A barber store called "Hyakki" has opened nearby.

The business is very busy.

I was on vacation today and my hair was growing.

I took some time off and planned to go to the shop.

Came to the front of the store, was stopped by the clerk.

"Sir, the store has a small rule." The clerk said.

"Oh? Say?" I smiled.

"You can't bring a mirror when you go in, and this one is especially large." The clerk said with a bitter smile.

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

"But the rules just can not bring ah." The clerk looked helpless and pointed to the cabinet at the door.

I can only put my gossip mirror into the cabinet muttered: "If you know it's not because this store just opened, want to get together a lively. Hearing such words I turned around and left, know not?"

The clerk nodded vigorously and said, "Do not mean."

When I went in, I felt a dimness.

Inside and outside the brightness is completely two levels.

"Here are not transparent well?" I asked, puzzled.

"Maybe it's because it's cheap, and I just came. So it's like this, forgive me." The clerk said.

A whole wall in the room was covered with mirrors, and the ceiling was lined with incandescent lights.

Unfortunately, for some reason, the incandescent lights seemed very old.

The light was dull and white, but it was okay.

Just sitting down, the clerk told me about the special features of the store.

The clerk smiled and said, "The razors the masters here are holding are imported from Germany."

"Imported from Germany?" I asked, puzzled.

"There will be a breeze to suck the hair of the support and draw the shaved hair into the razor." The clerk said proudly.

I curiously looked at the barber store floor, indeed a spotless and other barber stores are different.

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

But I felt there must be something fishy here, because it was getting fishy.

"The master who cut your hair has not yet come." The clerk said with a smile.

Since the master hadn't come yet, I could only talk to the clerk.

When I asked about the owner of the store, the clerk just smiled and did not answer.

In my side attack that the shopkeeper is stingy even this little thing are not willing to say.

The clerk only stammered and told me that the store was just a side business of the owner.

And the clerk told me something unbelievable.

The clerk said with a bitter smile, "Because I saw it was a Taoist priest, I just remembered that my interview was actually in a temple. And."

"And what?" I was flooded with underestimation and some curiosity.

"I also thought it was strange that the person who gave me the interview was an old monk." The clerk said with a smile.

I laughed and said, "The boss has a big family, not to see Shaolin Temple are listed. Give the interview is a monk is not strange."

The clerk said with a smile: "Eh, when will the dojo be listed ah."

I gave him a step down, he blocked me.

I said with a bitter smile, "I'm an orphan, I've lived in the Taoist temple since I was a child. Otherwise think that there are many people who believe in Taoism? A tenth of those who believe in Buddhism would be smiling."

"Guests do not mean to talk about sad things." The clerk apologized and said.

I just want to continue to talk with the clerk, the distant master came.

I took a look at the master.

Fresh and unpretentious, hair is very casual.

Unlike other barbershop masters are oddly shaped colorful hair.

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

"Shi.... Customer is a haircut or dyeing and perming?" The master said with a smile, half-standing hand forced to suppress the impulse to put down.

This I almost laughed out loud.

"To say is the giver, right." I said with a smile.

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

I took a closer look at the sideburns on the master's head, which is simply a glued-on wig.

"Ahem, sorry. The habit has not changed, see laugh." Master said with a bitter smile.

"Casual haircut is fine." I said with a smile.

"Then also please Shi.... Guests come here to wash a hair." The master said again.

"Wash your hair? I just cut a hair by the way to see what they say that hair-eating razor, no need to wash your hair." I said.

"Uh, this is the rule. You have to wash your hair before you cut it." The master said with a smile.

"They have so many rules." I followed the master inside.

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

The master pointed to the small bench.

I reluctantly sat up and took a look at the water and said, "Master this, people wash their hair are running water. How do we this?"

The master smiled and said, "This is soap water, good for hair."

"Not right master, how I ask how this water has a strange smell ah?" I said.

"Impossible, is the smell of soap horn." The master stammered and said.

"Well, well, I'll see what I can do." I sat on the bench.

The master took the ladle and spooned the water from top to bottom, beating it on top of my hair.

So many years in the Taoist temple, the incense burning with ash to water I still smell out.

I closed my mouth and nose tightly.

After three times of water.

I asked curiously, "What? No shampoo?"

The master smiled and said, "It's already good, that's how it is here."

I helplessly followed the master to sit on the haircut.

I was not covered with a hair-proof shawl, which was refreshing.

The master took out the electric razor.

Looked no different from the razor in other stores.

I smiled and said, "Master, did you get the wrong one?"

"No, it's not. Look just fine." Master a razor picked away a bit of my sideburns.

Sure enough the hair fell out of thin air.

I could feel the breeze blowing between my neck.

Do not let use the mirror, there must be a problem.

I secretly took out the usual hidden in the sleeve of the small gossip mirror, which is a defense against things.

I relied on the reflection of the small gossip mirror actually saw a black body and white hair ghost wrapped around my neck.

I was startled, but the body did not make any movements.

This ghost wrapped around my neck, is it going to suck the aura?

I carefully illuminated the ghost, but I could not recognize it.

The least I like to read on a regular basis is the Shanhaijing, which I can recognize this thing.

The master seriously shaved his head did not pay attention to me.

I felt something wrong, shining around.

Damn, here at least a hundred.

Densely scattered in the house, around a guest.

It turns out that the cool air on the neck is these ghosts blowing suction emitted.

Watching the master every time he cut my hair, these little ghosts will be excited to go around the cut hair to suck a clean.

