As soon as this was said, the sloppy Taoist priest sucked his teeth and said hesitantly: "Brother Zhong must be fine, but he has already left the world and lived a stable life at home. Let's call him over again, isn't it a bit unauthentic?

Besides, we had troubled him last time, and he had no friendship with us. Even if we both went to invite him, they might not come over. If we refused in person, we would be so embarrassed that our friends would not be able to get along in the future.

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I sighed and said, "This is not possible, that is not possible. In addition, we can only be killed by the Ghost King Sect."

"Didn't your master say you'll be back in a year? It's not long before he comes back. After your master comes back, it shouldn't be a problem to ask him to deal with the Ghost King Sect."

"Who knows when he will come back? I didn't even leave a way for me. I just left a bank card account and asked me to send him money. I was afraid that my master would not be able to wait for me. Then the Ghost King Zongla had already found him.

It's here." I said depressedly.

"Don't worry about this for now, let the people of Wanluo Sect continue to stare at the Ghost King Zongla. As soon as he leaves the island, let the people of Wanluo Sect report a letter to us. In this way, we can prepare in advance, or

Run away, or go and find a great expert to help. Don’t worry about the money, give more money from Wanluo Sect. This news is very important and can help you at critical moments." The sloppy Taoist looked at me and said.

"You said it was light, just like the money was blowing from the strong wind. During this period, I spent a lot of money to integrate your green soul. After a while, we would drink the northwest wind.

” I complained.

"Okay, okay, money is something outside of your body, as long as you are enough. Don't be like a young wife who is angry. I will stay with you for a while and help you earn some money. Just use it as our activity fund."

Speaking of this, he seemed to remember something again and said, "No, you guys don't lose money when casting a sword. I remember that I brought you two million out of the Jia family's casino, and then

The Yu and his wife gave you another two million. Not only did they not lose, they seemed to have made a lot of money."

I coughed twice in embarrassment and said, "Although I say that, I still have to save some effort."

"Wu Jie, Wu Jie, when did you learn to be like Uncle Hu Zi, and you were stingy, but then again, your master is a scam. You just started to get a master and ask for money to spend it.

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

"You ask me, who will I ask? Who knows where he went? But I think the reason why my master left was probably to give me some opportunity to exercise, just like your Maoshan Sect, you still want to go down the mountain to practice.

Three years, it’s almost the same as this.”

I didn't discuss it with the sloppy Taoist priest, so I had to follow what he said, and let Wanluo Sect stare at the Ghost King Sect more at the hall in Thailand, and notify us as soon as he came out.

I have been too busy this period of time, so I really have to keep my mind, do some work and make more money.

So he told Uncle Huzi that he should not choose to take a job in the future. As long as the rich come to him, he will accept it even if he is ordinary, he will follow Feng Shui.

In addition, I also notified Master Zhou that if there is any big work, it doesn’t matter if it is dangerous. If there is, please inform me. Anyway, the sloppy Taoist priest is here, so it’s useless.

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

Some people asked me to name my newborn, and some rich man didn't do that, so I asked me for a secret recipe. What's even more annoying is that a rich man's old father passed away and asked me if I would do it.

The work is done, let’s save his father.

This made me angry. My apprentice of the Feng Shui King can go to their house to do rituals and go to the great god?

What an international joke!

I was so angry that I let Uncle Huzi send it away, making my stomach hurt.

It’s not that I can’t live with the money, it’s that this kind of work is too expensive. If it is spread, it really insults my master’s name.

After a few days at home, a business suddenly came to me.

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

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

The middle-aged man was surrounded by a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, about the same age as me, looking sick and unconscious. He should be the son of the middle-aged man.

When I saw the middle-aged man, he didn't look like a rich man. He was tanned and thin, and he should be doing physical work. His clothes cost less than one hundred yuan.

Many rich people come to my courtyard house, and many of them have a net worth of 10 billion yuan.

This is the first time I have seen this situation.

But when I looked at the boy standing beside him, I felt something was wrong, the evil spirit was entangled, and the situation was quite serious.

Uncle Huzi walked to me before the two of them and whispered: "Young Master, this person is a tricycle rider. He has no money, but it was introduced by Mr. Zhang next door. You have to help me." www.bǐqυgetν

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

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

When the middle-aged man heard this, he became a little excited and said, "That's right, I'm just here to exorcise my son. Today, I took my son and rode a tricycle and met an old man in the park. He and I were with me.

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

"Sit down and have tea and 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 situation.

This middle-aged man is named Zhao Wei. He lives in the suburbs of Yanbei. He has no ability, so he relies on working from the train station and bus station to make a living. When the market is good, he can earn one or two hundred yuan a day.

When it’s good, it’s only a few dozen yuan a day, and it’s possible that it’s not open, and life is very difficult.

After his son, Brother Zhao, graduated from junior high school, was too young and had no money to make a living. He was scrambling with a few friends in society all day long, so he asked for money to spend it for him if he had no money.

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

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