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Chapter 111 Sending the Buddha Away
The next day.
White Horse Temple.
Chen Mo stood at the entrance, shielding his eyes from the sun with one hand as he looked inside White Horse Temple.
Alcohol is truly unpleasant to drink. In his past life, when he was in a bad mood, drinking until his head felt dizzy seemed quite nice.
But this body had never touched alcohol before, and on top of that, he was in a pretty good mood.
So it tasted exceptionally foul.
However, he wasn't one to spoil the fun.
In the end, he still accompanied Elder Liu in drinking two cans of beer.
Being slightly tipsy did make it easier to sleep.
“Over here.”
Uncle Wang, wearing a white undershirt and a pair of large boxer shorts, walked over from the side while fanning himself with a round fan.
Ever since he transmigrated, he had seen Uncle Wang wearing this outfit; he had never seen him change.
The only exception was that one time at his house when he saw the trendy version of Uncle Wang.
“Don't even mention it. Last time, your Auntie Niu thought I was having an affair.”
“She bought me a bunch of clothes appropriate for my age. This style, she got seven or eight sets, so I just rotate through them every day.”
Hearing Uncle Wang's helpless grumbling, Chen Mo shook his head and chuckled.
Then, the two of them said in unison:
“Shall we go?”
“Shall we go?”
They glanced at each other, both afraid the other wouldn't actually go in to pray.
...
At the same time.
Outside White Horse Temple.
A burly middle-aged man stood behind a souvenir stall, watching the passing crowd.
He was from the Provincial City Bureau, here on an out-of-town case, and had already coordinated with the local Municipal Bureau.
A voice came through his hidden earpiece: “Repeating the objective of this arrest mission once more.”
“The secret signal is: after offering incense, strike up a conversation with the elderly person under the tree, then hand over the heroin.”
“Note: the target's appearance and age are unknown. They have extremely strong counter-surveillance capabilities. You must confirm the target before making the arrest to avoid alerting them and ruining the operation.”
“...”
...
Inside White Horse Temple.
At this moment, people were coming and going in an endless stream.
The temple layout faced south; it was clearly organized with the Mountain Gate, Mahavira Hall, Great Buddha Hall, Jieyin Hall, Qingfeng Terrace, and so on, all arranged in a distinct hierarchy.
Chen Mo and Uncle Wang were headed for the Jieyin Hall.
According to the introduction on the guide sign, although the Jieyin Hall was small, it was quite effective for making wishes. A lay Buddhist had once used gold to regild the three Buddha statues there.
In any case, there were few people here right now, making it very suitable for the two of them.
Arriving at the Jieyin Hall.
The two exchanged a look.
“You go first.”
Uncle Wang gestured that he was older and an elder, so he wouldn't compete with Chen Mo.
Of course, that wasn't what he was thinking in his heart.
Chen Mo definitely carried a massive amount of bad luck.
He had to see Chen Mo finish praying with his own eyes first.
“Whatever.”
As he spoke, he went to the side to wash his hands, commonly known as hand purification.
Then he bowed three times and was done.
Seeing this, Uncle Wang felt relieved and stepped forward to bow as well.
A moment later, the two of them walked out of the Jieyin Hall.
“I don't know if it's psychological or what, but I suddenly feel like a lot of pressure has been lifted.”
As Uncle Wang spoke, he wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Summer was like this, hot from morning till night.
Going out for sightseeing was nowhere near as comfortable as lying in a hotel with the air conditioning on.
“I'm going to buy a popsicle. Wait for me.”
Uncle Wang scanned the surroundings and his eyes landed on a sliding-door freezer under a tree.
He walked over in a few quick steps.
The freezer's main purpose was to sell water and such, but since most people here were tourists, the freezer usually contained cold water and popsicles.
The stall owner was an elderly woman about his age, currently sitting in a chair taking a nap.
Can you really make money doing business like this?
Uncle Wang grumbled to himself.
While calling out to the stall owner, he reached in and pulled out two Old-fashioned Popsicles.
Turning his head and seeing her staring intently at him, Uncle Wang frowned.
“What are you looking at me for? How much for two popsicles.”
“Fifty cents for one, one yuan for two.”
That's so expensive.
But then again, it was a tourist spot, so high prices were understandable.
He fished a five-yuan bill out of his pocket and handed it to the stall owner.
“Give me four yuan back.”
After taking the change, Uncle Wang intended to leave, but then he thought about how she was the same age as him yet hadn't retired to enjoy her later years. Her life probably wasn't very easy, so his heart softened.
He sat down on a chair and said in a consoling tone, “Old sister, the profit from selling water and popsicles isn't that high to begin with. You really should change your business attitude.”
“Strive to make more money so you can retire early; that's the right way to go.”
Having said his piece, Uncle Wang left.
As for whether she would listen to him or not, that had nothing to do with him anymore.
“Here.”
Uncle Wang handed a popsicle to Chen Mo, and the two of them walked toward the temple exit.
This place wasn't particularly interesting.
“What time is your ticket? I'll see you off.”
“Also, Xiao Liu is busy with work, so you should take him with you while you're at it.”
“Otherwise, having him in Luocheng always makes me worry so much I can't sleep.”
As he spoke, a look of distress appeared on his face.
Then he looked back at White Horse Temple and slapped his forehead.
How could he have forgotten to call Xiao Liu over to pray as well?
That way, his heart could finally be completely at ease.
“I can manage Xiao Liu at work, but I can't control his private life.”
Chen Mo had also seen that Xiao Liu and Sister Qing were truly in love.
Naturally, he wasn't willing to step up and play the villain.
Moreover, setting aside Uncle Wang's concerns, the two of them were actually a good match.
At the very least, neither of them had a temper; they were both mild-mannered people.
“No need to see me off. You should go back to the hotel and rest.”
He looked at Uncle Wang, who was eating a popsicle with sweat pouring down his forehead.
They were comrades-in-arms after all; even though he was this hot, he still thought about seeing him off.
A tiny spark of touched emotion rose in his heart.
“That won't do. I must watch you leave...”
“Wait, I mean, with our relationship, I must see you off!”
Uncle Wang's expression was firm, as if he absolutely had to see him off today, and not doing so would be looking down on him.
Seeing this, Chen Mo pretended not to understand the meaning behind his previous words and nodded.
...
...
“A few of you come with me to tail that old man. He matches the secret signal.”
“The rest of you, keep eyes on the freezer stall owner.”
In front of the souvenir stall, Zuo Kang, the detective from the Provincial City Bureau, issued the command.
The moment he left the stall, a new officer took his place.
They followed them all the way to the train station.
Seeing this, Zuo Kang frowned slightly.
“Is he planning to run?”
He turned and instructed the team members behind him.
“One person go into the station and check that young man's luggage. If there's an issue, arrest him immediately.”
“You, stay with me and be ready to make an arrest at any moment.”
In Dragon Country, whenever it involves drugs, it's better to arrest the wrong person than to let a suspect go.
At least that old man performed the secret signal; arresting him wouldn't be unjustified.”
Even if he wasn't the one, everyone would feel more at ease.
Watching the two team members hurry into the station.
Zuo Kang's attention was now entirely focused on Uncle Wang.
He saw that he was just chatting with the young man at the entrance and had no luggage.
“It looks like he's seeing someone off.”
“When he starts to head back, arrest him immediately!”