The next morning, I pulled Pangpang away from my arms.

Zhang Qingyun started to wash up and wash his hair.

I made breakfast. After eating breakfast, I started cleaning the yard.

Recently, through various punishments, it is still inevitable to throw objects from high altitudes, especially at night... No, the yard is full of cigarette butts, waste paper, and bags of garbage...

“It’s not like there’s no elevator, so it’s hard to go downstairs to throw out trash?”

While cleaning the floor, on the familiar traces, the brother's headband has not been seen for several days, and the torn omen has not been left in the past few days: "Just in time, my brother asked his brother to go out of business for a few days, and I researched a talisman that can be viewed.

Then everyone will be happy..."

After cleaning up, Zhang Qingyun went to open the courtyard door.

After washing my hands, I went to offer incense to Patriarch Lie.

"Sit back and wait, take the initiative to attack..."

The last time I went to the vegetable market, I met a live broadcaster of jumping into a river, and he earned a lot of merit.

With this idea in mind, Zhang Qingyun happened to go to the vegetable market again: "It's not bad to go out for a walk..."

Who can worship God without seeing the coffin and crying, without experiencing sorrow?

After all, fewer people come to the Taoist temple.

As soon as he left the Taoist temple gate and was about to lock it, a middle-aged man stood behind him.

I have met this middle-aged Zhang Qingyun several times. Every time I see this middle-aged man, he always buys breakfast with dark circles under his eyes. He is slovenly and unkempt.

He has an unkempt beard and his hair is long and messy.

Through this, Zhang Qingyun concluded that this middle-aged man was single.

As long as there is a woman in charge, we will not fall into this situation: "I have been single for so many years and have to wash and dress every day. This middle-aged man is not as good as me..."

"Is something wrong, layman?"

As he asked, Zhang Qingyun had already opened his eyes.

The light flickered in front of his eyes, and finally converged to a point, turning into a seed and falling on the back of the middle-aged man's head. A golden beam of light rose into the sky: "I will die at home, unkempt. I am a code farmer, alone. If you can persist, Diamond King Five."

..”

"Note: I am a middle-aged Internet author who has been on the Internet for thirteen years and has begun to think of giving up. If I persuade him to persevere, he will gain three rays of merit... If he perseveres, one book can make him a god, and he will become a diamond king.

, book lovers and beautiful women get together and have a happy life...the merits will be unlimited..."

This is a change of fate, and it is a matchmaker, and the merit reward is... Well, it is a change of fate, and it is a marriage promotion, so I should get a lot of merit.

"It's nothing, I just took a look..."

Wang Kun smiled coquettishly. He had been a homebody all year round, and most of his communication with people was on the Internet. Wang Kun became shy.

"A layman online author?"

Zhang Qingyun asked.

The smile on Wang Kun's face disappeared, feeling a little distressed.

Others write novels and become gods, and they have cars and houses. He has been on the streets for more than ten years. He originally had a house, but he sold all the houses and rented a house.

Writing novels leads to this kind of end, writing novels really kills people.

The more others write, the richer they become; the more he writes, the poorer he becomes.

Wang Kun suddenly realized: "I am not suitable for writing novels. If I continue writing, I will spend all the money I have left to buy a cemetery..."

Already forty-one years old, Wang Kun dare not continue to live like this.

After turning around and leaving, Wang Kun decided to smash the computer, drop the keyboard, log out of the chat software, and start looking for a job now!

"Success is right in front of you. It would be a pity to give up. You could have been able to become a god with a book, but if you give up like this, you are destined to fail..."

Wang Kun walked faster.

Zhang Qingyun became a little anxious. The merit was right in front of him. If he couldn't get it, wouldn't it be a loss?

"The book has its own beauty, and the book has its own house of gold... If you persist, you will win. A book will make you a god, and you will marry a beautiful woman who is a book lover. If you give up, you are destined to be a bachelor."

Wang Kun walked faster.

But his face was full of longing - wife, this is a very tempting term.

It’s done. Anyway, the novel has been signed and I’m working on it for a month.

...

"What a good man...I sent you three rays of merit early in the morning."

It seems that he enjoys helping others, and good people are rewarded: "Another poor lost child found his confidence."

"Writing novels... not necessarily a few are lucky."

Zhang Qingyun has written before, and he was also addicted to novels and couldn't extricate himself.

Later, I suddenly woke up and closed the curtain. From then on, I only read novels and never wrote any more.

"If you want to have a good career, you can talk a lot, and all walks of life require language arts...just forget it."

When they arrived at the vegetable market, Zhang Qingyun was familiar with the roads.

In front of an old woman's stall, I picked some vegetables and put them in a bag: "Weigh them."

The aunt is about seventy years old. Zhang Qingyun has been buying his vegetables for more than ten years. They are all old acquaintances: "Three yuan and three yuan, give me three yuan..."

While sighing with emotion at the aunt's generosity, I accepted the offer.

Habitually opening his eyes, a light flashed before his eyes, and Zhang Qingyun's heart moved: "There's something going on..."

As he used the Sky Eye more and more times, Zhang Qingyun summed up some experiences.

Only those who have cause and effect, blessings and misfortunes will shine.

The light turned into seeds, fell on the back of the aunt's head, and the beam of light rose into the sky: "A mediocre life, a seventy-year-old age. Suddenly rich, wealth and prosperity..."

"Note: The old lady's house is going to be demolished and she will become rich soon. Say congratulations and get a ray of merit..."

"Congratulations, layman, your fortune has arrived, you will be rich soon..."

Zhang Qingyun stood up, looked at the old lady, and roared in his heart: "After getting rich suddenly, this old lady obviously wants to become a rich woman, and she is a poor person... she doesn't want to fight anymore."

"hehe..."

The old lady obviously took it as a joke and just laughed in response.

After the merits were received, Zhang Qingyun did not explain it.

After Zhang Qingyun left, the old lady received the call, immediately packed up the stall, put it in the car and left.

"Why are you so panicked? We just got here..."

Mrs. Wang, who was chatting next door, was eating melon seeds. She was very puzzled when she saw the old lady in a panic.

"I just got the news that our area is going to be demolished..."

Looking at Zhang Qingyun who had just walked out of the vegetable market, the old lady's mouth was cracked with only a few teeth left: "This little Taoist priest is very well-informed. He is really going to get rich..."

...

Carrying green vegetables, Zhang Qingyun would open his eyes and take a look at every person he passed by.

In front, a young girl with a voluptuous figure and an exaggerated waist twist walked towards Zhang Qingyun. When the young girl entered within one meter, Zhang Qingyun opened his eyes.

The light in front of my eyes lit up, and finally it became a point, turned into a seed, and fell on the back of the girl's head: "Redeem yourself and become a bride. If you want to be stable, hide the past..."

"Note: You understand."

I know shit!

Zhang Qingyun complained in his heart, "Isn't she just a young lady? If she is a good person, she can still get married, right?"

Well, even if you don't remind them, they won't talk about their past careers...

I only gave one annotation. Do you know what it means?

remind?

Or not remind?

Is there any merit?

So, shouldn’t there be merit in shining a bright light?

"rogue..."

Suddenly, there was a low curse in his ear, and Zhang Qingyun's face was filled with confusion.

When he turned around, the woman was already gone.

"Who's the gangster?"

Zhang Qingyun was really confused: "What have I done, am I a gangster?"
To be continued...