Several people checked in at the hotel. After Mingjue made arrangements, they got up and said goodbye. After the meal, they returned to the house to rest.

After waiting for Qingcheng to fall asleep, Old Long quietly opened the door, closed the door, came to Old Shen's door, and knocked on the door three times.

The door opened quickly. Old Shen welcomed Old Long in, then looked at the door that there was no one on both sides of the corridor, and then closed it.

"Old Shen, can't you say anything clearly? You have to stay in the room in the middle of the night and say secretly that if these two men were seen sneaking by others, they wouldn't know how to gossip about them." Old Long entered the house and saw that the bedding on the bed had not been passive, but there was a sunken beside the bed. It seemed that Mr. Shen was sitting there before. Old Long saw that this was good, so he quickly sat down. Old Shen had no choice but to stand first.

"A guy with dirty thoughts, I'm not wasting yours. I'm asking you for something serious. Besides, I'm a man with a wife, who is too fond of you?" Old Shen curled his lips and looked contemptuous.

"Okay, okay, I'm thinking too much, okay, hurry up and tell me what you asked me to do, otherwise I'll go back to sleep. If Qingcheng wakes up and finds his grandfather is not next to him, the little girl's crying is so powerful. When she was born, the whole floor was so loud that she couldn't sleep because of his crying."

"Bad, I wasn't there back then." Mr. Shen paused and continued, "Oh, it's been more than seven years in a flash, and we're getting older."

"Old-old is put aside first. You asked me to come here just to chat. If you don't talk about the serious matters, I will go back to sleep." As Old Long said, he was about to get up and walk out.

"Hey hey, wait a minute, let's talk about the serious business." Old Shen quickly grabbed Old Long and pressed him back to the bed, "Do you still remember Mingjue, that is, the map you mentioned by the informant?"

"Remember, he said it for a while, why don't he remember?" Old Long was puzzled and asked what he was doing, but he didn't know.

"Do you remember there is a book called Shanhai Jing?" Mr. Shen asked in a low voice.

"I know, I'll know it when I was in elementary school. You know, I'm a wealthy family, and it's easy to get books. During the Cultural Revolution, someone kept it at home, so those books have been saved until now. If you want it, I'll take it back to your hometown." Old Long looked confused and didn't know what Mr. Shen meant, sometimes the mountain and sea map, sometimes the mountain and sea classics, etc., etc.

"Is it related to these two? One mountain and sea chart, the other mountain and sea classic."

"Yes, these two things should have been created at the same time, and they can be regarded as a treasure." Old Shen nodded and started talking while walking in the room.

The Mountain and Sea Charts did appear at the same time as the Mountain and Sea Charts. The information was recorded very early before. There were 108 mountain and sea charts. During the long period of circulating, most of the mountain and sea charts were scattered everywhere and did not know where to go. If Mr. Shen was not mistaken, the treasures in the temple were part of these 108. I didn’t expect that if I encountered this case, it would naturally be impossible to let go easily. Now, there are only three mountain and sea charts, which are served in the insurance room like for ancestors, for fear of something going wrong. In order to get the whole mountain and sea charts as soon as possible and unravel the mystery of the mountain and sea charts, Mr. Shen vowed to give all his strength to find the thief and get back the mountain and sea charts.

"In other words, this thing is very important?" Old Long couldn't understand what it is good about a few pieces of broken paper. Now the Shanhai Jing on the market still comes with pictures, but it is still colored.

"It's not very important, it's very important. Mountain and sea charts have high research value. At least we will not be blinded by understanding ancient culture. Besides, I heard that there are some amazing prophecies in it, but I want to see them." Mr. Shen seemed very excited when he said the prophecy.

"Okay, then for you, have you thought about tomorrow? I will go to the battlefield tomorrow. You have to plan it today."

"No hurry, I called that guy. He said he would arrive early tomorrow morning. Then it will depend on what he said. It is hard to say whether they were possessed by evil spirits or were caught with souls. I can only go to the temple tomorrow to see which Bodhisattva he worships."

"Yeah, yes, and to be honest, I'm not going to be alone in Thailand. In fact, it's best to stay in Southeast Asia, because sometimes you don't even know how you die." Long Laogui sighed, feeling sorry for those who had the accident.

