Fangzheng listened carefully. It was different this time. He directly said, "F * * k you. Why is the sun so hot? I'm wearing thick clothes. Next time, I'll wear a silk bagua, or I'll die from the heat sooner or later … Sigh, they're paying me so much money. I'll have to act more and dance for ten more minutes … "
Fangzheng was rendered completely speechless. He thought to himself, "This Daoist's Dharmic Dao isn't much, but his ability to lampoon himself is truly impressive! To be able to mutter and complain for half an hour without repeating anything, this isn't something an ordinary person can do. "
The Daoist priest muttered to himself as he finished his Seven Star Steps. He waved his peach wood sword as if he had hit something. Then, he called it a day!
The Daoist priest said, "That evil spirit has been slain by me. Benefactor, you can rest assured."
Li Dafa heaved a sigh of relief when he heard that. Then, he said to his secretary, "Pay up."
The secretary did not care and gave the money to the Taoist.
Li Dafa heaved a sigh of relief and happily bade farewell.
After Li Dafa walked away, the Daoist priest took off his Dao crown and wiped his sweat. He sighed and said, "How can such a fool be so rich? There's no justice in this world! "
Just as he finished speaking, he heard a clang at the door! The door opened!
The Daoist priest looked back, but he didn't see anyone. Then, a gust of chilly wind blew in.
The Daoist priest was stunned and muttered, "Is the air conditioner too high?"
"Benefactor, lying is not a good habit." At this moment, a gentle voice rang out, scaring the Daoist priest. His shop wasn't big, and he could see everything with a single glance. He knew very well whether there was anyone in the house or not. What was the meaning of this person popping out of nowhere?
The Daoist priest turned his head and saw a white-robed monk sitting on the sofa in the room.
Beside the white-robed monk sat a salted fish!
The Daoist priest rubbed his eyes and exclaimed, "Fangzheng?!"
Fangzheng smiled. "Patron, since you know This Penniless Monk, there's no need for This Penniless Monk to say anything else, right?"
The Daoist priest said in disbelief, "Fellow Daoist, you're going too far. You're a monk and I'm a Daoist priest. What I do is none of your business, right? "
Fangzheng took out his cell phone and placed it on the table. He said with a smile, "Are you a real Daoist? Do you believe that I can find out the color of your underwear just by posting on Weibo? You have to believe me, the benefactors on the internet are very resourceful. "
The Daoist priest broke out in a cold sweat … Of course, he wasn't a real Daoist priest. In fact, which real Daoist priest would do this?
True Taoists were supported by Taoist temples in famous mountains and great rivers. They practiced Qi, practiced Kung Fu, and comprehended the nature of heaven and earth. They were leisurely and contented. How could they step into the world of mortals to swindle other people's money? Moreover, the country wouldn't allow it!
Although there were true Taoists who went down the mountain to help with Fengshui and exorcism, they had real abilities and were proficient in medical skills. They were really doing things.
Unlike him, all his abilities depended on his mouth.
This was not a big deal. It was metaphysics, after all. As long as he could fool the police, even if someone reported him, the police would not be able to do anything to him.
However, Fangzheng was different. The monk's standing in China was just too high. He was a popular and public figure. If he were to expose the matter, the Daoist priest would probably end up in jail.
Fangzheng said, "Patron, you just earned quite a bit of money. What do you plan on using it for?"
At this point, the Daoist priest already understood that the monk did not treat him as a fellow Daoist. That was why he addressed him as patron.
The Daoist priest knew that if he didn't serve the master in front of him well, he wouldn't be able to survive in the future. Hence, he gritted his teeth and said, "I'll donate it."
Fangzheng smiled in satisfaction. "Amitabha. Patron, you still have a root of wisdom. If you cultivate well in the future, you might have a good end."
The Daoist priest's face darkened when he heard that. How could someone praise someone like that? This was clearly a threat!
If one cultivated well to have a good end, why not cultivate well?
With this in mind, the Daoist priest trembled and said, "Thank you for your guidance, Master. I'll donate the money today and close my doors."
Fangzheng said, "Amitabha. Patron, run quickly."
The Daoist priest felt a breeze flash in front of him, and the monk and salted fish in front of him disappeared.
Such a magical divine power made him even more certain of Fangzheng's identity.
At the same time, he was puzzled. Run quickly? Why was he running?
The Daoist priest had been in the pugilistic world for a long time and was a smart person. He immediately snapped to his senses and slapped his thigh. "Oh no! That ghost was most likely hired by Master Fangzheng to deal with that fellow. If Master Fangzheng goes, the ghost will definitely reappear. That fool will know that he has been deceived the moment he sees the ghost. Won't he be looking for trouble with me? "
With this in mind, the Daoist priest immediately packed up his money and closed the shop. He turned into an alley and as he passed through it, he took off his Daoist robe, revealing his t-shirt and pants. He instantly turned into an ordinary middle-aged man that could be seen everywhere on the streets. Then, he got into a car that was parked a thousand meters away and sped away.
On this day, a person came to the Angel Charity Organization. Without saying his name, he directly donated 200,000 yuan and left.
This matter even appeared on the news. Instantly, there were all sorts of jokes circulating in the streets, praising this person for his loyalty …
Some people were happy, while others were sad. At that moment, Li Dafa was about to go crazy!
Li Dafa lit a cigarette with trembling hands. His forehead was covered in cold sweat and his lips were purple!
It wasn't only Li Dafa. The secretary was the same. The two of them sat on the left and right. At some point in time, a person had appeared between the two of them. He was dressed in construction site clothes. He spread his arms and wrapped them around their shoulders. He said with a tragic smile, "Did the two of you have fun just now?"
"Big … Big … Big Brother, Brother Cai, there's … there's room for discussion," the secretary said with a sobbing tone.
"Cai Guohong, smoke … smoke?" As Li Dafa spoke, he took out a cigarette. However, his hands were trembling so much that he couldn't take it out a few times.
"Where are we going now?" Cai Guohong asked.
Li Dafa asked the secretary with a sobbing tone, "Where are we going?"
The secretary cried. "Boss Li, how would I know?"
Li Dafa said, "Why don't you know?"
The secretary also jolted and hurriedly shouted, "Can we go to the bank to withdraw money …?"
Li Dafa said, "Can we?"
Cai Guohong chuckled and said, "How much?"
Li Dafa said, "As long as you're happy, any amount is fine."
Therefore, the car drove to the entrance of the bank. Then, a group of security guards looked at Cai Guohong and the secretary in puzzlement. The two of them were stiff and their legs were limp as they walked forward. There was something wrong with them no matter how they looked at it, but they couldn't tell what was wrong.
After entering the bank, Li Dafa was directly invited into the VIP room by the bank's staff. With a smile on his face, he served tea.
However, Li Dafa couldn't wait because he saw Cai Guohong take out a knife from somewhere and sharpen it …
Hence, Li Dafa shouted, "Don't take anything. Give me money!"
"Boss Li, how much do you want to withdraw?" the bank manager asked.
Li Dafa said, "Five hundred thousand!"
Clang!
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