This monk is a bit mean

No matter whether it is true or not, Yunshu admitted it first and then talked about it.

He just saw the change in Mo Han's expression. When the little Taoist priest said the three words "Beihan Palace", he obviously hesitated.

This proves that Mo Han is very afraid of the Beihan Palace.

If I pretended to be someone from Beihan Palace, the young Taoist priest would definitely not continue to fight me.

The cloud tree could not be destroyed because he could not hold up the huge brick.

If the young Taoist priest had stopped later, Yunshu would have had no choice but to surrender.

Now is the perfect time to take advantage of the situation.

Aren’t you afraid of this Beihan Palace?

I'll scare you enough!

“To be honest with you, Master, I cannot be completely considered a cultivator of Beihan Palace.” Yun Shu put away his skills and began to make up a story.

"Oh? What's the incomplete method?" Mo Han felt relieved.

As long as they are not from Beihan Palace, we can continue the competition.

Mo Han had heard that the people in Beihan Palace were extremely protective of their own people and behaved extremely barbarically.

It is said that in the early years of Beihan Palace, there were people who practiced the art of eating fellow monks.

Improve your cultivation by eating raw monks.

But later it was made a forbidden method by the elders of Beihan Palace.

But these rumors alone were enough to show that the Beihan Palace was someone that Mo Han couldn't afford to offend.

Fortunately, the person in front of me is not a disciple of Beihan Palace.

Then continue.

Mo Han took out the talisman again and was about to make hand gestures to cast the spell.

Yun Shu saw this action completely.

He continued calmly, "I am only the illegitimate son of the Beihan Palace Master."

"Ah! What did you say? Damn!" Mo Han was so shocked that he almost peed his pants.

"You should have told me earlier. This illegitimate child's identity is even more excessive than that of a true disciple. Fortunately, I stopped in time." Mo Han silently felt thankful in his heart.

"I surrender!" Mo Han said, then jumped off the stage cleanly and disappeared into the crowd.

"Amitabha, thank you for letting me!" Yun Shu hypocritically chanted a Buddhist name towards Mo Han's back.

"Fake match! Fake match!" The gamblers who bet on Mo Han to win started shouting.

This is too obvious a fraud. The party that has a complete advantage suddenly surrenders and admits defeat. It would be strange if it wasn't fake.

Yun Shu didn't care about all that. He walked down the stage, went to sit next to Peng Wei, who had won the previous match, and waited for the next match to begin.

After the servants of the Lin Mansion cleaned the ring, the maid in green clothes went on stage and said loudly: "The third match, number three versus number sixty-two."

As soon as No. 3 and No. 62 came on stage, Yunshu couldn't sit still. He scanned the crowd below the stage, found the steward of Baotai Casino, and squeezed over as quickly as possible.

He had to place his bet quickly because he already knew the result of the third match.

Yunshu squeezed behind the housekeeper.

He turned the butler around and asked, "Can we still place bets now?"

When the butler saw that it was the monk who had just defeated Mo Xianren, he was about to get angry, but he immediately changed his expression and replied with a smile: "Sure, sure, the fight hasn't started yet, so it's all right."

"Okay, I'll use all my previous winnings to bet on number three!" Yunshu said.

"All in?" The butler was still a little unconvinced.

In the last game, the monk bet 60 taels, and in the end, according to the odds of 1 to 100, he won 6000 taels. If he wants to bet now, he would have to bet 6000 taels on number three to win.

"Is there any inside story here?" the butler doubted.

"All in!" Yun Shu said affirmatively. He didn't care. He was short of money some time ago and he wanted to make a fortune this time.

The reason why Yunshu was so sure that No. 3 would win was because he knew both people on the stage.

"I am number three, Mutul."

"I'm number 62, Qiao San."

That’s right, the two people standing on the stage now are Mutur and his follower, the woodcutter.

In Yunshu's opinion, how could Mutur lose this competition?

After placing his bet, Yun Shu returned to Peng Wei confidently and sat down to watch the competition.

In this competition, Mutur's odds were 1 to 2. Yunshu calculated that after the competition, he would have taels.

You can just lie down in Chang'an City for many years, why do you still need to practice Taoism or go through training?

No, the bitch still needs to be rescued, so you can save this money first.

After I rescue that bitch, I’ll come back to Chang’an City to live a shameless life.

The plan was set. Yunshu waited for the competition to end, and then went directly to the manager of Baotai Casino to get the silver and stop gambling.

Invest 60 taels and earn taels directly. Who in Chang'an City can do it?

I must talk to that silly boy Li Mao later.

Let him know that his sworn brother not only has unfathomable cultivation, but also has a first-class mind for investment and financial management.

However, after the competition started, it became one-sided.

Qiao San's attack was ruthless, forcing Mutur to the point where he had no power to fight back, just like the situation between Xie Changkui and Peng Wei in the first match.

The audience all envied the gambler who bet on Qiao San.

Even Peng Wei, who was beside Yun Shu, whispered, "I'm afraid number three will lose."

Yun Shu pretended to be serious and said, "I don't think so. Number 3 will definitely be like you, who will fight to the death and finally kill number 62 to win the applause of the whole house!"

"From now on, I will be on the road to financial freedom!" Yunshu said this to himself while gritting his teeth.

Peng Wei didn't understand what Yun Shu meant by his last sentence.

He just shook his head and said, "Look back, there is no lore anymore."

"Really?" Yun Shu turned around.

Yunshu:!!!

"How is this possible? Isn't this cheating?" Yun Shu's face changed drastically and he exclaimed.

Then he turned to the host, the green-dressed maid, and yelled, "You guys need to take care of this, this match is too obviously a rigged one!"

But no one paid any attention to him.

The reason why Yunshu lost control of his emotions was that he saw a result that was completely different from what he expected.

Mutur lost and Qiao San won.

At this moment, there was only Qiao San left on the stage, clasping his fists to the audience around him.

In the audience, Mutur lowered his head and sighed.

And the smiling Baotai Casino manager beside him.

"This, this, this, they are cheating!" Yun Shu turned around and said to Peng Wei in surprise.

Peng Wei felt as if he had seen an idiot. He shook his head and ignored Yun Shu.

Yun Shu turned around and looked at a servant of the Lin Mansion in astonishment, and said, "My money is gone? My life of lying down is gone? My financial freedom is gone?"

The servant turned his back and ignored him.

Servants also have their own hobbies. He has seen Yun Shu like this many times in the casino.

"Brother, this is how casinos are. Winning or losing is unpredictable. It all depends on luck. You can afford to win or lose. How much did you bet?"

Peng Wei, who was beside Yunshu, couldn't bear it anymore and comforted Yunshu.

"I bet 6000 taels!" Yun Shu turned around and said to Peng Wei with a sad face.

Peng Wei looked Yun Shu up and down and thought that this guy didn't look like he had 6000 taels of silver.

"What are you looking at? Don't I look like I have 6000 taels?" Yun Shu said unhappily.

Then he quickly explained, "Yes, I didn't have 6000 taels at the beginning, but in my own match, I bet on myself to win, so the 60 taels turned into 6000 taels. Now these two guys are playing a fake match, and I've lost everything!"

"Then you only lost 60 taels, it's okay, just a small amount of money!" Peng Wei patted Yun Shu's shoulder and continued to comfort him.

Yun Shu said nothing. He lowered his head and touched his bald head, feeling miserable. He muttered, "60 taels, that's all my wealth..."

"No, after today, I must find those two guys. They must give me an explanation!" Yun Shu decided secretly in his heart.