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Hanging up the phone, the old village chief closed his eyes deeply.

The ringing rang and the phone called back again.

But his closed eyes didn't mean to open anymore.

He just stood there motionless for a long time.

It's not that he suddenly didn't want to let go of this bottom line.

But he suddenly found out.

Even if he hated the other party for fifty years, in his heart, he was unwilling to let the other party take risks, and lost his life for his own affairs.

The danger of this matter, if you come to help

There is a high probability that you will lose your life here

boom!

The old village chief slammed a hammer on the wall, and opened his eyes again, his eyes blurred with tears.

Destiny!

Why can't you add some sugar to your life?

Even a little bit is fine!

Zhongling.

On the feasting streets, an old monk with a white beard walked steadily on the street.

His eyes were shining, he kept looking on the street, and then he stepped forward and took the initiative to talk with people.

"Donor, it's a sign of the big area to see your Yintang going black."

"Be sick, you only have a bra in Yintang!"

"Donor, you are entangled in karma, and you want to do 203 evil things in your life.

"roll!"

"Donor, your buddha has deep roots and is very destined to my buddhism. You may wish to take refuge in my buddha. The cost of shaving is not high, two million is enough."

"If you have a relationship with Buddhism, you need two million for shaving? Two million is not much.. But master, do you know what my nickname is?"

"Poor monk doesn't know."

"My nickname is the No. 1 Sea King of the South of the Yangtze River. I converted to Buddhism. What should my sisters do? Will my five-inch baby soon be violent?"

If you follow the old monk all the way, you can find a pattern.

That was the person he took the initiative to strike up a conversation with. They all seemed to be rich.

The first one is a lady, the waves are turbulent, her figure and face are well maintained, her body is Hermès, and the Hermès handbag in her hand is a limited edition. The current market price is as high as two million, and there is no market.

When the old monk saw her, she had just come out of a hotel, and her expression was a little hurried.

The second is a big golden chain on his neck. The weather is so cold and he is only wearing an undershirt. The naked eye can see the big man with tattoos all over his body. Hearing the words of the old monk, the other party almost did it directly.

The third one is a young man who has not started the Ferrari door. He is not handsome, but this Ferrari is also in line with the capital he is talking about.

In this way, the old monk was scolded all the way, and his face was almost green in the end.

And until the sun went down, he didn't find anyone who was destined to bring him any so-called sponsorship.

"Yo! The old monk has a bright brain!"

Snapped!

A slap was drawn toward the back of the old monk's head.

The old monk couldn't help it anymore, his face suddenly changed drastically and he caught the hitting hand, and rushed to a remote alley with no one passing by.

The young man who owed his hand was held by his neck with one hand and pressed against the wall. His face was pale and he was obviously frightened. He swallowed deeply: "Da, Master, I'm sorry!

Monks are generally not angry and can be bullied at will.

This is what he sees from an errant book on an errant website.

But..

Looking at the old face in front of him that was so angry that he was about to blow his head with a punch.

Why the hell is not angry?

This is simply horrible than a fucking ghost!

"Amitabha."

And just when the young man was really about to pee his pants in fright.

The white-bearded old monk's face suddenly changed, and his kindness was restored, but he still didn't let go of the young man. One (ahdh) hand pinched his neck, and one hand stood up in front of him and called out the Buddha's horn.

"The poor monk again committed anger. After returning, he confessed in front of the Buddha statue for six months."

He stared at the young man intently, as if he was speaking to the young man, but in fact, he was speaking to himself.

"Master, I'm sorry, I was wrong, really wrong, I will never dare to do it again!"

Seeing the change of the old monk's appearance, the young man heaved a sigh of relief and quickly apologized to the old monk with white beard.

"Amitabha.

The old white-bearded monk once again called the Buddha's title: "The act of the donor is disrespect for the poor monk. The young mind of the poor monk has been traumatized."

He stood firmly in front of him with one hand and slowly lowered his head.

At the same time, the hand holding the young man's collar became even heavier.

"Cough cough cough"

You are afraid that you are twenty or thirty years older than my grandfather, and you have a young heart. You mmp youth choked for a while and coughed. He hurriedly said, "Master, what should I do, please, please tell me!"

"The donor is smart.

The old monk shouted again Amitabha: "The poor monk needs a ticket to Black Province to make up for the trauma of the soul, oh yes, there are also the transportation and food expenses along the way."

"My f*ck, old monk, you are blackmailing

The young man blurted out a big curse, but before he could finish speaking, he snapped, and the hand that was pinching his collar turned to pinching his neck.

His face suddenly turned red, and he slapped the old white-bearded monk's arm, and said with difficulty: "Master, I'm sorry, I'm not talking about you, how much is it, you, just speak up."

The white-bearded old monk loosened a little bit and pinched the opponent's hand, then lifted the other hand and compared it with five fingers.

"Five thousand?"

The young man asked, thinking about it not too much, even if he gave him a lesson that he owed to buy.

But after hearing his question, the old white-bearded monk shook his head.

The young man was taken aback, could it be five hundred?

Then, his eyes widened sharply: "Master, you don't want fifty thousand yuan, do you?"

"Amitabha, the benefactor is wise.

The old white-bearded monk yelled the name of the Buddha and praised the young man.

The youth almost threw up.

fifty thousand!

Damn, do you eat gold along the way?

"Does the donor have any opinions?"

Seeing the youth not speaking for a long time, the white-bearded old monk's eyebrows were slightly condensed, and his hands increased a bit more strength.

"No, no, I have no objection at all.

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