light, short, scattered

Chapter 17 "Mountains and Seas" Wangyou Chapter
A barber shop called "Hundred Ghosts" opened nearby.

Business is extremely lively.

I have a day off today and my hair has grown longer.

After taking some free time, I decided to join in the fun.

When I arrived at the door of the store, I was stopped by the clerk.

"Sir, there is a little rule in the store." The clerk said.

"Oh? You said?" I smiled.

"You can't bring a mirror when you go in. Your mirror is very big." The clerk said with a wry smile.

"Hey, little brother. This is not a mirror, this is the guy I eat with." I said.

"But the rule is you can't bring it with you." The clerk looked helpless and pointed to the cabinet at the door.

I could only put my Bagua Mirror in the cabinet and muttered: "You know it's not because your store has just opened and you want to join in the fun. When I heard this, I turned around and left, do you understand?"

The clerk nodded and said, "Sorry."

When I entered, I felt a sense of darkness.

The brightness inside and outside are completely two levels.

"You don't have any light here?" I asked doubtfully.

"Maybe it's because it's cheap. I just came here to apply for a job. I don't know why it's like this. Please forgive me," the clerk said.

The entire wall of the room was covered with mirrors, and the ceiling was covered with patches of incandescent lights.

Unfortunately, for some reason, incandescent lamps seem to be very old.

The light was dim and white, but it made sense.

As soon as I sat down, the clerk told me about the characteristics of this store.

The clerk said with a smile: "The razors held by the masters here are all imported from Germany."

"Imported from Germany?" I asked doubtfully.

"The breeze will attract your hair and suck the shaved hair into the razor." The clerk said proudly.

I looked at the floor of the barber shop curiously. It was indeed spotless and different from other barber shops.

Of course, business was very good, and the surroundings were full of customers.

But I think there must be something fishy here, because it feels more and more strange.

"The master who will cut your hair has not come yet." The clerk said with a smile.

Since the master hasn't come yet, I can only chat with the clerk.

When I asked about the owner of this store, the clerk just smiled and didn't answer.

When I made insinuations and said that the clerk was stingy and wouldn't even say anything about such a trivial matter.

The clerk then hesitantly told me that this store was just a side business of the boss.

And the store clerk told me an incredible thing.

The clerk smiled bitterly and said: "Because I saw that you are a Taoist priest, I remembered that I was in a temple during the interview. And..."

"And what?" I muttered, a little curious.

"I also find it strange that the person interviewing me is an old monk." The clerk said with a smile.

I smiled and said, "My boss has a big business. If you don't know, the Shaolin Temple has gone public. It's not surprising that the person interviewing you is a monk. Maybe your boss can even afford the Shaolin Temple."

The clerk smiled and said, "Hey, when will your gym be available?"

I let him go down the steps, but he blocked me.

I smiled bitterly and said, "I am an orphan and have lived in a Taoist temple since I was a child. Otherwise, do you think there are many people who believe in Taoism? I secretly laughed when only one tenth of them believed in Buddhism."

"I'm sorry, customer, for mentioning your sadness." The clerk apologized.

I was just about to continue chatting with the clerk when the master came from a distance.

I glanced at the master.

Fresh and refined, the hair is very casual.

It's not like other barber shops where the barbers have weird and colorful hair.

The master waved his hand, and the clerk went to greet other customers.

"Shi...Customer, do you want a haircut or a perm?" the master said with a smile, and suppressed the impulse with his half-erected hand.

I almost laughed out loud at this.

"You are talking about the donor." I said with a smile.

It seems that the boss usually likes to hire monks, and the hairdresser is also a monk.

I took a closer look at the sideburns on the master's head. They were simply wigs glued on.

"Ahem, I'm sorry. I haven't changed my habits. I'm just kidding." The master said with a wry smile.

"Just cut your hair casually." I replied with a smile.

"Then please give me a favor... Come here to wash your hair." The master said again.

"Wash your hair? I can just cut it casually. Look at the hair-eating razor you mentioned. No need to wash your hair." I said.

"Well, this is the rule. You must wash your hair before cutting it." The master said with a smile.

"You have so many rules here." I followed the master into the inner room.

A bowl of clear water was placed in front of me, which was different from other barber shops.

The master pointed to the small bench.

