When Half Buddha patted his chest like this, the old man raised his head and looked at the Half Buddha monk.

The monk's robe was ragged and he was carrying a travel bag, and he looked fat.

Although this really doesn't look like a monk, it feels quite strange to meet in this situation.

"You...can you help me find my grandson?" the old man murmured.

"Woo..." Banfo pondered in a rigorous posture: "If you are still alive."

Half Buddha still has some habits as a financial person.

The old man was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then he lowered his head and cried.

If you are still alive... it would be great if you are still alive.

Then, the old man fell down, wiped away the tears from his face, calmed down a little, and murmured.

"At that time, I was playing with my grandson in Xisha Park. As I was playing, he disappeared. I don't know where I ran to. I couldn't find him. He disappeared. My soul was gone...my grandson... grandson..."

"Sir, are there anyone other than you who have disappeared?"

"Some...the children from three families are gone, either..." The old man shook like a sieve and murmured: "Ah, the people from the Old Jiang family saw it. It was an evil ghost holding a white banner. It was him who seduced our children's soul."

"The evil ghost holding the white banner..."

Half Buddha pondered, this description is a bit vague and there is no way to judge.

"You didn't call the police?"

"It's useless to call the police. There are no people here, so everyone bows their heads and doesn't look up. In addition, the police dare not interfere with the ghost matter. There are no clues after a while, so what's the use."

The person who spoke was not the old man, but another middle-aged man in a coat. The middle-aged man held his hands, but said: "There is nothing to do in this broken land. No one in the zf unit has gone. The requirements have been reduced again and again. But the young man still ran out and had no labor to supplement it. There was no way to do it."

"What's the use of them? Can those officials handle evil things?"

The old man turned his head and snorted, but he didn't like the middle-aged man, as if he was not a good person.

"Hello, my name is Banfo, I should...well, if it's a ghost, I should be able to help you solve it."

Half Buddha turned his eyes to the middle-aged man beside him. This middle-aged man seemed easier to communicate than the old man, or Half Buddha didn't want to mention the old man's sad things again and again. So he stopped talking more.

There was a local person who knew these things and was in a stable mood here, so he asked him.

"Well, we have invited the master to do rituals, but you can see it too." The middle-aged man took a cigarette and exhaled, "Of course, if you want to take on this porcelain work, I will just say this to you. As you can see, the children have disappeared, and they are all missing under the parents' noses. It's not a ghost."

"Well... from my point of view, there is indeed a yin energy here, looking like a ghost breeding."

Half Buddha touched his bald head, which was a serious matter.

The middle-aged man next to him didn't hear this, but just shrugged.

"Anyway, the money from these parents in the town has been paid, and evil has been driven away. The problem of the child's disappearance has not been found yet. If you don't believe in evil, you can try it."

The middle-aged man looked indifferent, as if the problem of the missing child in the town had nothing to do with him.

Combined with the old man's bad attitude towards the middle-aged man just now, Banfo couldn't help asking: "This, you don't seem to care much about things?"

"How to say, my son is working in another place, and he is in his twenties." The middle-aged man looked at the old man who was still pitying and sad, and said, "Besides, I don't have any empathy for the missing children in the village. You know, I came from another place. A few years ago, my wife and family died in a car accident, so I settled here and opened a convenience store to make a living. These indigenous people are not very good to me, so... right?"

"Oh...so that's it."

When he got married, the local in-laws' family had passed away. This middle-aged man was just an outsider to Tongming Town.

"Oh, this is really difficult to deal with..." Banfo stopped mentioning the man's matter and continued, "Thank you, I'll see if there are any clues here."

"Oh, go."

The middle-aged man looked at the ragged half Buddha and added: "Do you still want to care about this? Parents here shouldn't pay for "exorcism" anymore, let alone... even if you really drive away evil spirits, they might not believe you."

"Haha, it's okay, I won't charge any money for doing this."

"No money?"

The middle-aged man was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the terrible monk in front of him would give such an answer.

Don't charge money to make this mess.

What's the picture?

"What are you trying to do?"

"Well..." Ban Buddha smiled and said, "If you do this, can you sign my 'Medical Jade Disc'?"

Half Buddha took out his "Jade Disc of Merits".

This is not a jade plate. This is just a small book with the same material as the household registration book. The cover of the book contains the four big words "Meditative Jade Plate".

This thing looks neither merit nor jade plate, it is just a small notebook.

However, Ban Buddha took this so-called "Jade Butterfly of Merit" very seriously, as if it was a treasure.

"This..." the middle-aged man said carefully: "Is it a magical little notebook?"

"No, it's just a five-dollar notebook. I wrote the four big words "Merit Jade Plate" on the cover."

This made the middle-aged man speechless. In an instant, some words like "The Supreme Treasure of Buddhism" flashed through his mind...

I didn't expect that it was just an ordinary book.

The middle-aged man couldn't help but say.

"What's the use of that..."

However, Ban Buddha opened this old book, which was filled with human names. The names were written in different words, and they were obviously written by different people.

"Every time I have helped someone, every time I do a good thing, I will ask the beneficiary to sign my 'Medical Jade Disc'. The people on this are the people I have helped."

Half Buddha grinned, but he couldn't say anything.

This middle-aged man is a little stunned. There are so many names on it.

The middle-aged man looked at the serious expression of the Buddha and felt that the monk in front of him was not lying.

"You...you are such a great person..."

"No, no, you're very wrong."

Half Buddha shook his head again.

"I helped so many people, aren't I good people?"
Chapter completed!