"Boss! Your money is gone!"
The little brother jumped to catch the money flying in the sky, and he could catch a lot of it with one hand!
There are at least ten or twenty cards in one handful!
He was so happy to catch it!
While grabbing, the little brother shouted: "Boss, you can't blame me! I, I have tried my best!"
At this time, Kong Ming frowned slightly under the Buddha and said to himself: "Is there anyone stopping me from losing money for you?"
As he spoke, he pushed his palm forward for the second time!
This time the force of the palm attack is even more fierce!
boom!
In the parking lot, all the glass on Feng Liang's car was broken!
The money locked in the car was also flying all over the sky!
The boy in front who was grabbing the money was dumbfounded!
But he didn't compromise!
"Boss! There is nothing we can do. I can catch a little bit for you!"
After saying that, the boy jumped up and grabbed the money in the sky as if he didn't know how tired he was!
If Feng Liang watched it now, he would probably be moved to tears!
Snapped!
Uncle Yijiang, who walked out of the river, had already reached the fiftieth step!
At this time, eleven fifty-eight!
After passing the fifty steps, Uncle Ghost's pace suddenly accelerated!
When Kong Ming saw it, he made out the seals with both hands. After repeated operations, a faint Buddha light actually lit up on his body!
boom!
Finally, Kong Ming slapped his hands on the floor in front of him!
In the parking lot, the howling wind whipped up violently, and all the money except for the little brother who was tightly clenched in his hand was swept up in the sky, spinning several times and carried it into the Yihe River!
A strange scene happened!
As soon as the tens of thousands of scattered banknotes entered the Yi River, they sank directly under the river water and had no intention of floating on the water!
Kong Wen slapped his hand on the floor and slammed it!
"Ouch!"
The boy who grabbed the money for Feng Liang fell to the ground!
At the same time, all the money in his hand flew into the sky!
The younger brother hurriedly grabbed and scratched, but barely managed to catch one or twenty!
The strong wind carried all the flying money and fell into the river. When all the money disappeared on the river, Kongming raised his hand from the ground.
"Donor Feng, there is only more than a thousand yuan left to destroy your wealth. It is impossible for you to have less than a thousand yuan for the rest of your life. Therefore, the evil ghost cannot take your life today!"
After saying that, Kong Ming stood up and walked to the steps, looking down at Uncle Yijiang who had already walked up the seventieth step!
Uncle Ghost carried the wooden box tied to him with iron chains and moved forward step by step. He looked up at Kong Ming who was standing above him, with no intention of stopping at all!
Kong Ming said lightly: "Evil ghost, go back! He has dispersed all the windfall money he borrowed today, and the money left behind is also within his fortune. Today, his life should not be cut off!"
Yijiang Ghost Uncle grinned at Kong Ming, with a ferocious smile on his face, without making any sound, but, snap!
He's still moving forward.
It's eleven fifty-nine.
Kong Ming's eyes moved slightly, "Evil ghost, don't be ungrateful!"
Bang!
The steps behind Yijiang Ghost Uncle were covered with golden lumps, and there were water stains all over the floor.
He was still moving towards the end of the steps, only ten steps away from where Kong Ming was.
Kong Ming was angry. He opened the bamboo slips of Buddhist scriptures in his hands bit by bit, stood in front of the nearly 20-meter-high Buddha behind him, and recited the scriptures word by word.
As the old monk chanted sutras, Feng Liang, who was already ashen-faced and cold-blooded, suddenly felt much better, and his whole mind suddenly became clearer.
But at this time, Uncle Yijiang also walked up to the old monk.
One person and one ghost stood in the middle of the steps, and no one had any intention of getting out of the way.
Snapped!
Uncle Yijiang stepped on the old monk's instep. At that moment, Kong Ming's body trembled slightly!
The evil spirit passed through the old monk's body.
Bang!
Water-stained gold and silver lumps were scattered all over the floor at the old monk's feet.
The voice of the old monk chanting sutras did not stop, and Uncle Yijiang's footsteps did not stop either.
As the old monk's chanting voice gradually became louder and clearer, Feng Liang felt much better.
However, at the last second before twelve o'clock, he suddenly felt a sudden chill on his shoulders.
Turning his head to look, Feng Liang saw a rotten and pale ghost hand.
At twelve o'clock, Feng Liang closed his eyes.
A second ago, he had been brought back to life by the sound of the old monk's chanting.
A second later, all the vitality he had just regained disappeared in that second.
"After all, I've collected five hundred thousand from you. What's going on? I have to make sure you survive today, right?"
As he was dying, Feng Liang seemed to hear Yang Ning's words in his mind.
It is truly guaranteed that you will survive today without missing a second.
However, it won't be more than a second.
After twelve o'clock, the ghost hand on Feng Liang's shoulder gently grabbed it and pulled out a faint, smoke-like figure exactly like Feng Liang from his body.
