, Mr. Cui, you may not be easy to find someone else's words, but it's easy to find Wukong's words, just ask for some information." As he said, Chen Ke pulled the bell next to the seat with his hand, and then said loudly, "Go to the door and ask Wukong where he is now?"

Then, Cui Yixuan, who was sitting at the window, saw a clerk in the restaurant walking out of the door and shouting to the street casually, "Who knows where Master Wukong is now?" "It should be where Wang Mazi." A hawker passing by with a basket said, "When I passed by Wang Mazi's gambling house just now, I saw some of the brothers of Master Wukong standing at the door of the gambling house."

"Yi, I also saw that Master Wukong must be in Wang Mazi's gambling house." Another passerby gave a positive answer.

"When I saw the wife of the bad gambling gambler Ren Hong run to Shuangfeng Mountain two days ago, I guessed that Master Wukong would go today.

"A peddler next to him who was carrying needles and threads shook his head, "I don't know how Master Wukong plans to persuade Ren Hong, which bastard, he doesn't take his uncle seriously."

"His uncle is not the little master Wukong." The vendor slapped his mouth. "You must know that little master Wukong has great magical powers and powerful magic power. Is there anything else he can't do in this world?"

"I heard it, Mr. Cui!" Chen Ke said with a smile, "There are a lot of people in Huangmei County who don't know me, the county magistrate, but there are no ones who don't know Wukong."

"Indeed 1" Cui Yixuan smiled and shook his head. "After you said this, I want to meet this Monk Wukong more and more." After Cui Yixuan finished the hot pot, Chen Ke took Cui Yixuan straight to the only gambling house in Huangmei County, Wang Mazi Gambling. This so-called only gambling house in Huangmei County is actually a simple and lively bungalow located on the side of the street next to the city of Huangmei County. Cui Yixuan had just walked to the door when he heard the noise of scolding from Wang Mazi Gambling.

Wang Mazi's real name is not Wang Mazi, and there is actually not a single pock on his face.

The reason why Wang Mazi was called Wang Mazi is because first, he had two older brothers, one named Wangzhu and the other named Wang Yu. Second, he offended one person, but the bad guy grabbed the name of his family and made up a joke.

It was said that Wang Mazi's father actually didn't write a single word except his surname. As a result, after Wang Mazi's elder brother was born, others asked his father what the child should be named. His father first wrote one, which was the only one he knew, Wang! Then he casually clicked a little on the word Wang and asked others how to pronounce it like this. Others said, "Master"! Well, the boss is the king.

When the second child was born, Wang Mazi's father clicked a little bit on the right this time and said, "What is this word? Others said, "Yu" is, "Okay, the second child is Wang Yu." When it was the third child's turn, Wang Mazi's father clicked a little bit on the left and said, "What is this word?" Others said, "Without this word, Wang Mazi's father clicked a little bit on the right, and others said, "This word is not yet."

As a result, after clicking, the whole character Wang was all around, so Wang Mazi's father immediately got inspiration and said that the third brother was called Wang Mazi!

As the joke spread in Huangmei County, poor Wang Mazi had no other name. But what made people even more angry was that Wang Mazi had no way to deal with the guy who caused such a big trouble to him. Even if this guy brought a group of people to make trouble in his gambling house, Wang Mazi had no way to deal with him.

Because this person is a proud disciple of Master Daoxin of Shuangfeng Mountain, he can call the wind and rain the monk Wukong.

When Cui Yixuan walked into this small and turbid casino, he saw a person at first sight, a little Zhongshang sitting there, silly and shaking.

The young monk looked fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a moon-white monk's robe, with a white face, occasionally grinning, and his teeth were so white that it could shake people's eyes. Next to the young monk, there was a copper tin stick thicker than the young monk's arms. Every time he was shaken, he would make a few crisp jingles.

At this time, the little monk used his white little hand to slap the face of a thin and black man opposite him, and said carelessly, "I bet with me, now your house is mine, your Yongyetian is mine, your wife and children are mine, what else can you bet on?"

"I'll bet on an arm!" A black and thin man threw his right hand on the table with a bang.

"Namo's great free king Buddha, bet on his arms?... The little monk grinned at this black and thin guy lazily, "You are stupid, I bet on your arms with you, I can't take it away if I win, and I have to give you money if I lose. I'll say Ren Hong, can you have a little IQ?

