I really didn’t expect that Shi Fumo came here for money.
But he understood why the other party was blocking him to ask for the banknote instead of moving the gold and silver in the warehouse.
It’s really… not very cost-effective.
This gold looks dazzling, but is actually worthless.
You move two hundred gold bars, weighing one ton, and bring them home. The ratio of gold to silver is one to five, which is only ten thousand taels of silver.
A silver note in Zhang Wu's arms was ten thousand taels.
How could Shi Fu Mo not rob him?
only.
"Uncle Master, why do you, a monk, need money?"
Zhang Wu asked with a strange look on his face.
Shi Fu Mo put his hands together and said:
"Placing gold on the Buddha and building temples has incredible merits. It can accumulate extraordinary wealth and receive profound blessings."
"..."
Zhang Wu twitched the corner of his mouth and complained speechlessly:
"Uncle, if you want money, just say so. This is fate and blessing. It's really roundabout. Can you be more honest?"
Shi Fu Mo thought for a moment, lowered his eyebrows and said:
"In that case...the thing in your arms, nephew, is destined to me."
I like your stuff, should I give it to you or not?
"Direct enough."
Zhang Wu praised him and said:
"Since Uncle Master wants fate, he might as well get it based on his ability. However, to avoid hurting the harmony, it is not a good idea to fight directly. What do you think, Uncle Master..."
Zhang Wu thought for a while and said:
"Why don't we each show our skills? As soon as the expert makes a move, he will know whether he has it or not and whether he can win against the other party. Then he will naturally know in his heart."
"This method is great!"
Release the demon and put your hands together to bow.
It is easy for both parties to accidentally injure each other during a fight. With Ma Liu's friendship and the martial arts all coming from Shaolin, if you still want people to recognize their ancestors, you must leave some room.
Zhang Wu asked politely:
"Uncle, you come first, or me?"
"Master Nephew please come first."
Shi Fumo made a gesture of invitation, but still blocked the door.
He had just fought a series of battles with Jianba, and he was seriously exhausted. He took the opportunity to recover first.
"In this case, my nephew has made a fool of himself."
Zhang Wu was not polite. As soon as he used his internal energy, the muscles all over his body instantly swelled up, and when he pumped up his energy and blood, his body immediately vibrated with a metallic vibrato like steel, as if every bone in his body was roaring and exploding.
Slowly accumulating momentum, the moment he adjusted his body to its peak, the sizzling robe on Zhang Wu suddenly stopped, becoming as hard as iron.
"drink--"
Like nine days of thunderous shouts, the warehouse exploded, and a circle of gas masks exploded violently with Zhang Wu as the center, instantly exploding his shirt, revealing his mighty, domineering, and powerful bronze muscles.
"Boom——"
With one punch, it fell to the ground like a blazing meteor. The terrifying sonic blast made the air emit a sharp and piercing scream, and the extremely hard ground suddenly exploded under this punch!
"Click——"
The sound was like the cracking of a 100-meter mountain, which made Shi Fumo's expression change, his heart felt like it was being shocked by electricity, and he could not hide his horror.
This punch caused the whole world to tremble, and the crackling sound spread to the outside of the warehouse, causing large spiderweb-like cracks to form in all directions, which really seemed to destroy the world.
Zhang Wu stood proudly in the pit, with his hands behind his back, grinning and stroking his painful right fist, and asked:
"Uncle Master, I wonder how much this punch of mine is worth?"
"..."
Shi Fumo covered up the shock in his eyes, lowered his head and pondered for a moment and said:
"Worth fifty thousand yuan."
This kind of power is something that Shifu Mo himself can achieve.
But the consequence is...
Excessive explosion and overdraft of vitality. After one punch, only half life is left.
Like Zhang Wu, who doesn't hurt himself and only relies on his ultimate strength to punch, but can still have such power, Shi Fu Demon is ashamed of himself.
