One way to make money is to sell songs in underground passages - the problem is that this requires at least a guitar. Even if you can't afford an electric speaker, you still need a guitar. However, Bailang doesn't have and doesn't want to buy a "tone deaf" to sell songs. I don't think so.
It's true that water is wasted." Bai Lang thought of his own memories, "I'm a pop singer now, so I only remember those short songs - big songs like King Qin's Breaking Formation Music, I can't remember them all anyway."
He has not listened to it a few times, and it is okay to recall it, but it is a waste of time and energy - he can only show it out when he wants to be a respected old artist one day. As for the cross talk skits in his memory, that is up to him.
He must be an actor or a person in the industry, but his current level of performance can only make a fool of himself. The kind of acting suitable for Bai Lang is to show off his coolness, or it is a martial arts film that does not require much acting skills.
"But there is no bole in the world," Bai Lang also sighed. He had almost made up his mind to go to the south. Before that, he had better check if there are any bad guys nearby and ask them to borrow some money.
Electronic payments have been widely used these days. Those who carry large amounts of cash are either old-school people, and a few are not doing serious business - cash is more difficult to track, so many people who make money by doing sideways still use cash for transactions. Bailang sighed,
In this semi-basement of a community in the 1960s and 1970s, no matter how much he wandered outside, he would never encounter those criminals - the Chaoyang crowd was very powerful.
There is a way. After thinking about the people in Chaoyang, Bailang very logically thought of Rinpoche in Chaoyang District, and then very logically turned to Rinpoche to cheat money and guns - the capital is indeed a mixed lama who has many practices, and Rinpoche is naturally wild.
There are many, but there are also many rich people in this place, so naturally there are many who believe in this stuff. It is a meritorious deed to rob this fake Rinpoche, Bailang is like a enlightenment. "I am not afraid of the birth of his real Dharma King, can I still live?
It still depends on whether I agree to return to the Buddhist world. Now that he has created a few fake Rinpoches to make a fortune, the old Buddha has to thank me for helping him clean up the heretics."
After thinking about the idea, Bailang felt relaxed for a while. It was difficult for a man without money. "Let's play for three days first. By the way, we can step on the plate to see which fake Rinpoches in Chaoyang District have a better chance of getting rich." The capital is fun.
There are indeed many places. When Bailang was studying in 211, he also studied science. However, science was useless for martial arts training, so over the years, he simply returned all the science knowledge after junior high school to the teacher.
The most knowledgeable a person is in his senior year of high school. It would be great if he could not regress in college. As for leaving society, it is a process of gradual decline in knowledge level - this is the case for most people. Bailang also did not travel through time.
However, Bailang was studying in 211 in the capital, but he returned to his hometown for work. Of course he was familiar with the places to play in the capital. This guy spent three days wandering around, mainly hanging out in Pan City.
home.
It was very interesting to listen to the nonsense of those stall owners and see Kaizi fall for it. Bailang strictly followed the rules and had fun, which made him feel happier.
And listening to the conversation between the stall owners and the nonsense between him and them, Bai Lang could be regarded as getting a feel for the situation of several Rinpoches in Chaoyang District - liars always know liars.
On the night of the third day, Bai Lang came to Chaoyang District humming a little tune. He had a small notebook in his hand, on which he wrote several names and addresses. "You have to move faster. I'm afraid I have to visit more than three houses tonight."
——I think most of these three Rinpoche’s monasteries won’t yield much, so I’d better go to their caves. By the way, do those idiot believers know if their masters have secret houses?”
Bailang came to the first ashram, a duplex residence on the top floor, which was decorated as a mandala of Tibetan Tantric Buddhism. Bailang had no research on Tantric Buddhism, so he was not sure whether it was authentic or not, but there were many believers here.
It's true that it was a Rinpoche and his "disciple". Bailang put on the mask casually, turned up the hood, and also had labor protection gloves on his hands - even though his martial arts had already been spotless, there would be no skin flakes at all.
Such residues, but what if?
When Bai Lang entered the scene, he let out a lion's roar. The roar was not very loud, but it was very deep and majestic. It could not be heard outside the room, but it vibrated repeatedly in the room like thunder. In the blink of an eye, everyone present fainted. Bai Lang fell to the floor.
Walking around among the people, I noticed that many people were carrying red offering bags with money in them, so I took them all away without ceremony. As for all the gold beads offered in the mandala and the money in the merit box
Naturally, it was also swept away.
Finally, he carried Rinpoche and his "disciples" out of the door one by one. The deceived fools behind him would have to be unconscious for at least two or three hours, enough for him to finish his work. Bailang stood in front of the window and turned on the camera
All the positions are in the eyes, and then I won’t take the usual path - Feiyanzoubi uses Qinggong to lift the two people to a position where there is no probe. "Pap" slaps twice, of course, it is mainly the piercing internal force that lifts these two guys.
Wake them up and seal their acupuncture points.
"I ask, you answer. If you don't cooperate, I will kill you directly." Bai Lang squatted down and looked at Rinpoche through the eye holes of the mask. The internal force in Rinpoche's body was controlled by Bai Lang. When he reached
It is a trivial matter for a master of this level to still be able to control his spiritual thoughts when leaving his body. Otherwise, how could he be able to incarnate millions of people in an instant and thousands of miles away? He is not just wandering to the eight extremes and following his will.
This guy was able to speak. "Where is your money? I mean the money that's not in the bank." Bailang asked. He wasn't ready to get a few million that he could take away. One hundred was enough.
Ten thousand pounds weighed about twenty pounds, and Bailang, who was over one meter tall, could easily have carried tens of millions of dollars if it wasn't for the trouble of being too big. That Rinpoche was so stubborn that he didn't say a word and even wanted to scream.
Without thinking, Bailang casually pinched off an arm of the "apprentice" next to him - poor guy couldn't scream, and after Kaba shouted, he could see big beads of sweat flowing down. And Rinpoche's own arm was also now broken.
Bai Lang pointed his fingers, and he could see that there was a smile in the eyes of the man behind the mask. It seemed that he really didn't mind hurting people, and I'm afraid he didn't mind killing people either.
Liars who deceive people, especially those who use religion to deceive, must be sharp-tongued but also able to read people. At that moment, Rinpoche immediately poured beans into the bamboo tube and said everything. "Hey, you can really make money. Here are three hundred
There are tens of thousands at home." Bailang had only received tens of thousands of yuan before. Unexpectedly, this Rinpoche had already made millions, and he kept three million in cash at his secret home.