Oh. You don’t know what IQ is. Is there another one? Can you be a little brainy? I don’t understand? I have to change it..." "It’s so tiring to talk to a person like you who is uneducated. You can’t understand anything you say.

I scold you and thought I was praising you. So, Confucius once said, "Only women and villains like you are hard to raise. Do you understand what is hard to raise?" As he said that, the little monk held his chin with his hand and said with a tangled look on his face, "Oh, you can't afford to hurt people without education. 1."

"I bet on this arm!" Some black and thin man continued to hold his arms on the table, and his two blood-stained eyes stared at the little monk. "Arm!"

"Okay okay!" The little monk waved helplessly, "Arm, I'm afraid of you, Ren Hong, how much do you plan to pay for one arm?" "Twenty stans!" Which dark and thin man bit his teeth tightly and stared at the little monk.

"Twenty stakes, Namo's great freedom Buddha, this is too little!" The little monk slapped the table hard. "I took a hundred stakes out and bet on your five limbs! Huikong, take out the money!" A tall and honest monk standing behind the little monk agreed, then took out a big pocket from behind and threw it on the table. With a clang, the whole table swayed for a while.

"Did you see it?" Wukong pulled the bag with his hand and pulled out bundles of copper coins. "This is a hundred jin. Are you betting on your five limbs? Do you want to do it?" "Five limbs?" Which monk Huikong looked at the little monk with confusion. "Little one"

Uncle Master, don’t people have only four limbs? What are these five limbs?" "I can count the small tui between his two tui, and he is twenty-six.

The little monk waved his hand hard.’... I, I, hundreds of guan in a minute, have no time to accompany this guy here. Let’s do it at once, so as not to talk to me with a mushroom with one arm and one tui. Ren Hong, 100 guan, bet on your arm and the small tui in the middle, do you want to bet on it?" "Gam!" Which black and thin guy called Ren Hong answered without hesitation.

"Okay, what do you say you are betting on? You can choose whatever you want here." The little monk Piao Tianwen.com will bet on whatever he bet on." "Didn't Lou hear that this Wukong has magical powers?" Cui Yixuan whispered to Chen Ke, "How come there are still people in such a god dare to gamble with him?"

"You will know that you are not a local person after listening to Jike's words!" Before Jike could speak, a gambler next to him inserted. "When Master Wukong usually gambles, he never uses magical powers and magic to lose, win, win, and never tamper with it." "Is that true?" Hearing him say this, Cui Yixuan's curiosity towards the young monk in front of him became even more serious.

Just as they were chatting, Ren Hong's bloodshot eyes swept over the gambling tools around him little by little, and finally landed on a pile of almonds next to him, "Pu."

"Okay, if you choose the gambling tool, I'll choose the method." The little monk waved his hand very generously. "Originally, Chu Pu should have cooperated with Shuanglu, but I guess you, an illiterate, don't know how to play Shuanglu, so we just threw a little better than the size and decided the winner. Do you dare?"

"Good 1" Ren Hong looked at the strings of copper coins placed in front of the little monk's body, "But it's still the same rule..."

"When you throw it away, I'll put my eyes on my own!" The little monk dragged Chupu's box over and threw it in front of Ren Hong. "You come first. If you throw out Lu, I will lose. You will take away this hundred stalemate. How about it, Namo's original Great Freedom King Buddha, do you agree?"

Ren Hong looked at the pocket of money beside the little monk and grabbed five lepus hard in his hand. Then he looked at the pile of copper coins beside the little monk again, and then he reluctantly pulled his eyes back and blew hard in his hand. Just when everyone thought he was going to throw lepu out, he reluctantly pulled his hand back.

"Fuck your sister!" A gambler standing behind Ren Hong kicked Ren Hong's ass hard and staggered. "What do you want to do if you say you are losing your money? Playing with us?" "I said, it's hard for you to fuck Ren Hong's sister now. His sister has been sold to a tram in the brothel of Brand-Zhanzhou." A gambler next to him followed suit and cheered. "Besides, he could have lost his wife before, but now Ren Hong even lost his wife to Master Wukong. Even if he wants to throw him away, he will throw him to whom." "Yes, if he wants to throw it away, Master Wukong will throw his wife!" I don't know who came in the crowd.

"Don't lose your sister!" The little monk slapped the table hard. "Which bastard said the last sentence, Huikong, Huiming, catch me!"

