Chapter 783 I, the clock of luck, you call me a devil?
The square in front of the Buddha is very lively.
Yang Fan tilted his head and looked at Ayimu's Demon Dance. The swaying dance was beautiful and moving. When he saw the people throwing money one after another, he suddenly thought of something and asked: "Hong Ma, is that money for her?"
Hong Ma saw Yang Fan's thoughts and said: "This is the money for the sesame oil for Fahua Temple. It is not only the money here, but also the money just leaving the building..."
"hiss."
Yang Fan looked at the coins on the ground expressionlessly, his heart bleeding.
etc!
Since I can exorcise objects with my soul, can I take advantage of the opportunity to do something?
Looking at the money on the stage and the precious notes floating in the wind, Yang Fan wished he could get a small basin, rush up to it and pull it out with all his strength.
One stroke is a pot!
It’s all money!
However, looking at the old monks on the high platform, especially the old monk in his true form in the middle, they look very familiar. His Eight Dragons Life-Killing Magical Power has also taken a soul mark from the other party!
He even obtained the fragments of the Mahayana Pass and the cultivation method of the physical Buddha. How could he not know the horror of this kind of people?
I'm afraid he might have been caught if he hadn't just left his body.
"well."
Yang Fan feels miserable!
The most painful thing in life is that he has plenty of money, but not a cent of it belongs to him.
When he was feeling sad, the person below used too much force and threw a piece of silver at Yang Fan's feet, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
He looked around casually, stepped on the ingot of silver with his foot, pretended to bend down, and casually took the silver into his palm.
I weighed it calmly and found that it was about five taels!
made money!
I got the money for a Qi and Blood Pill!
Successfully increased his wealth by one-sixth!
His originally lazy state immediately changed and he became energetic, his eyes paying attention to his feet from time to time.
Five taels, ten taels, three taels, two taels...
After a while, he actually picked up twenty taels of silver!
This money is so profitable!
But at this moment, a bare jade foot appeared at his feet.
The five beady toes are stepping on the ground, and they are spotless, but they look sparkling and lovely, white and moist. There are golden anklets on the ankles, which makes people have the urge to pick them up and play with them.
"Who is blocking my way to make money?"
Yang Fan's face looked a little ugly. When he raised his head, he saw Ayimu approaching her at some unknown time and looking at her cutely.
She has obvious features of a Westerner, with three-dimensional facial features, a high nose bridge, long, gentle, and thick hair, and a golden headdress between her eyebrows.
A dancer's costume full of exotic style was changed from the original one to red, like a girl dancing in front of a campfire, full of youthful vitality.
"Sister Yuexian, I heard that you are good at sword dancing. I wonder if you can dance with me?"
Ayimu's big eyes are watery, and her long eyelashes are flickering, making it impossible for anyone to say no.
She looks charming on the outside, but she is cute and smart on the inside.
It's a pity that Yang Fan, who has fallen into Qian's eyes, just wants to stay here and wait for the money to come to him. He doesn't want to get up and dance at all.
"I don't want to move." Yang Fan refused coldly.
"It's okay, sister, just sit here and I can move myself."
Ayimu seemed to be very talkative. Anyway, she just wanted to rub off on the other person's warmth and make a gesture of dancing together.
"That's right, Yuexian, it's just a dance together. You are good at sword dance, and she is good at devil dance. Maybe we can create different sparks!"
The red mother on the side also supports this kind of interaction, which is like joining forces to canvass votes. For her, she wishes Ayimu could be more proactive.
At that time, more or less people will stay, and the money will be almost in vain.
Yang Fan still wanted to refuse, but seeing Hongma's eyes constantly signaling her as if she was about to kneel down and beg, he reluctantly agreed.
But just when he was about to nod, a piece of silver happened to fall at Ayimu's feet. She didn't even look at it, and kicked it away casually!
A full ten taels of silver!
Gone!
That should have belonged to him, Yang Fan!
"If you move, I'm tired just by looking at you."
Yang Fan's heart was bleeding, and he rejected Ayimu's request without hesitation, and even included her in his blacklist.
Don’t think that just because you look good, you can do whatever you want!
"..."
Ayimu was stunned when she heard this. She still didn't know what happened until Hong Ma asked her away with a confused smile.
This lonely sword fairy is so inhumane!
She was so angry!
And here, just when Yang Fan was about to continue paddling, not long after, the competition finally came to an end and the voting reached the final stage.
Most people voted, and of course, the votes were bought with money.
The three people with the highest votes in the end will be crowned the annual Chunxi Town Oiran!
"The countdown to voting has begun, and there is still one stick of incense left. Please vote as soon as possible and choose the candidate you support!"
Someone reminded loudly.
And this was also the final canvassing time. One by one, the oiran candidates began their final talent show, and almost all of them showed off their unique skills.
Yang Fan looked left and right, and it seemed that he was the only one who didn't move.
Hong Ma quickly urged: "Yue Xian, how about you write another poem that suits the occasion?"
"No inspiration."
Seeing the people around her voting for other Oiran candidates, Hong Ma was so anxious that she almost went to heaven: "My little ancestor, if you really can't do it, how about performing a sword dance again?"
Yang Fan was about to refuse when he suddenly saw the money on the table and thought of something, so he agreed immediately.
The sword fairy dances!
The sword light is like the sea, like the moonlight covering the world.
She is like a fairy coming out of the moon palace, as ethereal and passionate as gentle as water.
But while everyone was admiring it in a mesmerizing way, Yang Fan took advantage of each swing of his sword to roll up the banknotes one after another, and quietly slipped them into his sleeves.
In just a few moments, he actually took away three hundred taels!
The joy of victory fills my heart!
But thinking that he had been working as a salted fish all afternoon, he couldn't help but feel even more painful. He had missed so much money. It was all money!
For a moment, I could see his eyebrows furrowed slightly and his eyes filled with sadness, which made everyone around him feel heartbroken.
Each and every one of them wished they could come forward in person to relieve the fairy's depression.
"Sword Fairy must be worried that she won't be able to become an oiran. No, how can we just sit back and ignore this happening? Brothers, pay for the tickets!"
"Get out of my way, I have votes in my hand! This is the money I had left over from buying answers to the college exam. I voted for Sword Fairy today! Support Sword Fairy!"
"I also have votes here. It's the money I paid for writing the questions and selling the answers. I also voted!"
"..."
Wow.
Suddenly, people voting in front of the stage swarmed in, almost overwhelming the voting box.
Tao Ying also arranged for people to blend in with the crowd and start a large-scale ticket fraud.
"Fortunately, it's public money..."
Tao Ying thought quite distressedly, but also felt a little uneasy.
Seeing Yang Fan's fiery appearance in front of the stage, he couldn't help but secretly deduct 80% of the money. In fact, it was not much, only about ten thousand taels.
Yang Fan should still be able to become an oiran, right?