"Taoist Priest, I would like to ask if there is any way to save my skin?"
CEO Ding Man doesn't know whether beautiful women are good or not. He only feels that after getting rid of all the fat, his body wrapped in excess skin looks like a human being, and even spending money may not necessarily lead to beautiful women.
Although the internal condition of the body obviously feels much better, the external problems also need to be solved.
You can't just ask a doctor to cut it off yourself?
Then I'm afraid I'll have scars all over my body, completely disfigured like a severe burn.
The way he looks now is absolutely to stop a child from crying at night. If he walks out of the door, he may be beaten to death as a hateful monster.
Even though his two bodyguards had seen blood, Timon felt that their eyes were a little wandering when they looked at him.
After all, although many people can face strong enemies without changing their expressions, they may not be able to look directly at disgusting people.
There is a big difference between not being afraid of seeing blood and not being afraid of seeing Mr. Ke.
"Try to practice this." Bai Mo, who had cut countless people, didn't care. He took out a small book and threw it casually.
"Yi...Yi Jin Jing??!!"
The three people who saw the title of the book inexplicably recalled the classic line "Looking at your skeleton, you must be a martial arts prodigy".
"But isn't the Yi Jin Jing from Shaolin Temple? How could it appear in the hands of a Taoist priest?" Ding Man was full of doubts.
"Besides, and isn't this something from a TV series?!"
For a moment, the three of them felt that their intelligence had been insulted.
But what they had just experienced clearly told them that everything that happened was true.
"By the way, meeting each other is fate, you still need this." Bai Mo dug into his pocket, took out three spiritual stones, and gave one to each of them.
"Why don't I give you a million yuan of luck first?"
After thinking for a long time, Ding Man used the vocabulary in his mind to piece together such a sentence.
He heard that some masters don't like to talk about money, and prefer to call it fate.
"I don't have a bank account." Ding Man's words brought Bai Mo back from his thoughts.
After hearing this answer, Ding Man recalled that the expert in front of him had also collected cash on the bus before.
But a little cash is okay, he always keeps it with him in Emerald City. For large funds, he will have to go to the bank after all.
He is just a jade merchant with some skills, and what he earns is not black money.
"It seems that this Taoist priest does not have some stories and accidents in the country and needs to remain anonymous, but more like a person who has been practicing in the mountains since childhood and travels down the mountain without knowing the changes in the world..." Thinking of the other party's performance a few days ago, Ding Man
I started to speculate on my own.
Then the more I thought about it, the more I felt I was right.
The other person's face is indeed full of innocence.
Could I... be able to do something with his innocence?
Of course, Ding Man didn't know at this time that the innocent "Bai Mo" he saw was a person shrouded in layers of disguise magic.
Bai Mo's ID card photo, as well as various previous group photos, have all been put on wanted notices.
Rome spared no expense, not only requisitioning countless domestic advertising spaces for looping broadcasts, but also spending a lot of money to place wanted poster advertisements in more than 100 countries and regions around the world.
This set of operations directly made Baimo become the "top class" in the world.
With a bounty of 50 million, it is like a humanoid gold mine, attracting mercenaries and bounty hunters from all over the world.
Countless guys who fantasize about getting rich overnight have set their sights on Bai Mo.
Even before that, they had never heard of this person.
…
"Dare I ask, sir...how come this Yi Jin Jing...is all modern literature?" Ding Man picked up the booklet and flipped through it with hesitation, and found that something was not quite right.
It's a bit different from my imagination.
"What's the use of books written by modern people if they don't use modern literature?" Bai Mo responded smoothly.
In his mind, this Yi Jin Jing was one of the introductory martial arts books compiled by humans on the last earth after they ascended to heaven.
It's just that when the original author named it, in order to satisfy his childhood fantasy, he changed the name to Yi Jin Jing.
"ah?"
"A book written by a modern person?"
"The three of you have average qualifications, but there is still hope that you can enter Taoism within a month using the Yi Jin Jing." Bai Mo did not explain much.
"Enter the Tao?"
"You mean, we also have the opportunity to learn these skills?!"
"Taoist Priest, doesn't this require the Dharma to be transmitted to the six ears?" Ding Man asked quietly.
He had never heard of these outsider masters teaching the Dharma and accepting disciples at will, even if they had given them millions of blessings.
In all the stories, only by going through many tests can one obtain Dharma. This is something that is more important than life in the eyes of many people.
"..."
"The Lord doesn't care."
Bai Mo looked at the three of them intently and said slowly.
Even in the Holy Terra Empire, these are introductory things that can be found online, and their popularity is about the same as that of tomato scrambled eggs, so Bai Mo has never taken it seriously.
What troubles the monks is always the resources and materials needed for subsequent practice.
As for the exercises, most of them choose to open source and share them, using the wisdom of all sentient beings to jointly promote optimization.
At most, it only charges a small reading fee, and generally speaking, the access threshold is not high.
It is also relying on the open source method that thousands of later monks have continued to join in repair and optimization, and the open source faction has suppressed those guys who cherish their own things to the edge of the cultivation world.
Of course, Bai Mo also contributed a lot to this. He is considered the founder of the Kaiyuan School of Kung Fu, and has brought about a trend throughout the world.
…
"The Lord doesn't care? This Taoist priest still believes in religion?" Ding Man thought silently in his heart. The more he looked at him, the more he could not understand this young man.
"Aaron, help me entertain the Taoist priest, I'll go to the safe to get something." He held the spirit stone that Bai Mo had given him tightly in his hand, turned around and left the place.
"Okay! Taoist priest, eat melon seeds." Bodyguard Aaron picked up a plate of small melon seeds with his arms as wide as the mouth of a bowl and placed it in front of Bai Mo.
"I'll get a few stones." Bai Mo didn't touch the melon seeds, but instead turned his attention to the jadeite stones piled all over the floor.
"These are new stones that Brother Man just recovered from the mine owner."
"One piece...two pieces...three pieces...four pieces..." Bai Mo scanned them all with his spiritual mind, and finally found only four pieces that were of sufficient material.
He picked up the rough stones and placed them on the table.
"Does the Taoist still understand this?" Aaron looked at Bai Mo in surprise, "Do you want me to file a wire saw for you, or maybe there is a dental machine inside?"
Having followed Ding Man all over the world for many years, Long Xing naturally knew a lot about stone gambling. The tools he mentioned were all used to "open windows" for rough stones.
"No need, just have hands."
"????"
Under Long Xing's shocked eyes, Bai Mo's index finger was like wiping dust, effortlessly wiping off the stone powder layer by layer on the surface of the original stone, revealing the bits of green inside.
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