As he spoke, the two burly monks who had been standing beside the little monk had already pushed aside the crowd and rushed to the back of the table without any hesitation. Then Cui Yixuan heard a few dull sounds, and followed the two monks with big arms and round waists and dragged a man like a dead dog and walked back.

"Namo's great freedom king Buddha, I said this Tan Yue." I saw a little girl from nèn

The monk stood up from his seat and gently picked up the copper tin stick next to him that was thicker than his arm. He seemed to be carrying a straw, and gently poked the man on the ground twice, making the man scream in pain.

"Listen to this cry, you are not a local, are you? You dare to say that I will lose Ren Hong's wife, saying that I look so untasteful, do you think I look so shameless?

Xiaon is a high monk. Do you understand what a high monk is?"

While talking, the little monk swung the tin stick that looked taller than him without hesitation. After playing golf, he swung the guy on the ground to the door with a stick. "Take this guy with water in his head out, and dares to slander Xiaoni. Go out and inquire casually. Who doesn't know that Xiaoni is a famous monk, a Buddha of the Wanjia. You can fly to the Astronomy Network Ren Hong when you will rub it." After throwing the troublemaker out, the little monk turned back and looked at Ren Hong who rubbed his hand against the pile of money in front of him. "Are you?"

I thought you could win the bet by using money. I tell you, even if you pay money like your uncle, I'm sorry, I forgot that your uncle made you angry. In other words, even if you treat money like Wang Mazi who comes to collect debts, you are also the God of Wealth, not the God of Gambling, and he can't care what you have to throw away." "Yes, Ren Hong, throw it away quickly!" The gambler who just kicked Ren Hong and kicked it again behind him. If you don't have a wife, throw it away directly. Don't you still have two hands to use? Hurry up and throw out what thing in your hand."

"Lu!Lu!Lu!" Ren Hong shouted, throwing the five lepus in his hand on the table. After lepu jumped for a while, he fell down, "Three whites and two blacks, no calf and no sui!" The people next to him shouted loudly, and then, everyone had no choice. Three whites and two blacks, no calf and no cone were already the smallest miscellaneous. In other words, as long as Wukong threw out the same thing as him, he would win.

"Namo's great freedom king Buddha." The little monk slapped Ren Hong's face with his hands. "Ren Hong, Ren Hong, what do you think I'm going to say? I'm going out with me honestly now, or do you have to let me throw it?" "You throw it, you must throw it.

"Which two of Ren Hong's blood-stained eyes looked at the pile of money on the little monk's hand tightly. "If I am Zhuang Tongcai, I will win. And we agreed that you must put your eyes on and then apply black blood on your hands."

"Plain black dog blood on your hands?" Cui Yixuan felt a little dizzy after hearing this.

"Yes, isn't it said that black dog blood can destroy evil magic and magic?" Chen Ke whispered, "This guy did this just to prevent Wukong from using magic to gambling and cheating!"

OK! As a knowledgeable and talented person, Cui Yixuan feels that he has been completely defeated by the gambling ghost in front of him. Since you know that he has magical powers, you still bet with him, aren't you looking for death?"

"You don't know anything, gentleman." The gambler who had just talked to him intervened again. "This Ren Hong doesn't want to bet with Master Wukong, but the problem is that he is a cheap guy, who wants to bet with you with cash, except for Master Wukong, who is willing to bet with him!"

"Does he have no money? Then what are he going to bet?"

"He has given all his money to Wang Mazi long ago. Yesterday, even his wife and children in the family were given all his family." The gambler looked at Ren Hong inside with contempt. "He has nothing but his arms, but he can be gambling."

"Oh!" Cui Yixuan nodded.

"But fortunately, after her wife knew that she had been lost to the gambling house yesterday, she immediately ran to Huangmei to find Master Daoxin." The man's tone showed a hint of glory. "Mr. Wukong came here early this morning, and directly regarded Wang Mazi as winning even the shop, and his face turned green. In the end, Wang Mazi said good things again, and Ren Hong's house deed and land deeds returned to Wukong, and Master Wukong let him go."

"Is that true?" Cui Yixuan looked at the little monk Wukong in the middle of the crowd with curious eyes, and happened to see the little monk slapped the table hard!

"Damn Ren Hong, you're in your mind!" The little monk slapped Ren Hong's face with his hands. "Damn it once and apply it to me once. What's this thing about you as a black dog? Nail polish!

Even nail polish will not be able to go to Piao Tianwen.com! This is the first time you heard that my name is foreign?

