Chapter 837 Giving Words

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Facing the old man's question, I could only sigh.

"First, I am not a Taoist priest now, so I am not qualified to give you a name. Second, I am actually a disciple of Sangmen Xingjun. Generally speaking, anyone who comes close to me will be unlucky."

"You can ask the people around me who haven't had any problems?"

The old man just smiled indifferently: "How can anyone dislike their savior?"

After saying that, he hugged each other tightly and said, "Please give me the words, Master!"

If so, then so be it!

"My surname is Chen, and the only word is Qi. Since we have met, we are family."

"You are the oldest, uncle Ji among the brothers. According to this order, I should call you Uncle Chen."

The old man's clasped hands were instantly raised above his head: "Uncle Chen thanked the master."

"Old man, please leave first. If you have any instructions, please hit me three times on my back, and I will meet you in your dream."

After saying that, Uncle Chen disappeared.

I shook suddenly and woke up from my dream.

Looking at the moonlight outside the window, I looked at the time. It had just passed midnight.

I couldn't help but sigh. When Wei Zheng killed the Dragon King of Jinghe in his dream, I, an ordinary person, enlightened a hundred-year-old turtle in my dream.

Looking at the whole business of eating yin and yang rice, this thing is enough for me to brag about for the rest of my life!

If this is the case, then I must speed up the construction of the temple.

The next day, I called Duan Xu. His master was no different from yesterday. He was all groggy.

According to Duan Xu, he probably hasn't eaten turtle for too long, which is why his body is so weak.

It may take some time to fully recover.

I especially want to persuade him, why don't you stop and hang out with me? I can guarantee that he will eat the bastard every time.

An organization that can't even guarantee the most basic food still expects to be promoted to immortality with him?

Are you hungry enough to become immortal?

What is more surprising to me is that even in this state, Duan Xu is still thinking about the foundation.

I just let him take care of the master with peace of mind, and I will figure out the rest.

After a short discussion, Taozi and I decided to bring in some construction vehicles to ensure that the construction progress would not be delayed and that Duan Xu would not find any clues.

A few days after work started, I was doing some odd jobs with my construction hat on, when someone suddenly tapped me from behind.

I turned around and saw that it was Duan Xu.

I threw the hammer aside and stood up straight: "If you don't take good care of your master, why are you here?"

"He has recovered a lot and can basically take care of himself."

I am busy arranging the affairs of Jianguan, and I dare not neglect the affairs of Guangming Sect.

I asked tentatively: "Can you communicate with people now?"

"Hmm..." He hesitated for a moment: "I can't be stimulated. I'm worried that he will go crazy again."

Duan Xu rubbed his hands and looked around the construction site: "I want to discuss something with you."

"you say."

"Look, you, the hired worker, also spend money. How about you let me try it?"

I glanced sideways at his shoulder: "Is the injury healed?"

Duan Xu shook his shoulders: "That's almost it."

It was scheduled to be filled tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. At this juncture, he suddenly offered to help. It was hard not to make me suspicious.

I looked at him with some caution: "You take good care of Master, that's more important than anything else."

Duan Xu rubbed his hands with a look of embarrassment on his face: "My master is weak and needs to buy turtle meat to replenish his body."

"The money I have is definitely enough for eating steamed buns, but the turtle..."

After hesitating for a moment, I nodded: "Then it will be calculated as a small job, 80 yuan a day, and it will be paid on the same day."

"Can I give you 100 yuan?"

Duan Xu almost begged: "The processed bastard still costs a hundred dollars."

"Okay." I didn't continue to bargain with him, and handed him the helmet on my head: "Pay attention to your safety."

Duan Xulu happily took the hat, picked up the hammer from the ground and went down to the construction site.

Taozi walked over with two boxes of drinks and placed them heavily on the ground.

"What does this kid want to do with you again?"

"Earn money and buy bastards."

Taozi opened the water and handed it to me: "Do you believe it?"

"Why don't you believe it?"

She pursed her lips and took a sip of her drink: "Such a big organization, let the people under it do hard labor?"

I couldn't help but smile bitterly: "If he had money, he wouldn't risk his life."

"They are all poor people."

In two days, the foundation has begun to take shape, which means that the most difficult thing has been done.

Logically speaking, for such a big thing as filling the altar, one should choose an auspicious day and gather some colleagues.

But now that I am still young, I don’t dare to make such a big noise.

I looked at the almanac and found that tomorrow is really a good day for groundbreaking.