The monk was doing his homework and chanting the scriptures. Although he didn't strike the wooden fish or burn incense, when he calmed his heart and paid his respects to Buddha, he naturally exuded that charm.
Rather than saying that he was paying respects to Buddha, it was more accurate to say that he was tidying up his state of mind. This was also a form of cultivation and definitely not a waste of time.
Recently, every time he opened his eyes after finishing his homework, he would always see the little fellow dozing off beside him.
To ordinary people, the scene of an eminent monk paying respects to Buddha was the best lullaby for this little fellow. The corner of the monk's mouth curled into a smile. He did have a good impression of this child who was as innocent as a piece of white paper.
He carried the little fellow and sent him to bed to continue his afternoon nap. He walked out of the room and prepared to brew a pot of tea.
"Qilü, look at your phone." Gyatso happened to walk out of the room at that moment. When he saw the monk still taking the tea leaves, he knew that he wasn't looking at his phone.
"What's the matter?" The monk stopped what he was doing.
"Da Bai is back. He's outside. He said that he encountered something interesting and wants us to observe it together."
The monk nodded with a helpless expression.
"Amitabha. What will come will come."
"Do we need to tell him directly?" Gyatso asked.
"There's no need. The Poor Monk can't see through Da Bai's Life Providence. You know his background as well. It's a combination of contradictions. As such, he's a variable. If we don't tell him now, there might still be room for negotiation. There might even be a chance of success. If we tell him now, the Poor Monk feels that the chances of failure are very high."
"I think Da Bai should have the right to know." Gyatso nodded. Although he agreed with the monk's words, he clearly didn't fully agree with it.
The monk placed his hand on Gyatso's shoulder and said seriously, "If Da Bai were to know that he had just returned from the story world and had been schemed against the moment he got off the plane, how do you think he would react?"
Looking around, the monk's gaze lingered on the living room. "When the time comes, whatever friendship, whatever relationship, will no longer matter to Da Bai."
"What a headache." Gyatso took out a bottle of mineral water from the fridge and took a sip. "Qilü, do you think it will succeed?"
"Let's not talk about success first. We have to at least ensure that it doesn't fail, otherwise …" The monk shook his head. Obviously, he wasn't optimistic about the situation.
Ji Xiang was still at home, so the two directly left the house and walked outside. After a few steps, they saw Fatty's car parked at the door of a residential building. Su Bai was leaning against the car door, smoking a cigarette, while Fatty was arranging a magic array in a strange manner.
"Fatso. Just as Gyatso was about to say something, the monk stepped in front of Fatso. This step interrupted Fatso's opportunity to set up the array.
Among the four of them, the monk and Fatso were the two who were good at arrays. Therefore, the monk could break the rhythm of Fatso's array in the least obvious way.
"F * ck, monk, what are you doing? I'm almost done."
Obviously, Fatso saw through the monk's intention.
"What's going on?" The monk asked.
Su Bai frowned. He sensed that the monk and Gyatso seemed to know something. Could it be that the experiment Fatso mentioned was done by the monk and Gyatso?
But it was impossible. If it was done by the monk and Gyatso, they wouldn't be so stupid as to bring it to their doorstep and let him and Fatso bump into each other. It was even more impossible for them to let him and Fatso be part of the experiment. This was because it didn't fit the monk and Gyatso's standard. Both of them were very clever and cunning. It was impossible for them to play with fire like this.
Fatso told the whole story while Su Bai continued to smoke. However, he had been paying attention to the monk and Gyatso's reaction. Without the intention to interrupt Fatso's array, Su Bai really couldn't see anything from the two foxes' faces. The monk and Gyatso weren't that bad.
"Then we can go in and have a look first, or we can ignore it." The monk gave these two suggestions, but the other meaning was to deny Fatso's intention to directly set up an array outside to refine the female ghost to death.
"That's so boring." Fatso seemed a little dissatisfied. "He doesn't give us face, why should we give him face? So what if he's a high-level listener? We are exterminating evil and enforcing justice on behalf of heaven. Can he use this to take revenge on us? "
As Fatso spoke, he stared at the monk's eyes. It seemed that not only Su Bai noticed the monk's abnormality, but Fatso also felt the same.
This was Fatso giving the monk a chance to speak the truth. Perhaps Fatso was also worried deep down in his heart. Could it be that the monk was playing tricks on him?
However, the monk seemed a little helpless, but he still insisted. "In short, Poor Monk still thinks that we should go and have a look first."
At this moment, Gyatso stood beside Su Bai and watched the monk and Fatso communicate.
