There is a barber shop called "Hyakki" nearby. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Business is very busy.

Today is a holiday, and my hair has grown.

After taking a break, I planned to join in the fun.

When I came to the door of the store, I was stopped by the clerk.

"Sir, there's a little rule in the shop. The clerk said.

"Oh, you say?" I smiled.

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

"Eh, little brother. It's not a mirror, it's the guy I'm eating. I said.

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

I could only put my gossip mirror in the cabinet and muttered, "You have to know that it's not because you just opened this store and want to join in the fun." I turned around and walked away, you know?"

The clerk nodded vigorously and said, "Don't be embarrassed." ”

When I entered, I felt a faint light.

The brightness inside and outside are exactly two levels.

"You don't have any light here, do you?" I asked, confused.

"Maybe it's because it's cheap, I've just arrived. That's why it's like this, forgive me. The clerk said.

The room had an entire wall of mirrors and a ceiling full of incandescent lights.

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

The lights are dim and white, but it's still in the past.

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

The clerk smiled and said, "The razors in the hands of the masters here are all imported from Germany. ”

"Imported from Germany?" I asked, confused.

"There will be a breeze that will suck your hair and suck the shaved hair into the razor. The clerk said proudly.

I looked curiously at the floor of the barbershop, it was spotless, unlike any other barbershop.

Of course business was good, and I was surrounded by customers.

But I think there's definitely something wrong here, because it's getting weird and weird.

"The master who cut your hair hasn't come yet. The clerk said with a smile.

Since the master hadn't come yet, I could only chat with the clerk.

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

When he knocked on the side next to me and said that the clerk was stingy and refused to even say this little thing.

The clerk told me that this shop was just a side hustle of the owner.

And the clerk told me something unbelievable.

The clerk smiled bitterly and said, "Because I saw that you are a Taoist priest, I remembered that I was actually in a temple when I was interviewed." And... ”

"And what?" I underestimated, and wondered.

"I also thought it was strange that I was interviewed by an old monk. The clerk said with a smile.

I smiled and said, "The boss's family is a big business, don't you look at the Shaolin Temple is listed." It's not surprising that you were interviewed by a monk. ”

The clerk smiled and said, "Eh, when will your gym be listed?" ”

I gave him the stairs, and he blocked me.

I smiled wryly and said, "I am an orphan and have lived in a Taoist temple since I was a child. Otherwise, do you think that there are many believers, and one tenth of them who believe in Buddhism will secretly laugh. ”

"Don't be embarrassed, the guest said that you were sad. The clerk apologized.

I was just about to continue the conversation with the clerk when the master came from afar.

I glanced at the master.

Fresh and refined, the hair is very casual.

Unlike other barbershops, the master has strange shapes and colorful hair.

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

"Shi... Customer, are you getting a haircut or dyeing it?" said the master with a smile, his half-standing hand forcibly suppressing the impulse.

I almost laughed out loud.

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

It seems that the boss is a monk, and the master of this barber is also a monk.

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

"Ahem, I'm sorry. The habit has not changed, and I am smiling. The master said with a wry smile.

"Just cut your hair. I said with a smile.

"Then please give ... Guests come here to wash their hair. The master said again.

"I'll just cut my hair, and by the way, look at the hair-eating razor you said, no need to wash your hair. I said.

"Well, that's the rule. Wash your hair before you cut it. The master said with a smile.

"You have a lot of rules. I followed the master in.

A bowl of clear water was in front of me, unlike any other barbershop.

The master pointed to the small bench.

I sat down helplessly, glanced at the water and said, "Master, people wash their hair with running water." What are you doing here?"

The master smiled and said, "This is soaphorn water, which is good for hair." ”

"No, master, why did I ask that there is a strange smell in this water?" I said.

"No way, it's just the smell of soap. The master said in a slurch.

"Okay, I'll see what you can do. "I sat on the bench.

The master took a scoop and slapped the water from top to bottom and beat it on top of my hair.

After so many years in the Taoist temple, I can still smell the ash mixed with water used for burning incense.

I closed my mouth and nose.

After three times of water.

I asked, "What's the matter?"

The master smiled and said, "It's all right, that's how it is here." ”

I reluctantly followed the master to sit in the haircut position.

I wasn't covered with a hair-proof shawl, which was refreshing to me.

The master took out an electric razor.

It looks no different from the razors in other stores.

I smiled and said, "Master, did you take it by mistake?"

"No, no. Just look at it. "The master picked off a little of my sideburns with a razor.

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

I could feel the breeze blowing around my neck.

If you don't let you use a mirror, there must be a problem.

I secretly took out the small gossip mirror that I usually hide in my sleeve, which is something for self-defense.

I leaned on the reflection of the small gossip mirror and actually saw a black, white-haired imp wrapped around my neck.

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

This little ghost is wrapped around my neck, does he want to suck people's aura?

I looked closely at the ghost's appearance, but I didn't recognize it.

My least favorite thing to read on weekdays is the Classic of Mountains and Seas, which I don't recognize.

The master shaved his head seriously and didn't pay attention to me.

I sensed something was wrong and looked around.

Damn, there are hundreds of them here.

Densely scattered throughout the house, surrounded by guests.

It turns out that the cool air on the neck is emitted by these ghosts when they breathe.

Every time the master cut my hair, these little ghosts would excitedly surround me and suck the cut hair clean.

Then a happy expression appeared.

