The man is a monk in the inside, and he starts by giving his wife a crown.

No sleep for one night.

When the first ray of morning light penetrated the paper-pasted window lattice and fell into the room, Xiuyuan slowly opened his eyes.

He exhaled a breath of foul air and felt refreshed and his five senses were clear.

Looking at himself again, he looked even more dignified.

There was an indescribable holiness between his brows, his face was calm, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, with a faint smile of compassion.

Judging from his appearance, he is a highly accomplished monk, inspiring respect from the very sight of him.

However, as he glanced across the room, his brow furrowed slightly.

There seemed to be a faint black mist in the air.

The black air was vague and uncertain, like the ink stains in an ink painting, appearing and disappearing.

He looked carefully again, but the black air disappeared again, as if it was just an illusion.

But Xiuyuan knew that this was not an illusion.

After a night of practice, his perception was far superior to that of ordinary people, and he would not have hallucinations for no reason.

There is something wrong with this world.

He recalled the plot of the anime "The Wives of the Takayanagi Family".

The Takayanagi family seems to have always been involved in religious activities.

I vaguely remember that the plot seemed to imply that the Takayanagi family was performing some kind of sacrificial ceremony.

Sacrifice?

Xiuyuan's heart trembled.

Combined with the fleeting black gas in the air, he vaguely felt that this world might be more complicated and more dangerous than it appeared on the surface.

At the same time, at the stairs of the apartment.

Several men in cheap suits and dyed yellow hair gathered together, discussing something in low voices.

They are local thugs who live on the fringes of society and make a living by doing some shady activities.

"Brother, is that monk really okay?"

A man with a pointed chin and monkey-like face rubbed his hands, his eyes flickering.

The man called Big Brother was a fat man with a face full of flesh. He held a cigarette in his mouth and took a deep puff.

"Don't worry, I've already found out. That guy is an illegal immigrant who suddenly appeared without any identification."

"Even if this kind of person disappears, no one will care."

The burly man exhaled a puff of smoke and a sinister smile appeared on his face.

"Kidnap him and sell him on the underground black market. He can get a lot of money."

"This delicate little monk is sure to be very popular."

"Hey hey hey..."

A few thugs laughed obscenely, as if they had seen the white money.

"Brother is wise!"

The man with a pointed chin and monkey face fawned on the master.

"After the matter is done, I will invite Big Brother to go to ** to play with women!"

"roll!"

The strong man cursed with a smile and kicked him, but his face was full of pride.

"Let's get things done first!"

"Send the picture of the little monk to the president and see what he says."

The strong man ordered.

The subordinate immediately took out his mobile phone, found a photo and sent it out.

In the photo, Xiuyuan is wearing a monk's robe and looks solemn and dignified.

On the other side, a middle-aged man with his hair combed backwards was sitting at home, lying on a chair in a very ungraceful manner.

He is the president that the gangsters are talking about, the leader of their small gang.

The president took the photo sent by his subordinate and his eyes fell on Xiuyuan's face in the photo.

He waved his hand and dismissed the men around him.

He was the only one left in the messy office.

The president picked up the phone on the table and dialed a number.

The phone rang a few times and was connected.

A soft female voice came from the receiver, with a hint of laziness and arrogance.

"Which one?"

The president immediately put on a respectful tone and bowed slightly, as if the person on the other end of the phone was standing right in front of him.

"Lady Reika, it's me, Inukai."

"Inukai? What's the matter?"

The female voice's tone remained cold, without any emotion.

"It's like this, Lady Lihua, I have... some new goods."

Inukai said cautiously, with a hint of flattery in his tone.

"new goods?"

The female voice seemed to show some interest, and her tone rose slightly.

"What is it?"

Inukai quickly sent Xiuyuan's photo via mobile phone.

"You will know after you see it, Lady Lihua. It is definitely a tribute of the highest quality."

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone.

After a long time, the female voice sounded again, with a hint of barely perceptible excitement.

"Yes, it is indeed good stuff."

"Inukai, you did a great job this time."

"Thank you for the compliment, Lady Lihua! It is my honor to serve you, Lady Lihua!"

Inukai's voice was trembling with excitement.

"Lady Lihua, please...when will this tribute be delivered to you?"