I sat on it helplessly, glanced at the water and said, "Master, when people wash their hair, there is running water. Why is this still water?"

The master smiled and said, "This is soapy water, which is good for your hair. Because you don't need to use shampoo, it's just still water."

"No, master, why does this water smell weird to me?" I said.

"Impossible, it just smells like soap locust." The master said hesitantly.

"Okay, okay, let's see what you can do." I sat on the bench.

The master took a ladle and poured water on my hair from top to bottom.

After so many years in the Taoist temple, I can still smell the ashes mixed with water used to burn incense.

I closed my mouth and nose tightly.

Went through the water three times.

I asked curiously: "What? You really don't need shampoo?"

The master smiled and said: "It's ready, that's how it is here."

I reluctantly followed the master back to the hall and sat down at the barber's seat.

There was no hair loss cape covering me, which was refreshing.

The master took out the electric razor.

It looks no different from the razors in other stores.

I smiled and said, "Master, did you get the wrong one?"

"No, no. Just look at it and it'll be fine." The master picked off a little of my temple with a razor.

Sure enough, when the hair fell, it disappeared into thin air.

I could feel the breeze blowing gently on my neck.

If you are not allowed to use a mirror, there must be something wrong.

I secretly took out the small Bagua mirror that I usually hide in my sleeve. This is for self-defense.

Relying on the reflection of the small bagua mirror, I actually saw a little devil with black body and white hair wrapped around my neck.

I was startled, but my body didn't make any move.

Is this kid wrapped around my neck trying to suck people's spiritual energy?

I looked at the ghost's appearance carefully, but I couldn't recognize it.

What I don’t like to read the most on weekdays is The Classic of Mountains and Seas. How can I recognize this thing?

The master shaved his head seriously without paying attention to me.

I sensed something was wrong and looked around.

Damn it, let's not talk about hundreds of these black-bodied, white-haired brats here.They are densely scattered in the house, surrounding each guest.

It turns out that the cold air on the neck is caused by these ghosts blowing and breathing.

Every time I saw the master cutting my hair, these little guys would excitedly surround me and suck the hair clean.

Then he showed a pleased expression and waited for the next strand of hair.

I can hardly sit still, the magic weapon is in the cabinet by the door again.

The palm-sized Bagua mirror in my hand is of no use.

These monks are probably colluding with the ghosts. If this continues, sooner or later people will be sucked out of their essence.

Combined with the water just now, it is probably the Ecstasy Water.

Sitting on the chair, I became afraid unconsciously.

I pretended to be calm and whispered to the master: "There are so many ghosts here, how can you still think about cutting your hair?"

I knew that if I spoke loudly, I might not even be able to get out of this door today, so I could only speak in a low voice.

"Donor, can you see it?" the master asked in surprise.

"Of course I can see it. Do you want me to shout so that everyone here can hear that there is a ghost?" I said calmly, my heart already exploding.

"Donor, come with me." After saying this, the master put down the electric razor in his hand.I also stood up and stretched my neck.

I don't need a small Bagua mirror to know that the kid is still haunting me.

The master walked towards the inside, as if he had no intention of taking me out.

He walked to the inner room and opened a wooden door.I looked at the scene around me and could only follow the master in.

I should be allowed to go through the back door, I thought.

He clenched his fists in his hands, and his mind was full of Taoist boxing.

I still don’t believe it. After practicing Taoist boxing for so many years, I can’t beat ghosts but still can’t beat monks.

As soon as he entered the room, the master immediately took off his wig and said, "Oh Amitabha, I'm really not used to this."

I looked at the nine ring scars on the master's bald head, and it turned out that he was indeed a monk.

"Donor, please come this way." the master said.

"Why are you taking me there?" I asked doubtfully.

"Meet the abbot." The master replied, standing solemnly with one hand and walking further inside.

this. . .The matter is too big and you can’t make the decision?
Pay hush money?
Still want to seal it?
"Are you real monks?" I said fearfully.

"Yes, monks don't lie." The master said.

Well, fortunately, real monks don’t kill.

No, wait.

A few months ago, I saw the Fuhu Temple in Thailand, where tigers were kept in captivity and tiger bone wine was sold secretly.

This, isn't it a pee?

I was so scared that I couldn't move.

The master took a few steps forward and looked back at me without hearing my footsteps.