"Little Dianyin, be careful of the ears of the wall." Old Shen turned his head and looked at the door, his eyes narrowed into a slit.

"What's wrong? Someone eavesdropped?" Old Long said and was about to open the door. Old Shen grabbed him: "What are you doing? Don't you know? Besides, I just said it, you'll be finished as soon as you hear it. As for going to see it again?" Old Shen pulled Old Long back, pressed it back on the bed, and stared at him.

"Okay, okay, listen to you, it's really." Old Long didn't want to sit, so he leaned back and lay on the bed, "Ah, what a comfortable bed."

"As he said, it seemed like you had just come out of the ravine, and he had no prospects. Remember, no matter whether you go out or do anything in the future, don't comment on certain things casually. It's not that you are afraid that you will be beaten, but that you will be involved in us at that time." Mr. Shen breathed a sigh of relief, and lay on the bed like Mr. Long, saying with his eyes closed.

"Oh, I haven't lie down in such a comfortable bed for a long time. I've just lie down in the sofa in the office recently." Old Shen and Old Long lay on the bed, and then they fell asleep together, just like that...

The next day, the two were woken up by the cry of Qingcheng next door. Old Long rubbed his eyes and felt something was wrong. He turned his head and saw Old Shen rubbing his eyes. He turned over and wanted to sleep for a while. Old Long shouted that something was wrong. He quickly turned over and went downstairs and opened the door to run to the next door. Old Shen had originally thought of sleeping for a while, but Old Long woke him up with a scream and lost all sleepiness. He had to get out of bed, tidy up his clothes, and walk towards the next door.

Qingcheng woke up and saw that his grandfather or grandfather were not by his side. Qingcheng was still a little girl. She was scared and cried out in an instant. Now her voice was somewhat hoarse. Old Long hugged him and coaxed him. Qingcheng stopped crying and curled up in Old Long's arms, his body moving, and the crying spirit had not passed.

"Grandpa, I'm sorry for you. Qingcheng won't cry anymore. Grandpa will never do this again. From now on, you will always follow Grandpa, and Grandpa will never leave you again. Grandpa will accompany Qingcheng all his life and will never let Qingcheng cry again. OK?"

"Well, grandpa keeps his word." Qingcheng stretched out a little finger, "Grandpa pulled the hook."

"Okay, grandpa and Qingcheng hook hooks." Old Long also stretched out a little finger and hooked Qingcheng's little finger. "Hook hooks and hung them, and they will not change for a hundred years. Whoever changes is the big bad guy."

"Hehe, grandpa is the best." Qingcheng hugged Old Long's face and kissed him.

"Haha." Old Long smiled on the surface, but his heart was like a knife. He treated his only granddaughter as a treasure. He was afraid of melting in his mouth, and afraid of falling in his hands. It can be said that even if Qingcheng fell, Old Long felt pain once. Now listening to Qingcheng's hoarse voice, Old Long felt pain in his heart.

"Okay, old guy, it's good that Qingcheng is fine. That guy comes later. Let him see Qingcheng's voice. I don't feel that there will be any major problems." Old Shen walked to Old Long, patted his shoulder gently, and comforted him in a low voice.

"Yeah, OK."

Several people stayed on the top for a while, and the man in the suit came up. It turned out that after hearing Qingcheng crying, he had no door block, so he knocked on the door. Hearing that there was no movement in the room, the man in the suit went outside to find the so-called "enemy". After searching for it for a long time, he found nothing, so he went upstairs to see how the situation was.

Old Long didn't blame him. After talking for a while, he went to the restaurant on the first floor for dinner. After dinner, he went upstairs to clean up and then went downstairs to wait for the car to pick them up.

The car came very quickly and didn't let a few people wait for a long time. After a few people got in the car, the car started and arrived at the door of the temple in a short while.

Sure enough, the temple is not very big, but the surrounding environment is very good. There are a lot of flowers and trees planted here. Even if you are so hot, you will slowly calm down here. It is indeed a good place suitable for self-cultivation. In a city like Bangkok, it is not easy to have such a place.

