Inheriting the old celestial master at the beginning, invite me out of the supernatural bureau

"Since this is the case, then we will fight it to the end!"

"Grandpa, please help me!"

The voice in the drum was silent for a moment: "Help you, I'm fine, after all, I'm not alive, but you, I'm afraid you will lose your life..."

"It's just an old life. If you die, you will die!"

The old village chief said decisively without hesitation.

"Hey."

The voice inside the drum let out a long sigh: "This is the last resort, and it's the only way to do it as a last resort. However, I still advise you to think of a way and find some other ways, because even if you die... the people in your village It is very difficult to save the lives of these people."

The old village chief was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Thank you, old ancestor."

"I always feel that all of this is not due to some reasons, but premeditated. I just used this incident as a fuse. There is not much time, so you plan as soon as possible."

The voice inside the drum gave another warning, and then there was no more movement.

The old village head carefully put the drum back into the cabinet, and remained silent for a long time. Then, as if he had made an extremely difficult decision, he walked to the table beside him, picked up the receiver of an old desk phone, and clicked A phone number was dialed.

He is not afraid of death.

But the villagers in the village must keep...

They are all ordinary people, all innocent, and they cannot just lose their lives for no reason.

and so……

For the villagers of the village.

He gave up a very important bottom line in his heart.

A bottom line that he would not bow his head to even if he lost his life.

Then, the call was made.

"Hey."

On the other end of the phone, a voice as old as (Qian Lihao) sounded.

"I'm Huang Erzhu."

The old village chief was silent for a long time, and then said stiffly.

"I know."

The voice on the other end of the phone rang, and his tone was a little relieved, but also a little imperceptibly choked: "Er Zhu, after 50 years, you are finally willing to call brother, it's brother, I'm sorry!"

The other end of the phone turned out to be the elder brother of the old village chief!

"If you feel sorry for me... just come..."

As the old village chief spoke, his heart suddenly twitched, and the words stopped abruptly again at the very end.

"What are you going to do? Erzhu, you can say whatever you want, as long as you can forgive me, and let me go up the mountain of swords and down into the sea of ​​flames, I will give up my life!"

Seeing that the old village chief stopped talking, the other end of the phone quickly asked questions.

"It's okay, I made a mistake."

The old village head took a deep breath, clicked, and put down the phone.

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After hanging up the phone, the old village head closed his eyes deeply.

The bell rang and the call came back again.

But with his closed eyes, he no longer wanted to open them.

He just stood there, motionless, for a long, long time.

It's not that he suddenly doesn't want to let go of this bottom line.

But he suddenly found out.

Even though he has hated the other party for 50 years, in his heart, he is not willing to let the other party take risks and lose his life for his own affairs.

This matter is dangerous, if you come to help...

There is a high probability that you will lose your life here...

boom!

The old village chief slammed his hammer against the wall, and opened his eyes again, already blurred with tears.

Destiny!

Why can't you add some sugar to your life?

Even a little bit, a little bit is fine!

……

Zhongling.

On a street full of feasting lights, a hale and hearty old monk with a white beard walked steadily on the street.

His eyes were full of light, he kept looking around on the street, and then stepped forward to chat with people.

"Benefactor, seeing that your seal is black, it is a sign of great danger..."

"Sick, you are the only one who has a bra!"

……

"Benefactor, you are burdened with karma and fruit. If you want to do more evil things in your life, you will be punished in a short time. I wish..."

"roll!"

……

"Almsgiver, you are deeply rooted in Buddhism, and you are very close to my Buddhism. You might as well take refuge in my Buddha. The shaving fee is not high, and 200 million is enough..."

"If you have a relationship with Buddhism, you still need 200 million shaving fees? 200 million is not much... But master, do you know what I have a nickname?"

"The poor monk doesn't know."

"My nickname is the No. [-] King of the Sea in the south of the Yangtze River. I have converted to Buddhism. What about my sisters? Has my five-inch baby been squandering everything soon?"

"..."

……

If you follow the old monk all the way, you can find a pattern.