If they really fight, they can be even in a short time, but after fifty moves, Shi Fu Mo will be unable to parry and withstand the opponent's strength.
However, fighting is not only about strength, but also about combat experience, mental state, etc. Being strong does not mean you can win.
"Worth fifty thousand yuan?"
Zhang Wu's eyes lit up and he said:
"That is to say, Uncle Master, do you only want one hundred thousand Yuan?"
Shi Fumo nodded.
Zhang Wu said:
"Then, Uncle Master, look at how much luck I can reduce with this move of mine."
Someone started walking around in the warehouse, taking a leisurely stroll. The domineering figure like a body of steel set off waves of violent whirlwinds, causing the walls to echo with rumbling and muffled thunder, and making the shelves weighed down by heavy gold bars rattle.
Shake it up.
Suddenly, the violent roaring stopped, Zhang Wu's running afterimages disappeared, and the warehouse was empty. Where could there be anyone?
Shi Fumo's hair stood on end and his scalp exploded.
Turning around suddenly, Zhang Wu's voice came from behind:
"Uncle Master, how is my movement?"
"..."
Shi Fu Mo's heart was shrouded in coldness and he was speechless for a long time.
No matter how fast Zhang Wu moved, he could still see clearly.
The moment he rushed out of the warehouse, he saw and sensed it, but... couldn't stop it.
It's one thing to see it with your eyes, but it's another thing to be able to keep up with your body's reaction.
If Zhang Wu wanted to kill him, it would not be difficult.
Shi Fu Mo took a long breath and extinguished the ambition in his heart.
"With just this skill, my nephew, you will be the only one in the world. If there is no master, I will be the only one!"
Zhang Wu was not interested in the verbal flattery and just asked:
"Uncle Master, please give me an evaluation. How much luck is my body method worth?"
"One hundred thousand fate."
It is also free and easy to release demons, admit defeat, and simply give up even a dime.
Zhang Wu asked doubtfully:
"Why not 200,000 yuan?"
"..."
Release the demon and change its color.
You don't give me a chance to co-write, but you still want me to pour out the blood, right?
Zhang Wu secretly laughed in his heart, but he still took out the stack of banknotes from his arms, counted five of them and said:
"Uncle Master, my master Hu Tulong came from Shaolin. I am his disciple and can be considered from Shaolin. We are all destined to the Buddha. Please help me put 50,000 yuan in gold for the Buddha to accumulate some merit.
Blessing."
"Amitabha, my nephew's heart towards the Buddha can be learned from heaven and earth. My uncle thanks you on behalf of the Buddha."
Shi Fumo took out an alms bowl, clasped his hands together, and stretched it out to Zhang Wu, his body covered with treasures and solemnity.
Someone's heart was twitching and the corners of his eyes were twitching. He reluctantly put fifty thousand yuan into the alms bowl.
It's not that he's grand and doesn't use money as money. It's really fifty thousand taels of silver. It's not worth it to make friends with a super master.
I don't know about others, but as far as Zhang Wu knows, those who are loyal to Liu Qing are top-notch, with an annual salary of more than 500,000 taels.
The price offered by the imperial court to Shi Fumo was one hundred thousand taels per year.
I am willing to give up fifty thousand yuan today to let this cheap uncle owe me a favor. If he can use it in the future, I will pay it back tenfold.
After thinking about it, Zhang Wu took a bite and realized that the money was easy to come by anyway. He counted five more banknotes and said:
"Uncle Master, I heard that the Golden Body of Subduing Demons is a method passed down by the Buddha. I want to build a temple for the Buddha. I wonder if I can obtain his true inheritance."
“Buddha’s true teachings can’t be exchanged for ten thousand pieces of gold!”
He saved the demons and returned decisively. The value of Buddhism is immeasurable. How can it be measured by money?
However, when Zhang Wu heard this, he had another meaning.
Ten thousand gold, that is, fifty thousand taels of silver.
If you don't exchange ten thousand gold, it means that fifty thousand yuan is not enough...