As soon as he said this, the sloppy Taoist gnashed his teeth and said hesitantly: "Brother Zhong must be fine, but he has withdrawn from the world and is living a stable life at home. Isn't it a bit unethical for us to invite him over again?

Besides, we have already troubled him last time, and he has no friendship with us. Even if we invite him, he may not come over. If he refuses in person, we will be embarrassed, and we will not be able to deal with each other in the future.

"

I let out a long sigh and said, "This won't work, and that won't work either. Together, we can only be killed by that Ghost King Zongla."

"Didn't your master say he would come back in a year? It won't be long before he comes back. After your master comes back, it shouldn't be a problem for him to deal with the ghost king Zong La."

"Who knows when he will come back? He didn't even leave me a way. He only left me a bank card account number and asked me to transfer money to him. I'm afraid that before my master comes, the ghost king Zongla will have already found him.

Coming to the door." I said depressedly.

"Ignore this for now, let the people of Wanluo Sect continue to keep an eye on the Ghost King Zongla. As soon as he leaves the island, let the people of Wanluo Sect give us a message. In this case, we can prepare in advance, or

Run away, or find a powerful expert for help. Don't worry about money, you kid. Wanluo Sect will give you more. This information is very important and can save lives at critical moments." The sloppy Taoist priest looked at me and said.

"You say it lightly, as if the money was brought by the strong wind. During this period of time, I have been traveling here and there and spent a lot of money in order to integrate your green spirit. After a while, we will drink from the northwest wind.

"I complained.

"Okay, okay, money is an external thing, just enough is enough. Don't act like a frustrated little daughter-in-law. I will stay with you for a while and help you earn some money. It will be used as funds for our activities."

At this point, he seemed to remember something again, and said: "No, you didn't lose anything when it came to making swords, right? I remember I brought you a small two million from the Jia family's casino, and then all the money

Mr. and Mrs. Yu gave you another two million, not only did you not lose money, but you also seemed to have made a lot of money."

I coughed twice in embarrassment and said, "Although I say that, I still have to use it sparingly."

"Wu Jie, Wu Jie, when did you learn to be like Uncle Hu Zi, digging and digging, but having said that, your master is really a scammer. You just started asking for money.

Where did he go?" the sloppy Taoist priest asked curiously.

"You ask me, who did I ask? Who knows where he went? But I think the reason why my master left was to give me a chance to practice for a period of time, just like your Maoshan Sect, which wants you to go down the mountain to practice.

Three years is almost the same as this."

The sloppy Taoist priest and I didn't discuss the reason, so we had no choice but to follow what he said and ask the Wanluo Sect's hall in Thailand to keep an eye on the Ghost King Zong La more and notify us as soon as he came out.

I have been too busy during this period. I really need to calm down, work hard, and make more money.

So I told Uncle Hu Zi not to pick any jobs in the future. As long as a rich person comes to my door, I will accept even ordinary Feng Shui.

In addition, I also informed Master Zhou that if there is any big job and it is not dangerous at all, just let me know if there is any. Anyway, the sloppy Taoist priest is here and it will be in vain if he doesn't use it.

As a result, a few days passed, and there was no serious business, and there were all kinds of weird things.

Some people asked me to name their newborns, and there was also a rich man who was not very good at that and asked me for a secret recipe. What was even more annoying was that a rich man whose old father passed away asked me if he would accept the recipe.

He had to do some extra work for his father.

This makes me angry. Can my disciple, the great Feng Shui King, go to their house to perform rituals and dance?

What an international joke!

For people like this, I just asked Uncle Hu Zi to send him away. I was so angry that I had a stomachache.

It's not that I can't get along with money, it's that this kind of work is too cheap. If word spreads about it, it will really disgrace my master's reputation.

After a few more days at home, suddenly a business came to my door.

One afternoon, a middle-aged man knocked on my door.

After Uncle Huzi opened the door, he welcomed the man in.

Next to the middle-aged man was a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, who was about the same age as me. He looked sick and absent-minded. He should be the middle-aged man's son.

When I looked at the middle-aged man, he didn't look like a rich man. He had tanned skin and was skinny. He probably worked hard, and the total cost of a suit of clothes was less than a hundred yuan.

There are many wealthy people who come to my courtyard, including many with tens of billions of dollars.

This is the first time I've seen this happen.

But when I looked at the young man standing next to him, I felt that there was something wrong, that evil spirits were entangled, and the situation was quite serious.

Uncle Huzi walked up to me before those two people and said in a low voice: "Master, this man is a three-wheeler. He doesn't have much money. He was introduced to me by Uncle Zhang next door. You have to help me." www.bǐqυgetν

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When I heard that it was a job introduced by Grandpa Zhang next door, I definitely couldn’t neglect it.

He quickly greeted him politely: "Uncle, are you here to exorcise evil spirits from your son?"

When the middle-aged man heard this, he became a little excited and said: "Yes, yes, I am here to exorcise evil spirits for my son. Today I took my son with me on a tricycle and met an old man in the park. He followed me

He said that you can exorcise evil spirits here, so I brought my son here."

"Sit down and drink tea, and slowly tell me about your son's situation." I said politely.

The middle-aged man sat on a stool in the yard and told me about his son's condition.

This middle-aged man's name is Zhao Wei. He lives in the suburbs of Yanbei. He has no talent, so he makes a living by pulling jobs from train stations and bus stations. When the market is good, he can earn one or two hundred yuan a day.

In good times, it only costs dozens of yuan a day, and it may not be open, so life is very tight.

After his son Zhao Ge graduated from junior high school, he was too young and didn't have much to earn a living from. He spent all day hanging out with a few friends in society. If he had no money, he would ask his father for money.

Just three days ago, his son suddenly became abnormal. He often sleepwalked especially at night. When Zhao Wei went to the latrine in the middle of the night, he saw his son walking out of the room, his eyes dull and his body leaning forward.

He didn't agree to calling him, so he followed him out. He almost left the village when Zhao Wei grabbed him and asked Zhao Ge where he was going.
Chapter completed!