"Donor? What's wrong with you?" the master said.

"You, you, you... we won't mess around, right?" I said tremblingly.

"No, don't worry." After the master answered, he walked deeper into the room.

Sure enough, the room here is a secret passage, one connecting to Baoguo Temple on the next street.

But looking at it, I couldn't find it.

In Baoguo Temple, an old monk was chanting sutras in the main hall.

The master took a few steps forward and said something in the old monk's ear, then retreated back to the room he came from.

As he passed me, he whispered: "The abbot lets you pass."

I took a few steps forward and stood not far away.

The old abbot said: "Since you can see it, you have a predestined relationship with the Buddha."

I nodded my head.

"I am the abbot of this place. What do you want to ask the donor?" the old abbot said.

"What are the backgrounds of these brats? Will there be any problems with people?" I asked.

"These little ghosts you are talking about are ghosts that Wangyou feeds on their hair," the old abbot said.

"Wangyou?" I repeated, but I couldn't remember the name.

"Hair is the source of troubles. If a person has three thousand troubles, why not forget them. When these worries eat the hair, they will also take away the troubles of the owner of the hair." said the old abbot.

After the old abbot said this, I finally remembered.

This kind of monster brother once said that Wangyou still has a preference for men and women.

They like to eat men's hair, and those men who go bald in middle age must have one around their necks.

I remember that when my senior brother took me to identify him, he turned on the live broadcast of Xiaoxiao Sun Yalong.

I used the Bagua mirror to look at Xiaoxiao Sun Yalong, and then I saw a fat kid with black body and white hair squatting on Xiaoxiao's head.

I didn't recognize it at this time, probably because it was too fat.

"I understand the truth, but why are you in the barber shop?" I asked in confusion.

"Well, these Wangyou originally lived in this temple. Originally, there were monks who were ordained and became monks every year, and these hairs were Wangyou's food. But there are fewer and fewer monks. In modern times, we can't afford to feed these Wangyou. I'm worried," the old abbot said.

"This..." I sighed speechlessly. Thinking about it, the Taoist temple's situation was even worse.

"In the early years, we asked monks to go out and pretend to be shops to get their hair long for these people. But gradually we couldn't supply it, so a highly educated monk came up with this idea of ​​opening a barber shop." The old abbot said said.

"Then how can you guarantee that there will be no problems?" I asked again.

"Do you remember washing your hair before? The water was added with incense ash." said the old abbot.

I nodded my head, and sure enough I heard it right.

"In this way, Wangyou will not touch the hair on the head. The hair that is cut off will be eaten by Wangyou. In addition, the hairdressers are all monks in the temple. Wangyou does not dare to mess around. , that’s how we came up with this method.” said the old abbot.

"Won't you run out?" I asked curiously.

"This place is connected to the barber shop. During the day, Wangyou goes out to work. At night, he will be called back. There are exactly one hundred, so the barber shop is called Baigui." The old abbot said.

I nodded my head and said calmly: "Your Shaolin Temple is listed on the market. Does this have anything to do with it? Is it profitable? How much does it cost per month?"

"There may be some connection, we have other industries." said the old abbot.

Damn it, monks don’t lie. . .

No wonder Shaolin Temple is on the market.

"Okay, that's enough questions. Does the donor still want to cut this hair?" the old abbot asked.

I touched my head, and my hair grew longer.

He could only smile and nodded his head.

"Just go back to where you came from and find Master Yuankong just now." After the old abbot finished speaking, he continued to read the scriptures.

Touching one-third of my hair, I walked back the way I came.

My mind immediately thought of our gourmet family.

He was so hungry that he became as thin as a ball. I thought he was a big guy who could swallow up the world.

It’s time to build a waste recycling station for the old glutton, maybe it will be the key to its launch.

Half a year later, the recycling station was built in the second month.

Unfortunately, the recycling station is a government unit and cannot make a profit. It loses money every month just by paying salaries to sanitation workers.

The Taoist temple originally had few people, but now all the Taoist temples are working as sanitation guards.

Even if this happens, the family will still lose money.

Fortunately, the old glutton has gained a lot of weight.

"Shut up, you idiot. No matter how many times you have been taught how to classify, you just know how to swallow it. This water bottle is worth three cents, spit it out." I patted the glutton's belly and cursed.

(End of this chapter)