If I have to use magical powers when I am gambling, then I can’t do anything about it. Who doesn’t know that Master Wukong, a young man from Wanjia, is the most famous monk with gambling!”

When Cui Yixuan heard the words of the most gambling monk, the corner of his mouth twitched twice!

"It was before, this time it was before." Ren Hong grabbed Wukong's hand tightly.

"Must apply again!"

"I'm afraid of you. The old rules, you can just apply it on me!" The little monk stretched out his white little hand and sent it to Ren Hong's eyes. "Damn, you don't even look at what you lost, you're embarrassed to let me throw you away."

After the young monk stretched out his hand, Cui Yixuan saw that the palm of his hand was indeed red.

Then I saw Ren Hong carefully dipping it in the blood next to him with the brush next to him, and then carefully tapping two more red dots on Wukong's hands.

"Look at you like this!" The little monk gently blew the blood in his hand with his hands. "You are so small that you can't be even smaller. Are you so nervous? Okay, let me, I'm going to throw it away!"

"It's okay, Master Wukong, just throw it at Ren Hong's wife!" Several gambling sticks standing aside laughed loudly.

"You bastards, dare to say nonsense to me again. Believe it or not, I will throw my wife tomorrow!" The little monk rolled up his sleeves and grabbed the pu on the table.

"Wait!" Ren Hong grabbed Wukong's sleeve again.

"So what's wrong?" Wukong slapped Ren Hong's face with his hand, "Don't bother me casually, okay?"

"Méng on your eyes!" Ren Hong stared at Wukong.

"Oh! This is a matter of a god!" Wukong's head tilted, "Huikong, put my eyes on me!"

The monk next to him took out a handkerchief from the little monk's sleeve and then méng his eyes.

"It's OK this time!" The little monk who kept his eyes snorted.

Ren Hong checked carefully and confirmed that he had already prepared the méng, then nodded, "Okay, you can throw it away!"

"It's stubborn!" The little monk who kept his eyes shook his head with contempt, then threw the five pu in his hand onto the table, pulled off his méng eye cloth, picked up the tin staff next to him and turned around and left. "Huikong, Huiming, bring the money next to him and return it to the temple quickly. Remember, don't let Senior Brother Hongren see it."

"Huike, take Ren Hong back to the temple. Huijing, go back and say to Senior Brother Kongming, and say it was me. Ren Hong is here, let the big mules and horses in our temple be rested tomorrow! In the future, we will rely on him for land cultivation and farming. He will count on his mules and horses in a day, and when will he earn enough 100 guan when he goes down the mountain."

Thirty cents a day, earning 100 cents!

Cui Yixuan's mouth twitched again. It would take ten years to do it without eating or drinking!

After the little monk finished saying these words, the pipus that he had just thrown out gradually stopped turning. At this time, the person around the gambling table was already surprised and shouted, "Two calfs and three blacks, this is Lu, it is Lu!"

"By the way, Huike." The voice of the little monk came from outside the gambling house. "Which bitch Ren Hong will definitely say that I cheated with magic. Don't worry about what he said, just take him back to the vineyard of Shuangfeng Mountain and hand it over to Senior Brother Fazhen. Just say that it was what I said. If this bitch dares to escape, the left tui will leave the vineyard to interrupt the left tui, and the right tui will break the right tui. If the whole person goes out, his five limbs will be broken together. Anyway, his five limbs are mine now."

Just as the little monk was talking, Ren Hong's voice came from the gambling house, "I don't believe it, you cheat, you cheat." Then, after hearing a few bangs, Ren Hong's voice gradually weakened.

Monk Wukong, who walked out the door, felt that he was in a good mood. The things that Master Daoxin told him were completed successfully again. Ren Hong was sold to him. He would not talk about gambling in the future. After his own labor reform, he would have the strength to climb after he came back from his vineyard every day.

I don’t believe it anymore. Even if you are a gambler, I will still be unable to transform you like this after ten years of labor!

Under the iron fist of the people's democratic dictatorship, all of them will be trapped in the garbage dump of history!

Yes, I helped this bad gambling man correct his mistakes, saved the remaining property in the gambling man's family, and also created a labor force for a vineyard he built that he could use like a big mule and a big horse. He has infinite merits and infinite merits! As the saying goes, if you do good deeds every day, your mood will naturally be better.

"Namo's Great Freedom King Buddha!"!
Chapter completed!