I thought Tianxin's storyteller-like narration might be something made up by children who like to brag. Unexpectedly, even Staff Officer Li confirmed these words, which made Meng De have new plans in his mind. It is expected that it would be more convenient for one person to collect information like looking for a needle in a haystack than to find a team with the same goal to join. Moreover, because of his special status, many things are inconvenient to operate. I remember when I was here just now, a small vendor saw that I was a foreigner and quickly used self-taught English to sell his products to him. As a result, he didn't understand a word, and finally forced both parties to speak Chinese. Just completed the transaction.
Seeing that Meng De was still hesitating, Staff Officer Li did not press any further and quickly smoothed things over and said, "You can think about this slowly. Looking at me like this, we probably have to stay here for a while."
Meng De also walked down the stairs, "I will think about this matter carefully. Although we do have the same goal, our motives are different. I'm afraid that we will have to break up again. I don't want to experience it again." This feeling.”
"Then you can make a decision when we leave this place. We need to solve some of the things at hand first." With that, Xuan Yi pulled Tian Xin and exchanged glances with Counselor Li before leaving the meditation room.
"You said that if Meng De comes with us, won't all our secrets be disclosed to him in the future? Can the minister have an explanation?" Although Tianxin felt that there was nothing wrong with Meng De, he had a special status after all. , it is very difficult for them to completely trust this foreigner.
"Do you remember Madeleine?" Xuan Yi turned his head and looked at Tianxin.
Tianxin suddenly realized, "Oh, I understand what you mean."
"You go find Master Puxuan, and I'll go back and see Wen Na. Do you remember what I told you?" Xuan Yi said to Tianxin seriously while walking at the fork in the road.
"Remember, that's it. I'm not a master. I always forget things when I get older. Speaking of which, we have been together for so long, and we usually scold him behind his back. Now I miss him." Tianxin walked to the left side of the fork in the road, leading directly to the front yard of Ganden Monastery.
"Now that the matter here is settled, let's take some time to go back and see the master!" Xuanyi said to Tianxin's back, then returned to Wen Na's Zen room, meditating on the futon on the ground, and watching over Wen Na.
As these past scenes about Xuan Yi and the Yuanchu people were displayed in front of Hariya, it also somewhat understood what kind of existence the Yuanchu people were. Perhaps this would be more conducive to my getting along with them in the future.
"Since the time and space of the early Yuan Dynasty and that of your parents has entered the end of the world, wouldn't all the things they are doing now be in vain?" Hariya thought of the broken world I told him. People like them Wouldn't your efforts be in vain...
"Of course it won't be in vain. Everything they did before is now what I want to do. It's just that in this time and space, we can do more things they didn't do!" I calmed down and thought about what I had just done. The lofty ambitions when I came to this time and space, and remembering what I had entrusted to the old monk at Banshan Temple that night, maybe it was time to move forward with this plan.
"Hariya, do you still remember where we just came to this time and space?"
"Of course I remember, we also encountered a lot of troubles? Could it be related to what happened that night when people mentioned this in the early Yuan Dynasty?" Hariya has a good memory, and he still has some impressions of the conversation between me and the old abbot that night.
"That's right, I've seen everything I've been thinking about in this time and space, and we're going to do something big next!"
One day later, I once again returned to this familiar city, surrounded by a narrow moat, the prominent peaks on the east side of the city, and the shining golden temple hall halfway up the mountain. In order to avoid causing panic, Hariya and I still chose He fell to the ground outside the city, and then walked into the city along the moat.
Life in the suburbs is still full of the atmosphere of the city, which is also the atmosphere I am familiar with. In that world of mine, my daily life is just to play games and take care of my closest sister.
It seems that we are going to the market today. The small road is crowded with people, shoulder to shoulder. On both sides of the road are small stalls set up by small vendors. The more outgoing vendors are selling hard at the top of their voices, while the autistic vendors are On the other hand, someone walked up to the stall and said, "Would you like some? This one is cheap."
All kinds of things in the world.
Passing through an alley, the sound of hawking was still endless, but when I passed by an old man selling vegetables, I felt something was wrong. When I looked back, I saw two frames of white food in front of him. It seemed that he had sold a lot of radishes, but he was not happy at all at this time. Instead, he looked around helplessly, buckling the straw sandals under his feet with his toes, holding a banknote in his hand and shaking slightly. Trembling.