That was the person he approached to strike up a conversation with, and they all looked rich.

The first one is a noble lady with choppy waves. She has a well-maintained figure and face. She wears Hermès all over her body. The Hermès bag in her hand is even a limited edition. The current market price is as high as 200 million, and there is no market for it.

When the old monk saw her, she had just come out of a hotel and looked a little hurried.

The second one was a burly man with a huge gold chain around his neck, wearing only an undershirt in such a cold weather, and tattoos all over his body visible to the naked eye. Hearing what the old monk said, the other party almost made a move.

The third one is a young man who has opened the door of the Ferrari and has not started it. He is not handsome, but this Ferrari is also in line with the capital of what he said.

In this way, the old monk was scolded all the way, and in the end his face was almost green.

And until the sun went down, he didn't find someone who was destined to draw him so-called sponsorship.

"Hey! The old monk has a bright mind!"

Snapped!

There was a slap towards the back of the old monk's head.

The old monk couldn't hold back any longer, his complexion suddenly changed, he grabbed the calling hand, and rushed towards a remote alley where no one passed by with afterimages.

The young man who owed his hand was held up against the wall by his neck with one hand, his pale face was obviously stunned by fright, he swallowed deeply: "Master, I'm sorry!"

Monks are generally not angry and can be bullied casually.

This is what he saw from a dishonest book on a dishonest website.

but……

Looking at the old face in front of him who was so angry that he seemed to punch his head off.

Where the hell is he not angry?

This is simply, scarier than a fucking ghost!

"Amitabha."

And just when the young man was really about to pee his pants.

The old monk's face with white beard suddenly changed, and he regained his kindness, but he still didn't let go of the young man, pinched his neck with one hand, and yelled the Buddha's name with the other standing in front of him.

"The poor monk violated the precept of anger again. After returning home, he repented in front of the Buddha statue for six months."

He stared intently at the young man, as if he was talking to the young man, but in fact, he was talking to himself.

"Master, I'm sorry, I was wrong, I was really wrong, I will never dare again!"

Seeing the change in the old monk's appearance, the young man breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly apologized to the old monk with the white beard again.

"Amitabha."

The white-bearded old monk shouted the Buddha's name again: "The act of giving is a disrespect to the poor monk, and the poor monk's young heart has been traumatized."

He put one hand in front of his body, and slowly lowered his head.

At the same time, the hand holding the young man's collar became even stronger.

"Cough cough cough..."

You are probably 30 or [-] years older than my grandfather, with a young heart, young you mmp... The young man choked for a while and coughed, and he hurriedly said: "Master, what should I do, please, please explain clearly! "

"The donor is wise."

The old monk shouted Amitabha again: "The poor monk needs a plane ticket to Hei Province to make up for the wounds in his heart, oh yes, there are also travel expenses and food expenses along the way."

"My mother, old monk, you are extorting..."

The young man blurted out a curse, but before he finished speaking, with a snap, the hand that was pinching his collar turned into pinching his neck.

His face suddenly became very red, and while patting the arm of the old monk with white beard, he said with difficulty: "Master, I'm sorry, I'm not talking about you, how much money, you, just open your mouth..."

The white-bearded old monk pinched the opponent's hand a little looser, then raised his other hand and compared five fingers.

"Five thousand?"

The young man asked, not thinking too much, let's just teach himself a lesson.

But after hearing his question, the old monk with white beard shook his head.

The young man was taken aback, could it be five hundred?

Then, his eyes widened suddenly: "Master, you don't want 5 yuan, do you?"

"Amitabha, the donor is wise."

The white-bearded old monk shouted the Buddha's name and praised the young man.

The young man almost threw up.

fifty thousand!

Fuck, are you eating gold along the way?

"Does the donor have any opinions?"

Seeing that the young man didn't speak for a long time, the old monk with white beard and white eyebrows were slightly condensed, and his hands also increased a little bit of strength.

"No, no, I have no opinion at all.".

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The young man trembled in fright, and quickly denied it: "But, master, I don't have any cash for you, why don't you wait here for a while, and I'll go get it for you..."