"How was the previous story world?" Gyatso asked Su Bai.
"It was alright. Let's talk about the story world later. Do you know something?" Su Bai asked Gyatso.
Actually, Su Bai didn't like the current situation. Even if this situation was caused by the monk, you should just admit it. You said that you were studying cause and effect, you said that you were doing an experiment. Would I and Fatso deliberately go against you? Would I fall out with you for the lives of a few irrelevant ordinary people?
Su Bai didn't think that he was that kind of philanthropic.
However, Tyrant's current behavior and words were obviously a little out of line. Moreover, he definitely knew something about this matter.
"Monk, tell me the truth. Is this done by someone you know?"
Fatso had finally figured it out. This matter shouldn't be the monk's doing. Although the monk had a stomach full of conspiracy, he wouldn't really treat human life as grass in the real world. This wasn't hypocrisy, but a kind of self-discipline of the monk. Moreover, even if he did it, he could tell the truth. However, the monk's current attitude made Fatso suspect that the monk knew who did it and was covering for that person.
"Let's go in and have a look." The monk didn't intend to say anything else. In fact, he had always been disgusted with this matter. This might be the monk's obsession with mental cleanliness.
The iron door wasn't locked, so the monk pushed it open. There were many pots of succulents inside.
Su Bai, Fatso, and Gyatso naturally followed the monk in. The female ghost's aura was still there. She was still in the house, probably on the second floor. Because on the second floor, the four of them felt a cold and gloomy aura, and this aura was constantly changing.
A lot of information could be obtained from the aura. At this time, the change in the aura indicated that the female ghost's emotions were in a state of extreme fluctuations.
The monk still walked in front, Gyatso walked at the back, and Su Bai and Fatso were in the middle.
The four of them went up the stairs together. In the master bedroom, the Yin energy was the heaviest.
The monk put his palms together and chanted Amitabha. He seemed to be struggling.
Gyatso sighed deeply, but he was in a better state than the monk. After all, Gyatso's discipline and growth environment were different from the monk's. He was more casual. In other words, he was more ruthless.
As for the monk, in the story world and the real world, he could casually scheme against the audience. He could also casually kill people in the story world, but in the real world, he couldn't accept seeing an ordinary person die in vain. Most of the audience actually treated the real world as their spiritual home.
The monk didn't leave, so Su Bai walked over and pushed the door open. He saw the female ghost standing by the wall, and a woman in pajamas had just tied a rope. It looked like she was preparing to hang herself.
The female ghost saw Su Bai, but her attention was still on the woman who was about to put her neck into the noose. The resentment on her body was boiling. As long as this woman died, the female ghost would be free because she had taken revenge and could return to ashes.
Now, the four of them stood by the door and watched the scene in front of them.
The monk was still struggling,
Gyatso was still hesitating,
Su Bai watched coldly from the side,
The first one who couldn't take it anymore was Fatso.
"Suffering, suffering. Such a tender girl. The three of you are really cold-blooded. Who cares about the design of the character? Can you really watch a tender girl hang herself just like that?"
Fatso squeezed Su Bai away and walked in with the monk. A talisman paper was thrown out from his palm and hit the female ghost. The female ghost let out a shrill scream and her soul immediately dissipated. Then, Fatso kicked the chair over. The woman fell down and fainted on the ground, but her life wasn't in danger.
The monk and Gyatso looked at each other, as if they hadn't expected this outcome.
As for Su Bai, he walked in calmly like a tourist,
"Not bad, Fatso. This time, you've let me see another side of you other than your perverted self."
Fatso picked up the woman and threw her on the bed. He didn't do anything to her but looked at the monk strangely,
"Monk, you're not going to save her? You're not that cowardly, are you? Are you afraid of offending a big shot who's doing the experiment? "
The monk pursed his lips and didn't answer.
Su Bai yawned and walked to the window sill. He opened the curtains and suddenly realized that there was a talisman paper stuck on a very hidden spot on the curtains. Su Bai's expression suddenly turned serious. He looked at the talisman paper and then at the talisman paper that Fatso had just hit the female ghost and dropped to the ground.
"Fatso …" Su Bai said calmly.
"What's wrong, Da Bai?" Fatso looked at Su Bai in confusion.
"What's wrong?"
Su Bai rushed forward and kicked Fatso's lower abdomen. Fatso flew backward and crashed into the wall. Then, he held his stomach and looked at Su Bai in confusion. A wisp of blood flowed from the corner of Fatso's mouth.
"F * ck, are you sick?"
