"Do you know Brother Jun?" Xiang Que blinked his eyes with surprise and joy and said, "Can't we say that we are all our own people? Is it Brother Tang or Sister Shen? Some time ago, I relied on Brother Jun. For more than a month, I have been drinking and messing around every day. I just left Chengdu not long ago, but I didn’t expect that I would bump into you as soon as I came to Nanjing. Is it fate?”
It is obviously much easier to fool one's own people than strangers.
Xiang Que climbed all the way up Gao Jianjun's pole, calling out "brother" and "sister" in a very smooth manner, vaguely implying that the matter of sworn sworn friendship had been put on the agenda early.
Tang Xinhe and Shen Jia didn't care, after all, Northeastern people were used to calling people this way.
"Haha, I must be one of my own. Jun'er told me that if I haven't believed in Jesus yet, I just need to believe in you. It's much easier than Jesus." Tang Xinhe nodded and smiled.
"Believe me in this matter, I'm really better than Jesus. After all, they are vegetarians and don't care about men's and women's affairs. Brother Tang, let me tell you about your and sister's wish. In addition to sending children to Guanyin, there are also You really have to find me," Xiang Que said rather brazenly.
Shen Jia sighed quietly and said in a sad tone: "Guanyin has no time to pay attention to us. Over the years, we have made offerings to her every year, but why didn't she think of us when she was saving all sentient beings? We are all a little discouraged.”
Xiang Que took a sip of tea and said unhurriedly: "There are too many people begging for children, and Guanyin is busy. This matter also depends on the probability. Guanyin is only effective for couples who are on the verge of getting married. Your family This makes a lot of difference.”
Tang Xinhe and Shen Jia looked at each other and said to him at the same time: "Brother, look..."
"To put it simply, you were entangled in something when you went into the water that year, and it has been in your body. I guess it may be a little ghost, which is also commonly known as the drowned ghost. He was a child when he died. I don’t want you to get pregnant and have children because I have too much resentment. It won’t have any impact on you, it’s just that you can’t have children,” Xiang Que said, pretending to be serious.
Shen Jia and Tang Xinhe also thought about it themselves last night and felt that what Xiang Que said was somewhat reliable. After all, they had carefully checked the oxygen masks before diving and it was OK, but the two of them went into the water. Later, they all broke down one after another and almost suffocated to death in the water. Can you use a clever word to describe this?
In fact, it was just a coincidence. Xiang Que was just telling the truth to lead the two of them to believe that infertility was caused by being entangled with things, so that he could use his own methods.
Xiang Que took out a paper and pen and wrote a few strokes on it, then handed it to Tang Xinhe and said, "Brother, let me get these things ready. Let's do something today."
"Are you going to start an altar?" Tang Xinhe lowered his head and looked at it. On the paper, there were three incense sticks and an incense burner, a gift to Guanyin, three feet of red rope, three coins of cinnabar, and a golden lock of longevity. Wait.
Wang Kunlun glanced at it and whispered in Xiang Que's ear: "It's just a lie to one person and it's so troublesome. Are you tired?"
"It's all about acting, but if you don't use some props to deceive people, will they be able to believe it if you make it more grand?"
None of the things Xiang Que asked for were what he wanted to use. They were all meant to cover up. Shen Jia and Tang Xinhe were already pregnant with Cao Qingdao three days ago. Even if they didn't meet Xiang Que, they would be pregnant in another month. They could check it out even if Shen Jia's relatives didn't visit.
Tang Xinhe quickly picked up the phone and ordered someone to prepare all the things on the paper. At this time, let alone Xiang Que asking him to prepare these things, you could just ask him to build a pyramid in his own yard. Treat this as true.
After waiting for an hour, a Mercedes-Benz commercial vehicle drove over from the yard, and two of Tang Xinhe's men brought a bag with the things they needed to prepare.
"Go to the bedroom of your couple's house, Sister Shen, go in with me," Xiang Que said as he stood up.
Tang Xinhe asked blankly: "You don't need me to follow you?"
Xiang Que walked up to him and said in a low voice: "After I opened the altar and performed the Dharma, you can do what you are supposed to do in the evening, do you understand?"
Tang Xinhe made a sound, and then hesitantly asked shyly: "Brother, how many times can you tell me it will be effective?"
"How many times?"
"It's just a few times," Tang Xinhe explained anxiously: "Tell me, if I hit my wife four or five times at night, would the chance be greater?"
"Oh, this matter..." Xiang Que said with shame: "Brother Tang, take it easy and be careful with your body. You can get it right in one shot. But if you are really good at this and have physical strength, How many shots you want to hit is your problem, you don’t need to discuss it with me."
In the bedroom on the second floor of the villa, Xiang Que asked Shen Jia to relax on the bed and put the longevity lock under the pillow. Then he placed the incense burner on the bedside table, lit three long incense sticks, and pulled the three-foot red rope. It was wrapped around a piece of talisman paper wrapped with cinnabar and placed flat in the southeast corner of the room, with the purchased Guanyin for Giving Sons pressed on it.
"Sister, when you have free time, just make an offering to the Guanyin in the corner and place some fruits and some incense." Xiang Que's doing this is not useless at all. It can at least play a role in protecting Shen Jia's fetus. There will be no accidents during the tenth month of pregnancy.
"Pah!" Xiang Que lit three sticks of incense, stretched out his fingers to gently wrap around the rising smoke, and a wisp of fragrance drifted towards Shen Jia on the bed.
After a while, her eyelids gradually became heavy and she fell asleep slowly.
Xiang Que breathed out lightly and quickly sat cross-legged on the ground. After his soul left his body, he guided a stream of heavenly energy that he had divided in Yintang out of his body, and then slowly merged into Shen Jia's belly on the bed.
A peaceful light spread into Shen Jia's body along Xiang Que's fingertips, circled in her belly for a few times and then gradually dissipated. An extremely rich breath of life slowly took shape in her belly.
The fusion of innate Qi and a wisp of heavenly luck can make Cao Qingdao, who is still in his embryo, like he is on a rocket of cultivation and is about to soar into the sky.
Outside the house, an auspicious light suddenly appeared in the air of Zijin Villa, several thunderous sounds came one after another, and a beam of light fell from the sky into a three-story villa in Zijin Villa.
In the remote area of Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum in Nanjing, in front of an inconspicuous thatched house, an old man of unknown age was cultivating a small vegetable field with a hoe. Suddenly, the old man raised his head and looked to the northwest.
Under his frown, a pair of cloudy eyes suddenly revealed a gleam of light.
"Luck? God's luck, this is God's luck..." The old man put down the hoe in his hand, walked calmly out of the small courtyard, and stepped out of the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum.
A black Audi A8 parked on the side of the road under the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum. A young man in his twenties bowed and asked after seeing the old man: "Uncle, are you going out of the mausoleum?"
"Well, go to the northwest"
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