A fat, bald man with a kind face and kind eyes was sitting on a futon. He was dressed in a loose Hanfu and looked like a hermit.
Opposite the bald man, there is a large altar table, on which are neatly placed Buddha statues of different shapes and materials, which look solemn and majestic under the bright light.
The bald man was counting bodhisattvas on his hands and kept muttering in a low voice, as if he was reciting sutras. If you were close, you might be able to hear him clearly. He kept chanting,
"I want to get rich, Bodhisattva will bless me. I want to get rich, Bodhisattva will bless me. I want to get rich, Bodhisattva will bless me."
The 108 bodhisattvas in his hand are his treasures. His success over the years has been all thanks to this string of bodhisattvas.
When Fuxi received the Buddha's light.
The bodhi tree that the bald man was counting in his hand broke into pieces and turned into fine white powder.
The sudden change caused the incessant muttering to stop. The bald man stared at the Bodhi in his hand, and his face no longer looked kind and kind, but became ferocious and terrifying.
Who ruined my good deeds and cut off my wealth? My Bodhi seeds were all covered in pulp and they broke into pieces. What is the problem?
Stand up, walk out of this room, and come to a hall.
The lights in the hall were all turned off, and Baldy turned on the lights familiarly.
The rows of empty seats showed their true appearance under the light, and there were two to three hundred seats.
Opposite the seats is a small stage with a very high-end solid wood table.
The bald man sat down at the table, took out a cigarette, the kind that cost 60 yuan a pack, lit it and took a puff.
Then he quickly turned off the button, took out the big Apple phone, and dialed a series of numbers.
"Second brother, I asked you to keep an eye on those small loans. How's that going?"
The other party gave a negative answer, which disappointed Bald Man. According to the time, he shouldn't be so calm.
"Keep staring, and if something happens, tell me immediately."
Then he hung up the phone and depressedly took out another cigarette and lit it. This time he didn't take a puff and put it out.
I just took a puff, let the cigarette burn between my fingers, and then stared at the blue smoke, drawing auspicious clouds one after another to soothe my irritable heart.
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The underworld is the residence of Bai Wuchang.
Xie An'an and Xiao Qi stood beside Bai Wuchang.
"Master Qi, that's what happened. In the end, Cai Gen accepted the old lady."
Bai Wuchang looked gloomy and kept thinking about every detail, which was a bit unscientific.
Hei Wuchang has a straightforward temperament and doesn't want to believe it, so he continues to confirm.
"Xie An'an, are you sure that's the Buddha's light body protection? Is it also wrapped around the evil spirit?"
Pulling Xiaoqi's broken arm, let him see the black and white impermanence,
"Seventh Master, Eighth Master, look at my Xiaoqi's arm. It was melted by the Buddha's light. If I hadn't acted quickly, Xiaoqi would have melted away."
Looking at the interface of Xiao Qi's severed arm, he could see the vaguely interesting remnants of Buddha's light, which were constantly corroding Xiao Qi's soul. He confirmed that there was nothing wrong, and what Xie An An said was true.
How much ability is needed to protect the fierce evil without harming it? Bai Wuchang doesn't know, and Hei Wuchang doesn't know either.
Hei Wuchang lit a cigarette for Bai Wuchang and asked tentatively,
"Brother Qi, do we want to report it?"
His mind was very confused and he smoked a cigarette. Bai Wuchang said irritably,
"Report it to whom? Bull head or horse face? Judge or King of Yama? Who should report it? In the end, we are the ones to be blamed."
Hei Wuchang understood it as soon as he heard it. Yes, if the leaders above don't know, forget it. What if they know?
Report it to the Heavenly Court or seek reasoning from the great Buddhas in the West? Does the Heavenly Court have the intention to offend those people in the West in the land grab? The Heavenly Court also feels uncomfortable.
Furthermore, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is now nominally the supreme leader of the underworld, so how can you tell Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva? People from your hometown come to dig into the corners of the underworld and harvest the wool of heaven?
Not reporting it can only be regarded as dereliction of duty. If it is reported, it will be the trigger and the troublemaker. In the end, the bosses on both sides laughed and said, forget it, let's find someone to take the blame. Who could it be?
Whoever reports it is the one who takes the blame and makes you owe money.
Xie An'an also understood, but still said worriedly,
"This is what we discovered. I don't know how many more we haven't discovered. Then we won't be able to do our work from now on."
Bai Wuchang glared at Xie Anxie, "A dog has lived for hundreds of years, are you an intern?"
"If you can't do it, isn't there someone who can? We are little shrimps. We are afraid of offending others, but some people are not afraid."
Well, this is a clear statement, right? If you can't do it, go to Cai Gen. Although it's a bit unethical, everyone has their own difficulties. Cai Gen's difficulties are always better than those of yourself.
Moreover, no matter how we work, whether it is up or to the west, as long as we reach Cai Gena, we are done.
Xie An'an completely understood what the leader meant, which was that it was boring and everyone just pretended not to know.
"Master Qi, if Cai Gen asks me, what should I say?"
This time Bai Wuchang didn't need to answer. Hei Wuchang started to answer.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
Yes, I'm a piece of shit. I said, what do I have to say? When gods fight, it's fine that I don't get implicated. Xie An'an finally understood.
Bai Wuchang swept away his irritability and said seriously to Xie An'an,
"Xiao Xie, don't get involved in unnecessary things. Try to send more of those that meet the standards to Cai Gen. If it works, just take it back. If it doesn't work, just take it back. What is our lifeblood? Performance, life wheel
If we don’t turn around, we’ll all eat dirt.”
Nodding vigorously, Xie An'an quickly said,
"Don't worry, I will hurry up, but recently a waiter Xiao Sun came to Cai Genna. Although he is an ordinary person, he is very suspicious."
Hei Wuchang lost patience with Xie An's ink marks,
"Thank you An'an, whoever you love will go. There will be more in the future. Just do your own thing well. How can you care about your leisure time?"
After being scolded again, Xie An'an stopped talking and didn't leave. He just held half of Xiao Qi's arm and stayed there.
My son's injury is considered a work-related injury. Please resolve it. I won't leave until it is resolved.
Bai Wuchang grabbed Xiao Qi's broken arm and lifted it. The remnants of the Buddha's light disappeared, and a complete arm appeared on Xiao Qi's body, just like new.
The work injury was over, Xie An took Xiao Qi and kowtowed to thank him, and Ma Liu ran away.
Seeing Xie An An leave, Hei Wuchang asked in a low voice,
"Brother Qi, what on earth do you think is going on?"
Bai Wuchang let out a long sigh, lit another cigarette, and said helplessly,
"Over the past few years, the human world has been in trouble, the underworld has not turned around, and the heavens have suffered disasters. Many gods and powerful people have fallen and been reincarnated. After playing the cards, shuffle the cards and play again. Those who seize the territory seize the territory, and those who occupy the top of the mountain occupy the top of the mountain.
I guess no one goes down empty-handed, and there will be no more peaceful days in the future."
This statement made Hei Wuchang very scared. This was no longer a trivial matter about overall performance. This was a major event that turned the poker table.
"Brother Qi, no, I have to keep an eye on it, I'm not worried."
Bai Wuchang shook his head to stop Hei Wuchang,
"It's useless for you to keep an eye on me. We're not much higher than Xie An. Just wait in the underworld. It's a blessing, not a curse. We can't avoid it."