"Not urgent."

The female voice said calmly.

"I'll leave it with you first. I'll let you know when I need it."

"Yes! Yes! Everything is subject to Lady Lihua's orders!"

Inukai kept bowing into the phone, his tone extremely respectful.

"Also, Inukai."

The female voice suddenly said.

"How's the last thing I asked you to do going?"

Inukai's body stiffened and cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead.

"Lady Lihua, I... I'm working on it quickly and will have news soon."

"It better be this way."

The female voice's tone turned cold, with a hint of threat.

"My patience is limited. If you disappoint me again, you know the consequences."

Chapter 4: This poor monk loves to beg for alms!

The dim corridor was filled with a stale, musty smell mixed with the pungent smell of cheap cigarettes, which made people frown.

As Xiuyuan stepped out of the room, he was stopped by two uninvited guests.

"Master, our boss would like to ask you to perform a ritual."

The one who spoke was the man with a pointed chin and monkey face. He tried hard to force a smile, but his eyes that kept rolling around revealed his sneaky nature.

Next to him, the guy with dyed yellow hair was shaking his legs impatiently, tapping his heels on the ground, like a wild dog waiting for prey.

"The rewards are generous and your satisfaction is guaranteed."

Huangmao added in a frivolous tone, as if he was talking about a trivial transaction.

Xiuyuan clasped his hands together, his solemn face was as calm as a pond, without any emotion fluctuation.

His deep eyes were like two deep ancient wells, and he saw through the clumsy lies of these two guys at a glance.

"Amitabha, subduing demons and eliminating evil is my duty."

Xiuyuan's voice was low and magnetic, with a hint of compassion for the world, as if he was a monk who had seen through the mundane world and understood all the sufferings in the world.

He gently flicked his monk's robe and gestured for the two to lead the way. He looked calm and composed, as if everything was under control.

The two looked at each other and secretly rejoiced in their hearts. The plan seemed to be progressing exceptionally smoothly, just like a fish taking the bait.

"Master, please come this way." The man with a pointed chin and monkey face led the way attentively, nodding and bowing like a pug wagging its tail and begging for mercy.

Downstairs, there was a dilapidated van parked with rust all over its body, as if it had been picked up from a garbage dump.

Xiuyuan sat in the back row, slowly closed his eyes, and began to recite the Six-Syllable Mantra in a low voice.

"Om Mani Padme Hum..."

The low Buddhist chanting echoed in the narrow compartment, carrying a mysterious power that seemed to be able to dispel all evil spirits.

The car started its engine with a harsh roar, and like a dying beast, it staggered towards the suburbs.

The man with a pointed chin and monkey face would occasionally steal glances at Xiuyuan through the rearview mirror.

Seeing that Xiuyuan was caught off guard, he became more and more proud, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a sinister smile, like a fox that stole a chicken.

Huangmao was whistling and humming a little tune, looking relaxed, as if he was on a picnic.

Outside the car window, the tall buildings gradually became scarce, replaced by desolate fields.

The road became increasingly bumpy, with weeds growing on both sides and a dilapidated scene, like a corner forgotten by the world.

Xiuyuan continued to recite scriptures with his eyes closed, seemingly unaware of the changes in the surrounding environment.

The golden Buddha light that faintly appeared around him formed a sharp contrast with the dim light in the car, like a bright lamp in the dark night.

The car finally stopped at an abandoned construction site, which was surrounded by piles of construction waste, like a huge garbage dump.

"Master, we're here." The man with a pointed chin and monkey face got out of the car and opened the back door.

The smile on his face had disappeared, replaced by a ferocious expression, like a wolf that had torn off its disguise.

"Get off, little monk." The yellow-haired man said arrogantly, playing with a dagger in his hand, the blade flashing coldly in the dim light.

Xiu Yuan slowly opened his eyes and his gaze swept over the two of them calmly, like two sharp swords, piercing through their disguise.

"Two donors, what do you mean?"

His voice remained calm, without a trace of panic, as if he had anticipated all this.

"What do you mean? Hand over all the valuables you have!"

The yellow-haired man said viciously, waving the dagger in the air as if threatening a lamb to be slaughtered.

"Otherwise, don't blame us for being rude!"