"It's him! It's this guy who stole your head stick." A bodyguard caught up with him panting, pointing his finger at Fang Xiaoyu and replied.
"I'm so angry. This guy actually took away my incense stick." The rich man in white glared at Fang Xiaoyu angrily and shouted to his subordinates: "Why didn't you stop him?"
"Master, this kid is so powerful. We can't stop him!"
"Yes! This guy knows kung fu, and none of us are his opponents."
The two bodyguards explained to the rich man in white with flattering expressions. When they looked at Fang Xiaoyu, they felt more fear in their hearts.
Seeing that none of his four men could stop Fang Xiaoyu, the man in white had no choice but to glare at him hatefully and said with disdain: "Huh! So what if you get the scent of your head? He is still poor even if he should be poor. Look at how poor he is! Still poor!
I want to come here to ask for money! I think it’s all in vain.”
Fang Xiaoyu ignored these people and walked straight to the cauldron in front, preparing to kneel down and worship the God of Wealth statue in the Temple of Wealth.
He rolled up his sleeves inadvertently, and the Xunlong gold watch on his wrist made a soft "Ying" sound, and immediately a golden light swayed, shining brightly under the illumination of the incense candle.
"Oh my God, Brother Kai, look at this kid wearing a gold watch on his wrist! He's so rich!" The charming woman next to the man in white looked at Fang Xiaoyu with a gold watch on his wrist.
I was so stunned.
After listening to the charming woman's words, the four bodyguards also looked at Fang Xiaoyu one by one, and soon they also made sounds of envy.
"Let me go, this guy is really a rich man. The jade pendant around his waist probably costs tens of thousands of dollars!"
"This guy's shoes seem to be from Hermès! A pair of them would probably cost seven to eight thousand!"
"Holy crap, the clothes are also from Armani! They cost tens of thousands, probably!"
"This outfit costs tens of thousands at least! This guy is really a rich man."
Seeing his men stretching their necks one by one, Fang Xiaoyu was filled with envy, and the man in white was very angry.
The charming woman next to him was his new girlfriend, but in front of him, she envied other people's money. How could he bear this?
The man in white yelled angrily at his woman and four bodyguards: "Damn it, you are blind! Can't you see, is this a street vendor? It's fake, it's all fucking fake."
After saying this, the face of the man in white became hot.
His eyes were flashing with jealousy, almost setting his clothes on fire.
Hearing the sound, the four bodyguards and the charming woman had no choice but to restrain themselves and nodded in agreement.
"What the young master said is absolutely true! This guy will see through it immediately that it is a lie."
"Yes! It's fake."
"all fake."
"That's just street food."
"I'll go, it's so fake!" The charming woman stretched her neck and shouted, but her eyes were still a little reluctant to let go.
Suddenly, a man who was more handsome and richer than her man appeared in front of her. How could she not make this money-loving woman a little tempted?
Hearing the discussion among several people, Fang Xiaoyu felt dumbfounded.
He put down his sleeves, cleared his throat, took two steps forward, and prepared to kneel down to the statue of the God of Wealth in front of him.
"Sir, wait!"
Suddenly I heard a shout from behind me.
Everyone turned around and saw two young Taoist priests running out of the Taoist temple.
One of the Taoist priests with a delicate appearance ran up to Fang Xiaoyu at a very fast speed, stood in front of him, performed a Taoist ceremony towards Fang Xiaoyu, and respectfully explained: "Hello, sir! Our master
I told you, you can’t worship!”
"Oh! Why can't I worship this God of Wealth?" Fang Xiaoyu asked curiously.
"This..." The handsome-looking Taoist priest looked at his junior brother, then at Fang Xiaoyu, and was speechless for a moment.
Seeing this, the man in white from before smiled proudly: "Hahaha! Boy, are you pretending to be too big? Even the Taoist priests in the Taoist temple can't stand it. They won't let you worship the God of Wealth. You are still competing with me for the top spot.
Where’s the incense stick? Not everyone can wear this incense stick, it has to match your status. Give it a try, I think it’s better for me to worship the God of Wealth!”
Seeing the man in white, he was about to bow down, but heard a loud voice coming from behind him.
"Blessings and Immeasurable Heavenly Lord!"
Everyone turned around and saw an elder with a kind face and a Taoist air coming from the side hall of Guandao.
He is the host of Guandaoli, the old Taoist priest of Changpo.
The old Taoist priest from Changpo has a white beard and holds a whisk in his hand. He looks a bit fairy-like.
He straightened his waist and came straight to Fang Xiaoyu. He first performed a door ceremony, and then smiled and explained to Fang Xiaoyu: "This little brother, I think you have a noble face, and you exude a sense of nobility."
Breath of the dragon. I'm afraid that our little Taoist contemporaries can't bear your worship! Therefore, please give me some thin noodles and only bow to the gods in the temple. Otherwise, you must not kneel down. Otherwise
, this is destroying the lifespan of the old man!"
"So this is ah!"
Fang Xiaoyu nodded as if he had some understanding. He knew that he was the Witch King of Wanshan and was destined to be the ninth emperor. I am afraid that ordinary little gods and earth immortals would not be able to bear his worship.
Last time I was in Xuefeng Mountain, I bowed down to the altar of the village chief’s house.
Thinking of this, he smiled and saluted the old Taoist priest: "Okay, I just want to bow down."
"Fu Sheng, Infinite Heavenly Lord! This is the best!" The old Taoist priest said another Taoist ceremony to Fang Xiaoyu, and said with a leisurely smile: "The old Taoist specially opened the wishing pool today. For the first three pilgrims to offer incense, I will prepare three
A wishing coin allows you to go to the wishing pool and make a wish for this year."
"Thank you! Let me salute the God of Wealth first and say okay!" Fang Xiaoyu nodded, turned around and bowed to the statue of the God of Wealth in the Temple of Wealth.
Seeing this, the man in white from before couldn't help but laugh proudly.
"What a fool! I got fooled. I really thought I was so awesome! But I didn't know that this was an old Taoist priest who wouldn't let him worship the God of Wealth. It was because people looked down on him. He really thought he was a dragon! Come to the Temple of Wealth
, If you don’t worship the God of Wealth, you will naturally not get the blessing of the God of Wealth, and this stick of incense will be in vain. Today, I am a cheap man. Haha! I will worship the God of Wealth now.” The man in white glanced at Fang Xiaoyu with disdain.
, seeing that he was chatting happily with the old Taoist priest, he fell down and knelt down on the ground.
"Master, God of Wealth, bless me with wealth."
After bowing three times, he pointed to Fang Xiaoyu not far away, and said with a curse: "This kid will be in bad luck. He will lose all his money this year."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a flat fruit on the altar table making a sudden sound and rolling down from the fruit plate.
"Master, this apple has fallen." A bodyguard kindly reminded me.
"It's good that the apple has fallen! It means everything is safe and the wealth is rolling in! Look, the apple is still rolling!" The man in white pointed at the apple that rolled down the table, and glanced at Fang Xiaoyu proudly: "Boy,
This year, the God of Wealth will be with me, and I will be safe and prosperous. What belongs to me cannot be taken away, and you can take advantage of it."
"Really?" Fang Xiaoyu glanced at the man in white and sneered: "If the apple falls, it means you are going to fall and roll, which means you are going to somersault, and it is a series of somersaults, which is not a source of wealth! Just take it easy!"