I couldn't sit still, and the artifact was in the cabinet at the door.

The palm-sized gossip mirror in his hand didn't do much.

It is estimated that these monks are also in collusion with ghosts, and if they continue like this, they will not sooner or later absorb all their essence.

After adding the water just now, it is estimated to be ecstasy water.

Sitting in the chair, I was unconsciously scared.

I pretended to be calm and whispered to the master, "There are so many ghosts here, how can you still have the heart to cut your hair?"

I know I'm saying it loud, maybe I can't even get out of this door today, so I can only whisper.

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

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

"Which donor, come with me. After speaking, the elevator knife that the master put down. I also stood up and grabbed my neck vigorously.

I don't need a little gossip mirror, I know that the little ghost is still pestering me.

The master walked inside, not intending to take me out.

I walked to the inner room and entered a wooden door, and I looked at the surrounding scene and could only follow the master inside.

I guess let me go through the back door, I thought.

His hands were clenched, and his mind was full of Taoist fists.

I still don't believe it, after practicing Taoist boxing for so many years, I can't beat ghosts, and I can't beat these people.

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

I looked at the nine ring scars on the master's bald head, and sure enough, it was a monk.

"Donor, please. The master said.

"What are you taking me for?" I said, confused.

"See the abbot. The master said.

This... It's too big to be the master?

Want to pay hush money?

Or do you want to seal it?

"You're a real monk, aren't you?" I said in fright.

"Yes, the monks don't speak. The master said.

Well, it's good that the real monk doesn't kill.

No, wait.

A few months ago, I saw what Thailand Fuhu Temple, captive tigers secretly sell tiger bone wine.

It's not going to be a urine, is it?

I was scared and motionless.

"What's wrong with you, donor? The master said.

"You, you're not going to mess around, are you?" I said, shuddering.

"No, don't worry. The master said.

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

But when I saw it, I couldn't find out about it.

In the Baoguo Temple, an old monk in the main hall is chanting scriptures.

The master took a few steps forward and whispered something in the old monk's ear, and then retreated back to the room where he had just arrived.

When he passed by me, he whispered, "The abbot asked you to pass." ”

I took a few steps forward and stood a short distance away.

The old abbot said, "Since you can see it, it shows that you have a relationship with the Buddha." ”

I nodded.

"I am the abbot of this place, what does the benefactor have to ask?" said the old abbot.

"What's the matter with these little ghosts, won't they have a problem with people?" I asked.

"These little ghosts in your mouth are goblins that forget their worries and feed them with their hair. The old abbot said.

"Forget your worries?" I repeated, but I couldn't remember the name.

"Hair is the source of troubles, why not forget about the three thousand troubles. And when you forget your worries and eat your hair, you will also take away the worries of your guests. The old abbot said.

When the old abbot said this, I finally remembered that this kind of monster has a preference for men and women.

likes to eat men's hair, and those middle-aged men who have lost their heads must have one wrapped around their necks.

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

Using the gossip mirror to smile at Sun Yalong, I saw a fat imp with black hair and snow-white squatting on Xiaoxiao's head on the gossip mirror.

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

"I know the truth, but why is it in the barbershop?" I asked, puzzled.

"Well, these worries are already living in this temple. Originally, there were monks who were ordained every year, and these hairs were food for forgetting worries. But there are fewer and fewer monks, and in modern times, we can't afford to forget these worries. The old abbot said.

"This... I sighed speechlessly, thinking that the Taoist temple seemed worse now.

"In the early years, we had to have monks go out and pretend to be shopkeepers and go around to collect their hair and forget their worries. But gradually the supply was no longer available, and a monk with a high degree of education came up with this way of opening a barber shop. The old abbot said.

"So how can you guarantee that there won't be problems?" I asked again.

"Do you remember how you washed your hair? The old abbot said.

I nodded, and sure enough, I didn't smell wrong.

In this way, these worries on the hair will not be touched, and the cut ones will be eaten by the worries. In addition, the people who cut their hair are all monks in the temple, and they don't dare to mess around. The old abbot said.

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

"It's connected to the barbershop, and I forget about going out to work during the day. At night, they will be called back, just a hundred of them, so the barber shop is called Hyakki. The old abbot said.

I nodded my head and said lightly: "Your Shaolin Temple is listed, does it have anything to do with this?

"There's a little bit of a connection, we have other industries. The old abbot said.

, the monks don't speak...

No wonder this Shaolin Temple can be listed.

"Okay, that's almost the end of the question?" asked the old abbot.

I nodded.

"You walked back from where you came from, and you were looking for the Yuankong master just now. The old abbot continued to read the scriptures.

Touching a third of my shaved hair, I walked back the way I came.

My mind suddenly thought of our gourmet.

The hungry are all thin into balls, thinking that they were big guys who could swallow the world back then.

It's time to set up a gluttonous garbage recycling station, and maybe you will need it to go public.

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

It's a pity that the recycling station is a government unit and can't make a profit, and it is losing money every month just by paying wages to sanitation workers.

There were originally few people in the Taoist temple, and now the whole Taoist temple is still at a loss when the whole Taoist temple goes out to be a sanitation.

Fortunately, the glutton has gained a lot of weight.

"Shut up, you stupid. I don't know how many times I teach it, but I don't know if I don't classify it, but I know how to swallow it in my stomach. This water bottle is worth three cents, spit it out for me. I patted the glutton's stomach and scolded.