While!

While Mo Chen was sitting on the bed thinking about his debts, a simple and melodious bell floated outside the window.

Is it the big clock that I hit myself?

In that dream, it was obvious that he was drunk and sleeping there, but the reality was that he was about to commit suicide by hitting it......

Mo Chen touched the white gauze on his forehead, felt the pain in the center of his forehead, and couldn't help but have a wry smile on his face, it was better to live in a dream......

After washing up and having breakfast, Mo Chen went out and walked straight towards the bell tower, he wanted to see where he had been reborn.

The bell tower is in the front yard, in front of the Zixiao Palace, where the Sanqing god statue is enshrined, and the room where Mo Chen lives is in the backyard, a short distance away, fortunately, this Taoist temple is not so big, but it took three or five minutes to walk to the front yard.

In the Zixiao Palace, the Taoist Master of Ming Ding was leading the Taoist people who were full of meditation there, this was their morning class, and there was no one in front of the bell tower, only Mo Chen, who had nothing to do, was looking there.

Said to be a bell tower, in fact, it is a small pavilion, under the pavilion hangs a bronze bell, the style is simple, carved with some patterns that I don't know what things are, it seems to be a group of people worshipping something, Mo Chen can't see it, he faintly has a sense of intimacy with this big bell, it is a spontaneous feeling of the body, and it has nothing to do with his soul and reason, maybe it's because of his blood, the so-called flesh and blood are connected?

Mo Chen was joking with himself, but he was quietly looking at the environment near the bell tower, it was a large meadow, and there were a lot of flowers planted on the grass, and stone tables and stone benches were placed, thinking that it was for pilgrims to rest.

It is said that there was once a poor boy who made a wish to turn over here, and finally became the richest man in the country, just for the name of the richest man, I don't know how many people came to incense, and there were a lot of people who achieved their wishes.

However, Qingfeng Temple is only open on weekends and two days, and does not receive pilgrims during the rest of the time, and the Taoist priests in the temple have to do their daily homework, meditate and chant scriptures, and they do not have so much energy to usher in the send-off every day. Moreover, the richest man donates a lot of money every year, which is enough for everyone in this Taoist temple to use for more than a year.

It was summer, the sun on the mountain was rising early, Mo Chen stood there with a hint of heat, he silently thought that they were all people who had died once, but they would never be killed again.

"Master Wu is better, the world's mundane things are disturbing, you still need to look away, don't be too persistent. ”

At the moment when Mo Chen was staring at the big bronze bell in a daze, a gentle and friendly voice came from beside him, it was the master of this Qingfeng Temple.

"When I was young, I often encountered difficult things, but when I saw a lot, I also wanted to open up, life is hard, and all I can do is to move forward firmly, as the great man said, 'Fighting with people is endlessly fun.'" Wu Shizhu doesn't care too much about the result in everything, just look at everything and enjoy the fun. "Ming Dingdao is a long and earnest way.

Mo Chen's home is in a small town at the foot of the mountain, when this Guan Master was still a little Taoist, Mo Chen's parents were very good to him, so this Mingding Daoist is very familiar with Mo Chen, and he is also very close, he can't bear to see Mo Chen looking for a short time again, so he spoke out to convince him.

"The Taoist chief is right, Wu Si has been taught. Mo Chen nodded and said firmly.

Seeing Mo Chen's appearance, it really didn't look like he was going to commit suicide, Ming Ding Daoist nodded, took out a bank card from the wide sleeves of the robe, handed it over, and said, "In your current situation, I can't help you too much, I can only help you repay your debts, and I hope you can do it yourself." ”

"I can't help it, I can't help it, this is the incense money that the pilgrims gave to the Taoist temple, how can I ask for it?" Mo Chen waved his hand, unwilling to take it, Mingding Daoist treated him very well, he didn't want Mingding to be accused by a group of Taoists for helping him embezzle the money of the Taoist temple.

"Take it, this is my own money, when Mr. Ma was desperate, I lent him the incense money in the Taoist temple, and then he developed and gave me some shares, which is the dividend I get. Daoist Ming Ding shoved the card into Mo Chen's hand and explained.

Mr. Ma's company shares and dividends?

Mo Chen's eyes changed when he looked at Daoist Mingding, that was a business tycoon, and he was quite famous in the world, wouldn't Daoist Mingding be a billionaire?

Thinking that he owes only millions of dollars and is about to die or live, he is really more popular than people!

Thinking that a billionaire had lent him millions, Mo Chen no longer shirked, and took it, he secretly swore in his heart that he would definitely return it to the Taoist chief a hundred times and a thousand times in the future.

After recuperating in the Taoist temple for a few days, Mo Chen went down the mountain, and with money in his hand, there was naturally no need to hide on the mountain to escape from the creditor.

The town is not big, but it is very quiet, because his parents left early, and he has been studying and working outside all the year round, most of the people in the town do not know him, and he is happy not to say hello, and he has arrived at his home in three steps and two steps.

Just the scene in front of you?

Mo Chen had a wry smile on his mouth, the small bungalow, the gate, and the walls were full of people writing words such as repaying debts and killing the whole family with various colors of paint, which looked quite shocking.

'Welcome to Beijing, share your breath in the sun......'

Suddenly, Mo Chen's mobile phone rang, it was someone calling him, this is strange, since he learned that he owed a debt, no one of a kind of friends contacted him, and he blocked all the creditors, how could anyone look for him?

After hesitating, he still picked up the phone: "Hey, how are you?"

"Are you Wu Si, where are you now, are you okay?" was a somewhat familiar female voice, and the tone of slightly nervous concern came up with a quality three questions, but Mo Chen didn't hear who it was.

"I'm Wu Si, who are you?" asked Mo Chen suspiciously.

"I'm Luo Yiyi, you forgot about me, where are you now, I heard from a friend that you owe a lot of money, how are you?"

Loy!

Mo Chen's heart suddenly appeared in the figure of a thin girl, it was a table mate in high school, she was tall, but she wore eyes and braces all the year round, she didn't dress up much, she looked low-key and easy to bully, if he hadn't helped her several times, I was afraid that she would be bullied to death by those girls at school.

"It's you, old classmate, how are you doing now, why are you interested in calling me?"

"Where are you now?"

"Where can I be, the house in Shanghai has been mortgaged, I can only go back to my hometown, I am now a debtor with millions of debts, why, do you still want to come to me?" Mo Chen joked without taking it seriously.

"And if you still have the heart to joke, then it must be okay? Okay, you wait, I'll look for you." After Luo Yiyi finished speaking, she hung up the phone......

Hehe, bronze bells, bronze bells, you must all understand......