This was followed by a look of pleasure.

I can't sit still, the magic weapon is in the cupboard at the door again.

The palm-sized gossip mirror in the hand does not work.

These monks are also estimated to collude with the ghosts, so go on people are not sooner or later they will be sucked out of the essence.

In addition to just the water, it is estimated that the spirit of ecstasy water.

Sitting in the chair I was unconsciously scared.

I pretended to be calm and whispered to the master: "We have so many ghosts here, how do you still have the heart to cut the hair?"

I know I said loudly may not even get out of this door today, I can only whisper.

"Master, can see?" The master said in surprise.

"Of course I can see, how is it that I have to shout to let everyone here hear the ghost?" I said calmly, inside has exploded.

"Which master, come with me." Said the master put down the elevator knife. I also stood up a strong picking neck.

Do not need the small gossip mirror I know the little ghost still haunting me.

Master walked toward the inside, did not intend to take me out.

Walked to the inside of the room into a wooden door, I looked around the scene can only follow the master walked in.

Should let me take the back door, I thought.

Clenched fist in hand, full of Taoist fist.

I do not believe it, practicing for so many years Taoist fist introductory can not beat the ghosts can not beat these people.

Just entered the room, the master immediately took off the wig and said, "Oh Maitreya Buddha, really is too uncomfortable."

I looked at the nine scars on the master's bald head, really is a monk.

"This way please, master." Master said.

"To take me to what?" I said in confusion.

"To see the abbot." The master said.

This.... Things too big to do?

To pay hush money?

Or to keep quiet?

"They are real monks, right?" I said in shock.

"Yes, monks do not lie." The master said.

Well, it's a good thing that real monks don't kill people.

No, wait.

A few months ago also saw what Thailand's Fuhu Temple, captive tigers secretly selling tiger bone wine.

This, not a urine, right?

I was so scared that I didn't move.

"Master? What's wrong." The master said.

"We will not mess with it, right?" I shivered and said.

"No, you can rest assured." The master said.

Sure enough, the room here is a dark tunnel, a link to this next street of the temple of the newspaper.

But the right eye but there is no way to find this thing.

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

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

As he passed me, he whispered, "The abbot let pass."

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

The old abbot said, "Since you can see, to show that you have a destiny with Buddha."

I nodded my head.

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

"What is the origin of these little kids, won't they have problems with people?" I asked.

"These little ghosts in the mouth are forgetfulness, ghosts and monsters that feed on hair." The old abbot said.

"Forgetfulness?" I repeated the chant, but could not recall the name.

"Hair is the source of worries, three thousand worries why not forget it. And these forgetfulness will also take away the guest's worries when they eat the hair." The old abbot said.

The old abbot said here I finally remembered that this monster has a preference for men and women.

Prefer to eat men's hair, those middle-aged on the shedding of the men must be wrapped around the neck of one.

I remember when my brother took me to identify, is to open the smile Sun Yalong live.

With the gossip mirror shining laughing Sun Yalong, I saw a body black hair snow white fat kid squatting on the head of laughing in the gossip mirror.

This time did not recognize, should be because which is really too fat.

"I understand all the reasoning, but why would appear in the barber store?" I asked, puzzled.

"This well, these forgetfulness originally resided in this temple. Originally, there are monks who shave their heads and become monks every year, and these hairs are the food for forgetfulness. But the number of monks is getting smaller and smaller, and in modern times we can't afford to feed these forgetfulness." The old abbot said.

"This...." I sighed speechlessly, thinking about the Taoist temple now seems worse.

"In earlier years, we had to have the monks go out and pretend to be shopkeepers to collect long hair everywhere for these forgetfulness. But gradually also supply can not be, a highly educated monk out of the monastery came up with this way to open a hairdressing store." The old abbot said.

"Then how do they ensure that there will be no problems?" I asked again.

"Remember washing your hair before? Those water with incense ash." The old abbot said.

I nodded my head, and sure enough, I smelled right.

"So that in the hair of these forgetfulness will not touch, and cut off will be eaten by forgetfulness. Plus the hair cut are the monks in the temple, forgetfulness does not dare to mess around." The old abbot said.

"Will not run out?" I asked curiously.

"Here and the barber store through, forgetfulness during the day to go out to work. At night it will be called back, just a hundred so the barber store called a hundred ghosts." The old abbot said.

I nodded my head faintly said: "They Shaolin Temple listed, and this has something to do with it? Make money?"

"There is a trace of association, we have other industries." The old abbot said.

Crap, the monks do not play deceitful words.

No wonder this Shaolin Temple can be listed.

"Well, asked almost the same hair Shih-jen still cut?" The old abbot asked.

I nodded my head.

"Walk back from where you came from, in search of just that Master Yuankong on it." The old abbot finished and continued to recite the scriptures.

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

The mind immediately thought of our old gourmets.

Hungry are thin into a ball, think back then, but can swallow heaven and earth big guy.

It's time to engage in a gourmand garbage collection station, maybe listed on it.

Six months later, the recycling station was built the second month.

Unfortunately, the recycling station is considered a government unit can not make a profit, just to the sanitation workers payroll is losing money every month.

Taoist temple would have been less people, and now the Taoist temple out as sanitation down the family is still a loss.

Fortunately, the old gourmets are fat a lot.

"Shut up, a stupid lack. Taught how many times do not know not to classify, you know to swallow in the stomach. This water bottle is worth 30 cents, give me spit it out." I patted the gourmand's stomach and scolded.