After looking at Chu Yu's playful smile, the old monk laughed awkwardly.
"Master, you don't want this matter to spread, do you?"
The smile on Chu Yu's face at this moment was very similar to the scumbag boss who bullied his subordinate's wife in a certain series of movies.
Hard, hard, hard fist!!
The old monk looked at Chu Yu's increasingly perverted smile and clasped his palms together tightly.
"Five hundred yuan, you take this magical weapon." The old monk gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words through his teeth.
"Master, thank you so much!!!"
Chu Yu directly took out his mobile phone to scan the QR code, made a one-stop payment, and disappeared into the room in an instant with lightning speed. His agility stunned the two monks.
After a while, Chu Yu carefully put his head into the wing room, looked at the two monks, an old man and a young man, who were looking at him blankly, and asked: "Um... can I stay at the White Horse Temple for one night?".
The old monk's face turned dark instantly. He took advantage of his situation and gave him a blow. Now he still wants to stay overnight?
"roll!!!"
The loud voice almost knocked the wax out of Chu Yu's ears.
"receive!!!"
Chu Yu ran away quickly. The monks here were too cruel and should not stay for a long time.
After Chu Yu left, the young monk Faming asked the old monk doubtfully:
"Uncle Master, why did you sell that magical weapon to that donor so cheaply?".
My uncle, the master, has always been able to kill every one of those who are seeking magical artifacts. He would rather miss it than let it go, and strives to create revenue for the temple. But why is it so abnormal today?
Although the mahogany-carved magic weapon is not worth 200,000 yuan, it is still worth 100,000 yuan. For only 500 yuan, you want to buy a magic weapon that has been consecrated by the White Horse Temple. This kind of foolish dream cannot even be considered.
"Fa Ming, let me ask you what the magic weapon is used for?" the old monk asked.
"Of course it's used to keep people safe, keep their homes in order, and ward off demons."
"That's right. The other donors who came to ask for magical artifacts didn't encounter monsters, so of course they had to be sold more expensively. Now that this donor has encountered monsters, it should be cheaper."
After hearing what the old monk said, the young monk Faming's eyes widened: "Uncle, don't be joking, there are demons there."
But after looking at the eyes of the old monk Furui Fubo, Faming gradually became a little panicked. He couldn't help but recall that someone in the temple once said that the uncle in front of him was a monk with real abilities.
In the past, he naively thought that true ability referred to the ability to make magic weapons, but now it seems that what exactly "real ability" is is still open to question.
"Uncle Master, it's...it's getting late, I'll take my leave first." Fa Ming stammered and excused himself to the old monk.
The old monk just waved his hand. When Faming went out, he suddenly found that there was a magic weapon missing on the table where the magic weapon was enshrined.
The old monk immediately chased him out and shouted: "Little bald donkey, give the magic weapon back to me!".
It was a good thing that the old monk didn't shout. After he shouted, Faming suddenly changed from walking to running. He also replied: "Uncle Master, I am a monk and you are a monk. I am a little bald donkey and you are an old bald donkey..."
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The old monk was so angry that his liver ached. He wanted to catch up but was unable to do so. First there was Chu's instructions and then there was Fa Ming. It's true that a group of children in Nanshan bullied me and I am old and weak, y with me.
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After returning home, Chu Yu calculated the gains of his trip. The first thing he did was to donate the 'life card' that was suspected to be left by the weasel to Buddha, so that Buddha could have a tough fight with Huang Pizi.
Secondly, I asked for a magic weapon. Although I don’t know if this magic weapon is useful, at least it was consecrated at Baima Temple. I think it will be useful... right?
The only regret is that he failed to stay overnight at White Horse Temple. If he had succeeded, he would have had a peaceful sleep tonight.
It was already past ten o'clock and close to eleven o'clock in the evening. Chu Yu was still lying in bed watching dramas and watching variety shows to keep himself up as late as possible. The peach wood-carved Guanyin Bodhisattva was placed next to his pillow.
Although he didn't know what the piece of paper meant by carrying the sedan chair, and he didn't know whether the weasel would come out from Mang Mountain to look for him, he still wanted to sleep as late as possible, not for anything else but fear.
That's all.
"Ding~~~"
Just when Chu Yu was watching the drama with peace of mind, a message alert suddenly sounded. Chu Yu opened it and found that it was a text message from Uncle Wang.
"Xiaoyu, I am your Uncle Wang. I wonder if you are back? Because there are some things in my family that I really can't wait for you. I will give you your second uncle's house book, keys and some things left for you.
The courier has arrived at your home. When you come back, go to the gate to pick up the courier. The courier in the same city is faster. I sent it this morning and I think it will arrive in the afternoon."
After reading it, Chu Yu silently closed the message, but the message came too late. Why didn't you send me a message in the morning for the express you sent in the morning?
If you had sent the message in the morning, wouldn't I have gone to Beimang Mountain? Wouldn't I have met Huang Pizi asking for a seal?
Chu Yu felt very speechless for a moment. He was full of complaints about this Uncle Wang, but it was too late to say anything now. He had already met Huang Pizi, and even a suspected 'life card' appeared in his pants pocket.
While complaining about Uncle Wang in his heart, and thinking about what the second uncle left him besides the house, Chu Yu unconsciously tilted his head and fell asleep.
Only the variety show plot on the mobile phone is still playing...
He was really tired this day. He flew back in the morning and cleaned the house again. In the afternoon, he went to Mang Mountain again and met Huang Pizi asking for a seal. After that, he went to the White Horse Temple.
The double tension in his mind and body kept him awake. Now when he relaxed suddenly while lying on the bed, he couldn't bear it anymore and fell into a deep sleep.
After all, you can't expect too much from a programmer who sits in a chair all day long, the physical quality is there.
At midnight, heavy black clouds quietly covered the crescent moon in the sky, and heavy fog shrouded the community where Chu Yu was located.
"Bang bang bang bang!!"
The door of Chu Yu's living room was suddenly knocked, and a cold feeling slipped in along the crack of the door. The ground in Chu Yu's house was instantly covered with a thin layer of ice, and there was a snow-white chill.
The statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva next to Chu Yu's pillow suddenly radiated warmth, dispelling the slightest bit of coldness. The ice spread to the door of Chu Yu's bedroom and stopped abruptly.
Feeling a little cold, Chu Yu snuck his feet into the quilt, scratched his nose with his hand and continued to fall asleep, without being awakened by the knock on the door.
"Bang bang bang bang!!"
"Bang bang bang bang!!"
"Bang bang bang bang!!"
The person knocking on the door kept knocking, knocking four times and then stopping for a while. The knocking stopped when no one opened the door.