The great monk had a kind attitude and looked like a master. Geng Yuehong walked out of the garage in a daze. She held her mobile phone in her hand and turned on the video recording.
"Female donor, only those who are destined to see our duel can't capture it with the phone in your hand. Even if it is captured, it is an incomplete picture. I hope you can delete the picture.
Because if this picture is spread outside, it will have a bad impact."
The great monk had a kind look on his face. Geng Yuehong, who was stunned, quickly came back to her senses. She really wanted to save the video on her phone, even if it was not completed or nothing was recorded. The scene she just saw was simply incredible.
"Master, you..."
"Hello, female donor, I come from Zhongshan, my name is Fushan. I don't know what grudges the female donor has with the old witch just now."
"I don't know." Geng Yuehong said blankly, recalling the scene just now, she felt frightened in her heart, and the cold wind felt up her spine again.
"Looking at the face of the female benefactor, she is plump, round and shiny. There are two dragons on both sides of the mouth. The law is very deep. She should be an important member of the political and legal department. Haishi is a first-class metropolis in China. Unless you encounter this face of the female benefactor,
Anyone who has crossed the sea on a double dragon must be the number one person in the political and legal circles of this sea."
"First member?"
Geng Yuehong was surprised, but her face had calmed down. She smiled at the great monk and said: "Master, thank you for saving my life just now. But what you just said, I don't deny that you are right, but my identity is often revealed.
Exposed in public, if you have seen me on TV or in the news before, what I said just now is not surprising."
The great monk smiled and said: "Amitabha, the female donor should be careful in the future. The poor monk resigned first. The witch will definitely not give up. If possible, the poor monk should advise the female donor to avoid the limelight for the time being."
Geng Yuehong was still about to speak, but the great monk had already turned around and left. His feet were not fast, but he had already walked out of the community in the blink of an eye, leaving a shadow in the place from time to time. It was a magical moment.
Geng Yuehong rubbed her eyes, "I must have seen it wrong. How is this possible?"
…
Zhou Shaolong has fallen asleep. He is sitting on the sofa. This building is comfortable, but their old man bought it for hundreds of thousands. Zhou Shaolong has long been accustomed to the luxurious life of the rich. When he was a child, the old man had
He had already opened a company, and their family's conditions were good at that time. When there were only a few cars on the street, he had a special car to take him to and from school every day, not to mention how impressive he was.
There are beds upstairs. No matter how old they are, Mr. Zhou has reserved a room for his son and two daughters. They are welcome to come back and rest anytime and anywhere.
Mr. Zhou did not let Zhou Shaolong go upstairs because an important guest was coming tonight. Mr. Zhou invited an expert to come to the house to change the feng shui. When he bought the house, he hired an expert to decorate it.
Feng Shui, but after the decoration was completed, many bad things happened in the home. It was also by chance that a great monk passed by and took the initiative to come to their home to adjust the Feng Shui.
After being treated like this by the great monk, Mr. Zhou immediately felt that his home was different from before. In the past, when he sat in this living room, he always felt chilly and indescribably awkward. But after being treated by the great monk,
No matter whether he sits in this living room in spring, summer, autumn or winter, he always feels refreshed. It is warm in winter and cool in summer. It is almost like a treasure. (One Zero)
The knowledge of Feng Shui on the house is also a kind of metaphysics. Mr. Zhou believes in metaphysics, but he also knows nothing about metaphysics. After the great monk finished adjusting the Feng Shui, he said that he would come to Haishi in ten years to change the Feng Shui for his house.
As the luck of the times changes, the feng shui of this house must also change with the trend.
Mr. Zhou originally thought that this great monk was trying to get money out of you. After all, there are too many fake monks out there. Just saying a few nice words would make them cheat all the money out of your pocket. But what Mr. Zhou didn’t expect was that this great monk
Didn't take any money, only asked for one
Steamed buns and a glass of water, Mr. Zhou was doubtful about the monk's selfless help. However, when the monk left, he said: "Almsgiver Zhou is a philanthropic person. He goes to the temple to donate incense money during every year and festival. Monks enjoy helping others."
, but also to help good people."
The dispatched driver has returned. Mr. Zhou, who was already feeling sleepy while sitting on the sofa, stood up excitedly, "Master Fushan, please come..."
Before Mr. Zhou could finish speaking, his driver said apologetically: "Master, please punish me. I...I didn't pick up Master Foshan."
"What?"
"I was originally waiting at the train station, but I had a stomachache after eating an ice cream. After I went to the toilet, I couldn't find Master Foshan when I came out. I went around the train station several times and couldn't find Master Foshan."
"You..." (Zero One)
Mr. Zhou was a little angry, but he quickly waved his hand, "Forget it, I don't blame you. Master Fushan definitely doesn't want us to pick him up. He also told me that he won't let me send someone to pick him up. He
Let’s take some time to relax.”
"Sir, I'm sorry." The young driver lowered his head.
"You haven't had dinner yet. Ask Mother Wu to get you something to eat. After you finish eating, go back and rest early. I won't go out tomorrow, and you won't have to go to work."
"Thank you, sir."
Mr. Zhou sat on the sofa and poured himself a cup of tea. He stood up and took a few steps. Although he knew that Master Fushan was a capable man, walking in this big city would inevitably make him a little worried.
Zhou Shaolong opened his eyes drowsily, looked at his pacing old father, and said vaguely: "Dad, what's wrong with you? Is Master Fushan here? If not, I can go upstairs first."
Want to sleep for a while?"
Mr. Zhou rolled his eyes at Zhou Shaolong. Zhou Shaolong is an absolute atheist and does not believe in any metaphysics at all. His explanation of all metaphysics is psychological effects. To a certain extent, the power of the heart is very powerful. The simplest
For example, what you eat is obviously potatoes, but if you think of it as braised pork, it might actually taste like braised pork.
Mr. Zhou ignored his son and continued to pace back and forth. When Zhou Shaolong saw that the old man was silent, he stood up and prepared to go upstairs to sleep.
"You bastard, stop here!" Mr. Zhou shouted.
Zhou Shaolong immediately stopped, turned around and said with an innocent look: "Dad, can you be a little kinder? I am already over fifty now, not when I was young. I can stay up late with you as I please."
Mr. Zhou said: "If Master Fushan doesn't come today, you kid won't be allowed to sleep!"
Zhou Shaolong suddenly looked innocent, "Oh, I feel so tired being your son..." (To be continued)