't pursue it."

Zhou Shui was so angry, he said in his heart: "You are really magnanimous, don't I have to thank you? Damn, you are quite simple and honest, and you are also a rascal if you dare to be affectionate." Zhou Shui thought this way, and his face showed this. emotion.

In fact, an important hurdle for those who study Buddhism and become a sage must pass through "enduring humiliation".Zhou Shui knew this, but when it came to the festival, he was not as strict and calm.So Zhou Shui was also responsible for what happened later.

The rigorous Qian Zhoushui took it first, and didn't pass it to Boss Ji, but said, "It's best to find out first. What about **? Let's take a look."

Boss Ji took the money out of his pocket, and instead of handing it to Zhou Shui, he handed it to Yan Jing.Zhou Shui glanced at it from two meters away, and he could immediately tell that it was Mrs. Zhang.Not to mention the wrinkled texture of the paper, which is similar to toilet paper, but the color, luster, and even the sound it makes when it is unfolded.

He glanced rigorously, and couldn't laugh or cry: "Mingbi, boss, you are too funny, right? Can I buy breakfast from you with this money? Kindergarten children also know that this is ** wow. They can't even talk about it. On it is **, this is a piece of flower paper."

Everyone can see that it is indeed Zhang Mingbi, the kind of money that is burned to the dead.The size is close to that of a real hundred-yuan banknote, not to mention the printing quality, the remaining difference is the portrait and text.The portrait looks like King Yama wearing a crown, and the text is not the People's Bank of China, but the Bank of China Underworld.

At this moment, Old Motou also spoke: "Sixth, isn't it right? It's broad daylight, can this "money" be spent from you? Even if you close your eyes and collect the money, you should be vigilant in the feel of it." , You didn’t see it at the time? Anyway, I don’t believe it.”

Boss Ji scratched his head and said, "I also find it strange. This big ticket was accepted in the morning, and the other party is a stranger. Can I not take a closer look? But in the morning, I pay for the white flour, and it's OK to take it out." That's it... anyway, I have to find him."

Zhou Shui put the 100 yuan still in his hand back into his pocket, and said with a smile: "Boss Ji, I don't care who you ask, but I really can't exchange this money for you. Think about it, this one In other words, my crime of spending money will be confirmed. I am not short of this 100 yuan, but this reputation."

Boss Ji was in a hurry, pointed at Zhou Shui and said, "Is it right to be a rascal? Okay, okay, I, Ji Lao Liu, am not afraid of you being a rascal, if you don't change... right? Okay...wait, I'll send someone to go."

Boss Ji turned around and was about to leave, Mr. Zhou grabbed him and said with a smile: "Change, change, can't you change it? I'm also in a hurry." Zhou Lao took another hundred-yuan note from Yan Jing's hand: "Look at it , is this real money?"

Boss Ji took the money, unfolded it, and looked carefully at Taiyang Zai: "Well, this is real, that's right, real money."

Boss Ji put the money in his pocket, and pointed at Zhou Shui again: "It seems that the old man doesn't care about you anymore."

Zhou Shui actually wanted to play a joke on this Ji Lao Liu, who was a bit like Brother Xiao Liang, and a little bit silly.But not annoying.Said that he didn't care about Zhou Shui anymore, but before leaving, he gave Zhou Shui a hard look.

For lunch, Mr. Mo invited the famous Shanxi sliced ​​noodles.He didn't eat outside, and Lao Motou cooks by himself, not to mention, Lao Motou's cooking skills are really good.A big bowl of noodles even Ruyu eats the soup and clean noodles.

After eating, Ruyu and Yanjing are washing the dishes.Ji Lao Liu came again. As soon as he entered the door, he grabbed Zhou Shui's neck and said loudly: "Boy, the police will be here soon, lie to me Ji Lao Liu? They can't kill you."

Zhou Shui hasn't reacted yet.Lao Mo jumped over and pushed Ji Lao Liu away, and said in a deep voice: "Lao Liu, you are not done yet? The money has been exchanged for you, why are you still sticking your nose in the face?"

Ji Laoliu was a little annoyed: "Old Uncle Mo, the exchange is still **. Look..." Ji Laoliu took out the banknote from his pocket again.Sure enough, it was another ghost coin.

(End of this chapter)