Dragging the figure, Yijiang Ghost Uncle returned the same way, but Feng Liang's body remained in the same place.
On the steps, old monk Kong Ming was already shaking with anger!
"Evil ghost! He has already dissipated his windfall, and you still take people's lives by force?!"
"No matter where you come from or who raised you today, the poor monk must purify you!"
As he spoke, Kongming threw the bamboo slips of Buddhist scriptures in his hands into the sky, and the bamboo slips actually floated in the sky out of thin air!
And Kong Ming raised his hand to slap Uncle Yijiang's ghostly face on his forehead!
Uncle Ghost dragged Feng Liang's soul forward, not afraid of Kong Ming at all. It opened its mouth slightly, and a clear word came into Kong Ming's ears!
"Master, if this slap of yours goes down, our fate will be sealed."
This is not the whimpering ghost voice of Yijiang Ghost Uncle, this is Yang Ning's voice!
Upon hearing this, Kong Ming's hand movement suddenly stopped, snap!
The bamboo slip he threw into the sky suddenly fell down and hit him on the forehead.
Kong Ming, who had always been like an old monk in trance, seemed to be shaking his whole body at this moment!
He said tremblingly: "Feng, Feng Liang has already dissipated all his windfall, why...why?"
Yijiang Ghost Uncle stood next to Kong Ming and opened his mouth: "Master's Buddhist attainments are indeed profound. I can see many things from Feng Liang at a glance. However, Master, your attainments in Lingmen practice are still slightly inferior to mine. So a few hundred million points.”
Kong Ming: "..."
Uncle Ghost's mouth just opened and remained motionless, and Yang Ning's voice continued to come from inside: "Master, don't be dissatisfied, I'll tell you why."
"The method of losing money and avoiding disaster is feasible, but you didn't finish his windfall, and the shortfall is about half a million."
"This five hundred thousand is enough to kill him."
Kong Ming wanted to get angry, but he didn't dare. He could only hold it in and pretend to ask for help humbly: "How could it be so different? I obviously gave him away and only had more than a thousand yuan left?!"
"Because that grandson likes to play with counterfeit money. He said he is willing to give you three million, so he should spend three million. But in fact, the money in his car is only two and a half million, because half a million is counterfeit money. .”
Kong Ming: "..."
The old monk was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood, not because of Yang Ning, but because of Feng Liang!
"Even if, even if there are half a million counterfeit coins, then Feng Liang's wealth in the rest of his life, even if he doesn't borrow any luck, must be hundreds of thousands, right? This, this can lead to death?"
Yang Ning ignored him this time.
Uncle Yijiang shut his mouth and pulled Feng Liang's soul towards Yihe at the bottom of the steps.
Suddenly, a burst of blue and red lights hit Kong Ming's old face.
A group of police officers with guns rushed over, all their guns pointed at Feng Liang, who was still kneeling in front of the Buddha, "Don't move!"
"You're under arrest!"
The old monk Kong Ming raised his head and sighed slightly. It turned out that Feng Liang's wealth luck in the rest of his life was really not at all.
is zero.
Because he will be arrested today.
With his hands stained with blood, the death penalty was appropriate.
In other words, Feng Liang's future financial fortune will be zero.
Therefore, not to mention the hundreds of thousands of windfalls, even the more than one thousand yuan that his younger brother left for him was enough to kill him.
The more the old monk thought about it, the more speechless he became. In the end he could only sigh sadly: "Master Xiao Yang, if you play like this, he won't be able to survive even if the gods come down!"
Zhongzhou, Yundu Road.
In Yang Ning’s shop.
In fact, what Yang Ning just said to Kong Ming was prepared in advance.
At this moment, Yang Ning was already lying on the floor prepared by the little devils, got into his sleeping bag and snored.
A gust of night wind blew by, and the fate book was slowly spread out on the table next to it.
The destiny book that originally had only five was missing one, and then eight more.
One is missing because Feng Liang died.
There are eight more because that old monk Kong Ming was also going to die tonight.
He died in the hands of Yijiang Ghost Uncle.
But Yang Ning spared his life.
In his sleep, Yang Ning curled his lips and muttered: "You are one of the ten abbots in the Longmen Temple, and you only have eight good karma?"
"It's not as good as a level three special agent from the Special Administration Bureau, bah!"
With that said, Yang Ning turned over, scratched his neck, and continued to snore.
Afterwards, a cold little ghost hand scratched the place he had just scratched again.
Then, the second ghost hand scratched him again.
The third, the fourth...
Until Big Fat Sun wanted to scratch Yang Ning's hand, snap!
Yang Ning raised his hand and slapped his hand away.
Fatty Sun: "???"
On the side, Chen Yamei hugged her head and said in a milky voice: "You usually don't rub your intestines. Chengcheng will let you scratch her next time."
Fatty Sun refused to accept, "Why?"
The little turtle on the side said happily: "Because there is, there is... hahaha in the intestines!"
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