The sky is dark and bright.

Dong dong dong dong...

Dang! Dang! Dang!

The movement was no less than that of the later decoration teams.

"I can't stand it!!"

I took off the protective gear layer by layer with my four eyes, almost going crazy. I finally came back from driving away the corpse. After a few days of peace, this old thing started to toss as soon as I had a rest!

Thinking of this, he jumped out of bed angrily, went to get the gold bars without saying a word, and made up his mind to invite the giant Buddha away.

Jia Le was also woken up and said with sleepy eyes:

"Master, what are you going to do?"

At this moment, he held a wooden box under his arm. Because the gold was too heavy, he dragged it with his other hand and said menacingly:

"What's wrong? Go buy a house!"

"That smelly monk has bad intentions. He knocks in the morning and at night. If I live with him for a few more years, I will have to take the first step and report to the underworld!"

Outside the corridor.

Meng Fan slowly opened his eyes. It was not the time for him to show off his performance now. Wait a moment...

"Good morning, uncle."

"morning."

He answered with anger in his eyes, and walked quickly towards the next door without any intention of continuing the chat.

If you don’t bring this yellow and white thing with you, you won’t take it with you until you die. Spend money to buy it and keep it clean. It’s very good!

At this moment, he was thinking:

How many gold bars will the old bald donkey ask for?

This box is full of giant yellow croakers. Any one of them can buy a house in the provincial capital, be it a large mansion or a big mansion.

It is true that this place has beautiful mountains and clear waters, and the aura is quite good. It can be regarded as a rare place for cultivation.

But in the Age of Ending Dharma, the general environment is like dragon veins, and earth veins wither and shrink. There is no such thing as being able to ascend to immortality with just one breath of air.

Otherwise, this place would have been overcrowded, crowded with monks...

As his thoughts turned around, the Tang style wooden lattice door was opened, and he entered with eyes wide open, looking unkind.

"Brother Dao, it's good morning."

"Come here so early to say hello to me."

Naturally, this movement could not be hidden from Meng Fan. In fact, he could not tell whether Master Yixiu was acting strangely or just saying it unintentionally.

Please say hello?

In the old days, it was used for bottom versus top.

"Don't talk nonsense. I want to buy your house. Set a price yourself. Move out quickly to avoid further quarrels."

"Wow, so many gold bars."

Master Yixiu’s laughter reached Meng Fan’s ears:

"Brother Tao, we are all good neighbors. It's not about money, it's about fate."

"Excuse me, how can fate be bought with money?"

The dialogue from the original play is still happening.

Uncle Four Eyes really couldn't stand this kind of long-term torture. He remained unmoved by words. He patted the wooden box and said coldly: "Tell me, how can you be willing to move it?"

"Amitabha, this poor monk plans to knock on sutras and recite Buddha's name until he passes away."

"Okay, I'll watch with my eyes wide open to see when you die!"

There was a strong smell of disgust and gunpowder in his words.

Immediately afterwards, the uncle changed his tone and quickly walked out of the house, holding a box in one hand and a human-shaped clay doll with red fingerprints in the other. His eyes were full of excitement, as if he had seen a great revenge being avenged.

"Xiaofan, come in with me."

"good."

Hearing this, Meng Fan immediately stood up from the ground and followed him into the room.

Jiale rubbed his eyes, looked at the two serious-looking people, and asked curiously: "Master, senior brother, what do you want?"

"Don't worry."

The more he looked at the clay doll, the happier he felt. He glanced sideways at his disciple and said, "Hurry up and get ready, get up!"

"Ah? It's not daylight yet."

"How long does it take to do this? Go!"

"oh."

"Old guy, you're dead."

Weisheng, an ancient technique popular in the pre-Qin Dynasty, can use media to curse or pray to defeat the people, things, and evil spirits that you hate.

According to legend, it began with Jiang Taigong.

In the past, when King Wu of Zhou defeated Zhou and the world surrendered, only Marquis Ding refused to come to court. The Taigong drew a portrait of Marquis Ding and kept shooting arrows at the portrait. From then on, he became ill.

In the end, Ding Hou's limbs and bones were in unbearable pain, and he had no choice but to send envoys to express his surrender to King Wu. Jiang Taigong achieved his goal and pulled out the arrows shot on the portrait on A, B, D, and Geng Xin days.

The disease improved immediately.

Of course, there are two sides to the technique.

The peach charms, door gods, etc. hung during the Spring Festival are also an extension of the aversion to winning, implying auspiciousness and beauty, and Taoist spending is even more so:

There will be words cast on it such as "long live forever, peace in the world, mountain ghosts, all gods avoid all taboos", or auspicious patterns such as stars, turtles, snakes, dragons and phoenixes.

"Xiaofan, you will protect me in a moment and act according to the opportunity."

"That old guy is quite capable."

Listening to his uncle's words, Meng Fan sighed in his heart and had no intention of following the plot.

Seeing blood... is not good.

So, he deliberately asked: "Master, what are your specific thoughts?"

"Kill him of course!"

After saying these harsh words, Si Mu felt a little more at ease, and then he replied seriously: "First smash those things that disturb people's dreams, and then teach the old monk a lesson so that he can retreat when he sees difficulties."

next door.

The sound of bells and chimes keeps ringing, and the sound of chanting is harsh.

"In my opinion, it's better to retaliate against him and let him know how much trouble he has caused to others over the years."

"How?"

He frowned and said suspiciously, "You won't turn your elbows outward like Jiale and become a traitor, right?"

"Can't, can't."

Meng Fan shook his head.

"Sir, please tell me clearly. I have to resolve the matter today. If you have any womanly kindness, please get out of the way and stay out of the way."

"..."

What is this thing called?

In Uncle Jiu's yizhuang, killing ghosts, monsters and zombies, not to mention how happy it is.

After taking the peak competition seriously with a heavy heart, the result is that before that, I still have to think about mediating disputes between the elderly.

Suffering...

"Master, relax, I'm definitely here to help you. I'm just an old monk. What do you want from him?"

"Besides, my nephew's character needs no introduction, and he is not a person who is motivated by sex."

After a few words, the internal dispute was resolved.

Just like what Meng Fan said, he didn't expect to get any benefits from Ikkyu whom he just met, let alone Qingqing's beauty.

"Okay, let me try it first."

The words fell.

Simu stood aside, not in a hurry to use the art of hating victory, but patiently waiting for Meng Fan's method.

As for how to solve it?

As I have just said, I will repay the other person with his own way.
To be continued...