This situation was not uncommon in my previous life. Some unscrupulous people used fake banknotes to deceive elderly people and bully them for their poor eyesight. However, an old man like this usually earns a little money by selling two vegetables, just to make ends meet, but now he has suffered such misfortune.
"Hariya, here comes the work!" I said, walking up and pretending to be a vegetable buyer, asking how much a pound of radishes cost.
The old man's eyes flashed, and he spoke the price after a long while. I understood that he had adjusted his mood before he dared to speak, otherwise he might not be able to hold back as soon as he spoke.
"Grandpa, can I see this money of yours?" I pretended to pick the carrots, but my eyes were fixed on the brand-new banknote, which can be regarded as a relatively exquisite counterfeit currency.
"Just now, a middle-aged man came to buy half a box of radishes and gave me this money. But when I just took the money to buy medicine, the girl at the drugstore said it was fake money." The old man burst into tears. It almost came out of my eyes, and I felt like I wiped it with my sleeve.
I took the money from the old man's hand and pretended to observe it carefully. In fact, I asked Hariya to sense the smell on the money, and then go find the person who did this heinous thing.
"Enter the Yuan Dynasty people, where are the auras of several people above?"
It seemed that the money had passed through the hands of more than one person, so he asked the old man again, "Do you still remember who gave you this money? What does it look like?"
"She was a middle-aged woman. She said she was going to have a banquet, so she bought a lot. She wore a blue dress and spoke in a high-pitched voice...I don't remember the rest." The old man tried his best to recall. , in the end I only thought of these two sentences.
"I just thought I saw such a person. Just wait here for a while and I'll go find him!" I comforted the old man and asked Hariya to start tracing the breath on the nearby banknote.
The small vendors going to the market today stretch for several streets, and there have been several groups of people buying things. It is quite difficult for Hariya to find someone who has touched this money among so many people. easy...
After walking a few steps, Hariya led me to stop in front of a fish stall, but the owner was a man and he smelled of fish.
"Hariya, are you sure you're not mistaken?"
"It does smell fishy..." Hariya was the first to find the wrong person, and she was a little embarrassed.
"Maybe this woman wants to deceive this fish seller. She has good eyesight, so she shouldn't be fooled."
Then Hariya locked in another location, and when she got there, she found an old woman with white hair sitting at the stall. There were many side dishes on the stall, and some of them had not even washed the mud. At this moment, she was also holding a wad of change in her hand, and I noticed that the one at the bottom was just like the one in the old man's hand just now, but she hadn't noticed it yet.
Poor people like them might take such brand-new money and hide it in their small money cabinets until they need money urgently. If the money they have collected for relief is eventually found to be counterfeit, they will It was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, how desperate they must be...
I am determined to save mankind from disasters, not only the natural disasters caused by this invasion, but also the man-made disasters hidden in the ugly human nature. So since I encountered such a thing today, I simply "rooted it out."
Hariya quickly located the next person. This place was already at the edge of the market, and the flow of people was not as crowded as before. In front of him, there was a man in conspicuous clothing sitting on the side of the road, shouting and selling.
"It's her who came from the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty!" Hariya said with certainty after confirming the person's aura, adding the previous description of the grandfather, and the big radish placed on her stall.
"I didn't expect this person to really know how to do business..." Even though I had awakened my consciousness to this point, I never thought that there was another way to do business. I would use counterfeit currency to "purchase" goods in the market, and then find a place to sell by myself. This is a surefire way to make a huge profit.
I walked up and pretended to ask about the price, and this middle-aged woman answered me enthusiastically in a thin voice. If I didn't know her background, maybe I would still regard her as a warm and honest businessman.
"I saw an old man selling radishes today. The varieties he sells are the same as yours, and his ones are cheaper than yours. And your coriander, there is a shop in front of you that sells it cheaper than yours." I She looked up at him, eyes fixed on hers.
"These are all home-made, they are almost the same, and this is the market price." The middle-aged woman's eyes darted from side to side, not looking directly into my eyes.
How can a person with evil intentions calmly answer such a question? !
"Do you know an old man who sells this kind of radish? He wears straw sandals and carries two baskets on a pole. There is also an old woman with white hair. She sells the same things as you, green onions, coriander and the like?"
At this time, the woman was no longer calm. She hesitated for a long time, and finally said angrily, "If you want to buy something, just buy it. How can you bargain like this!"
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