Old Long looked at the temple door through the window, and there were monks standing there. One of the monks in the head was particularly conspicuous. Why did he say he was conspicuous? Because his long white eyebrows and his chin beard made him look so unique. After a few people got off the car, the old monk walked up and said "Sawadika", and then recited the Buddha's name loudly. As for what it was, they didn't hear clearly.

"Welcome a few masters to come and share our temples with worries and problems. If I guess correctly, you should be the messenger sent by my Buddha Tathagata to rescue us." The old man folded his hands together and bowed deeply to the people, and they hurriedly returned the gift.

What surprised the people was that the old man could speak Chinese and was even more smooth than some Chinese people said. The people couldn't help but look at the old monk with admiration. As for the messengers, these people didn't know who they sent them. They only knew what their purpose was for coming here, and that's all.

The old monk said again, "I am not talented, old monk. It is the abbot of this temple. I have been abbot here for more than 20 years. Everything was quiet in the past few years. Why did such a sudden problem happen now?"

"Hello, abbot, may I ask, why are the police and medical staff here so quiet, it doesn't look like a temporary ward?" It's still old Jiang's spiciness, and Mr. Shen could see something wrong around the temple.

"Oh, no matter how big the matter is, people can't stay like this. They serve these people who don't know whether to die or live, and they have to do things for others. Now, the last group of people was removed the day before yesterday. Now these patients are all taken care of by us. Oh, it's not easy to be a monk now, and they have to work part-time as doctors and police. It's so tiring. Last night, two little novice monks ran away. The two children couldn't stand it anymore, so they planned to run away. It's a pity that they died on the street in the end." The old abbot said, shook his head and sighed.

"Aren't we here? Don't worry, old abbot, these problems will be solved for you. As long as the money is agreed, everything will be OK." Old Long said with a smile.

"This is easy to say, this is easy to say. Let's go in and see the patient's condition first." The old abbot let the few people into the temple, with a few monks following him. The remaining monks were still standing at the entrance of the temple, acting as guards. Passers-by couldn't help but look curiously.

Several people came to the temple. Long Lao, who had a relatively smart nose, covered his nose: "What's the smell? It's so smelly. Shouldn't the temples and Taoist temples be very fresh? Why is this like this?"

"I'm really sorry for the donors. Because the medical staff left, we have never taken this kind of work. At most, we've got two knives. There's always something wrong. We've ordered a lot of sandalwood to remove the flavor, but the flavor still can't be dissipated." The old abbot showed a embarrassed expression, and it could be seen that he hadn't had a good time these days.

"Don't use sandalwood. It smells a little bit more fragrant, it smells fishy. What do you think? Buy some red cypress or buy some other fragrance. In short, it's better if it's not very fishy. If your fishy smell is mixed with this smell, it's strange if it doesn't taste bad." Mr. Shen naturally covered his nose and thought of walking outside after he said that, "Oh." The old abbot didn't know what to say, so he could only watch Mr. Shen leave the temple gate.

Qingcheng also covered his nose and ran out. Old Long couldn't stand it, so he followed him out. The man in the suit just shook his nose at first and didn't care much, but he still didn't hold on. He turned his head and ran out. The old abbot shook his head: "Oh, it seems that I only like to smell this."

The old abbot walked around the temple and wiped out all the incense. He notified his little monk to go to the Buddhist supplies store in the wholesale market to buy some red cypress incense. The little monk took the money and ran away. The old abbot left the temple, stood in front of the temple gate, looking at the surrounding environment, and sighed.

"Why is the abbot sighing so much? Are you worried?" Mr. Shen was also a good thing and walked over and asked.

"Oh, sometimes it's better not to mention Chen Guzi's rotten sesame seeds. This trip has caused you some trouble. I feel sorry for the old monk. I don't know how to apologize to you some." The old abbot seemed so decadent. Mr. Shen knew that it was a good time to change the topic.

"Old abbot, you owe us a favor now. I don't need you to do anything. Just tell me a story, no more or less, a story, and let me taste it, and this favor will be replaced."

"Well, those donors, what stories do you want to hear?"
Chapter completed!