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Chapter 88 The host is a monk (15)
In the county government office, after the county magistrate closed the case, he was filing the completed case when a bell of a Buddhist temple suddenly sounded in his ear, which seemed close and far away, like a fog like a cloud. At this moment, everything was quiet.

"Sir, what's wrong?"

Seeing that he suddenly froze up strangely, the master next to him asked with concern.

"Didn't you hear?"

The county magistrate asked back.

The master blinked suspiciously: "What?"

When the voice fell to the ground, another bell sounded from afar. The trill was long but quiet and clear.

The county magistrate felt slightly shocked, dropped the file in his hand, and decided to look for the bell.

At the back door of the county government office, a young monk, wearing a white monk's robe and holding a golden Zen staff, is clearly in the mundane world like others, but he is full of immortality, as if he is stepping on the clouds, which makes people look up and respect him.

As soon as the county magistrate came over and saw the monk, he knew why the bell was ringing.

"I don't know that the master is here, if he is negligent, I still look at Haihan."

The county magistrate actually doesn't believe in these gods and ghosts, but he doesn't know why, when he heard the bell before, he felt that his soul seemed to be purified, but now he naturally respects the monk who seems to be a master of Taoism in front of him.

"You have a plague of blood and light!"

People don't talk too much, Su also holds a Zen stick, and six words flutter out of his mouth.

The servant saw that the monk in front of him looked like a worldly expert, but he opened his mouth to say such unlucky words, he couldn't help feeling a little annoyed:
"You monk, my master is not doing well, how could there be a bloody disaster!"

"Don't give a big gift to the master."

Although the county magistrate was unhappy, he still scolded the servants, but the respect he had previously had faded a bit.

Although he is in his 40s and is only a small county magistrate, he has always been in good health and has done his duty to the people in the area under his jurisdiction. How could there be any bloodshed.

"Thank you Master for reminding me."

Saying so, the county magistrate didn't take it seriously.

Su also smiled and said nothing, and took out a piece of talisman paper that no one could understand from his wide sleeve and handed it over.

Looking at the weird talisman handed over, the county magistrate twitched the corner of his mouth and took it:
"Thank you, Master."

It was because he was ignorant and ignorant that he didn't know that monks also started to draw Taoist talismans.

Back home, the county magistrate took this as a joke and told the master, but the master believed in Buddhism:

"My lord, some people who are well-versed in Taoism have eccentric temperaments. Since the master reminded me so much, then my lord, you should pay more attention these days."

The county magistrate smiled, thinking that the master was too serious, so he didn't discuss the matter any more.

After the file was filed, the master left, and the county magistrate looked at some special cases that occurred in the jurisdiction over the years by himself.

Before I knew it, it was already dark, and the servants prepared dinner.

After eating, the county magistrate paced back and forth in the yard to digest his food. When he was tired from walking, he sat on a stone chair to rest.

Behind him was a lush and thick tree of unknown age. There was a bird's nest on the tree, and the birds inside had already rested.

On the branch of a tree not far away, there is a long white thing sliding quickly, it is a rare white snake.

(End of this chapter)