Chapter 85 The Heartfelt Stand-in Female Protagonist Thirteen
Chapter 85 The heart-breaking substitute heroine (13)
Lin Zhen nodded, and then blatantly fled under the master's nose, leaving only a string of Ye Ling's bank card number: "Remember to send me money on time!"
"Alas..." The monk sighed: He is just a liar who specializes in defrauding rich people. There is really nothing he can do if he encounters such unscientific things. He can only apologize to the Zhao Shao benefactor...
Zhao Shao fainted for four hours.
Seeing that the sky was getting brighter outside the window, he slowly woke up and rubbed the back of his head with a grin on his face. His whole body exuded a sense of exhaustion that was beyond hope.
The master he hired for three million dollars had been watching over him. When he opened his eyes, he recited "Amitabha" again: "Donor, you're awake."
Zhao Shao looked at him with a look of resentment: "Master, I spent three million and this is the result? Didn't I still get beaten?"
"I'm sorry, donor." The monk copied the script Lin Zhen gave him without any guilt and said, "The poor monk misjudged the cultivation level of that evil ghost. The evil ghost is really fierce, and there is nothing the poor monk can do."
"Then what should I do?" Zhao Shao frowned in anxiety, "Am I really going to die in the hands of that evil ghost?"
"Donor, don't worry." The monk comforted Zhao Shao, "Although I can't help that evil spirit, there is a magic weapon in my temple that can suppress her and protect the benefactor from being entangled by evil spirits. But..."
He deliberately stopped talking and whetted Zhao Shao's appetite.
Zhao Shao asked anxiously: "Just what?"
The monk said leisurely: "It's just that the magic weapon needs to be made of gold, and a full five kilograms of gold will be used at one time!"
Zhao Shao waved his hand and said: "Five pounds of gold is nothing! I want this!"
He calculated the price in his mind: It's only one million, if it can really solve this matter, it's nothing!
This master used this method very skillfully. He knew that Zhao Shao had no doubts when he heard that it was a magic weapon that required gold. So, he added: "Donor, this magic weapon can only be used for one day at a time."
The implication is: You must prepare five pounds of gold every day.
"What?" Zhao Shao originally thought it would be a once and for all thing, but after thinking this way, it would cost more money. "Can't you just use that magic weapon to kill the evil ghost?"
The master lowered his eyes slightly and said: "Donor, if it is an ordinary goblin and ghost, it is not impossible, but the evil ghost that is entangled with you has a good cultivation level, and the magic weapon can only suppress her temporarily..."
Zhao Shao frowned when he heard this.
When the master looked at his expression, he understood that going too far is not enough, and that people should not be completely hopeless. So he changed the topic and said: "However, the evil ghost is suppressed by the magic weapon, and the ghost energy in her body will slowly be suppressed by the magic weapon."
It won't take more than half a year at most, and she will be completely wiped out."
This...sounds good, but it's too expensive.
When the master saw that Zhao Shao was interested, he quickly struck while the iron was hot and said: "This magical weapon has been handed down from our temple since the Tang Dynasty. It is very efficacious and strange. It can definitely solve your worries as a donor."
"Okay." Zhao Shao touched his scarred face, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, just use that magic weapon."
Great, he took the bait!
The master turned the rosary in his hand and said, "Then I will go back to the temple and bring the magic weapon?"
Zhao Shao was actually a little wary in his heart. He was worried that the master would take his money and run away. He rolled his eyes and said: "Master, I'm a little worried that the evil ghost will come back to look for me again. You're still here to accompany me."
Let me."
"That's fine." Now the monk looked at Zhao Shao as if he were looking at a glittering golden mountain, and he naturally responded to his request, and said, "Then I will ask the monks in the temple to bring the magical instruments.
"
He took out his mobile phone and made a call, and then said to Zhao Shao: "Okay, the magic weapon will be delivered soon."
About an hour later, the doorbell of the villa rang. The master opened the door, took the blue cloth bundle, and placed it on the coffee table in the living room: "Donor, the magic weapon has arrived."
Looking at the baggage, Zhao Shao suddenly felt relieved and hurriedly urged: "Open it quickly and take a look!"
This baggage was wrapped very thickly, with three layers inside and three layers outside. The master opened the baggage very lightly, revealing the golden magic weapon inside - a gilded seven-story pagoda.
Zhao Shao looked closely at the pagoda and felt that the divine light was awe-inspiring and sacred. He exclaimed in admiration: "This magical weapon is indeed extraordinary!"
"That's natural." The master held the rosary and smiled slightly, and said, "Now that the magic weapon has arrived, let's start practicing it. Has the donor prepared any treasures?"
"Yes." Zhao Shao nodded and said, "I happen to have a few pure gold Buddha statues at home, can they be used?"
The master nodded slightly: "Yes."
Zhao Shao hurriedly moved the Buddha statues and watched the master place the Buddha statues next to the pagoda, then sit down cross-legged and mutter something.
After a while, the pagoda actually emitted a faint golden light!
This is really amazing!
The master closed his eyes tightly and hung his hands above the pagoda. There were beads of sweat on his forehead, as if he had spent a lot of energy.
Zhao Shao was so frightened by this battle that he did not dare to say anything, so he could only squat aside quietly and watch the master's movements of fighting with the evil ghost.
Then he saw the pagoda actually flying!
The pagoda slowly floated to the ground, as high as a palm, and seemed to be shaking from side to side, which was very inconsistent with gravity!
Zhao Shao was stunned by this seemingly unscientific scene, and his heart was filled with admiration for this master.
Cold sweat broke out on the master's forehead, his hands hung above the pagoda, and he pressed down weakly.
Obviously he did not touch the pagoda, but the pagoda actually slowly sank down, and finally landed on the table and stopped shaking.
The master opened his eyes.
Zhao Shao quickly approached and asked: "Master, has that evil ghost been suppressed?"
"Yes." The master wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said matter-of-factly, "This evil ghost is really dangerous. I almost let him escape just now. But don't worry, donor, I have suppressed her now."
Zhao Shao breathed a sigh of relief: "That's great."
"Don't take it lightly." The master looked seriously and pointed to the pure gold Buddha statue on the table. "When the gold on the table is almost used up, it must be replenished in time, otherwise the evil ghost will come out and try to catch her again.
It’s difficult. So the donor should prepare enough gold first.”
Zhao Shao, who had been distracted by the tense atmosphere before, finally came back to his senses and looked at the Buddha statue on the table: "Why is the Buddha's head missing from this Buddha statue?"
"Consumed by the magic weapon."
Zhao Shao looked astonished: "Is this how this magic weapon consumes gold? It's amazing!"
