Suddenly, a ball of light invisible to the naked eye flew out of Mi He's body like a sharp arrow. Then he ran around like a headless fly.
"Um, luck of fortune came out on its own?"
Seeing this strange scene, Cao Yi was surprised. At the same time, his fingertips inspired the same invisible golden thread to explore the situation in Mi He's body.
As a result, an even stranger thing was discovered. Mi He still had more than 10% of the wealth in his body that was equivalent to the previous fusion.
As a whole, why did more than 10% of them stay still and more than 80% of them ran out on their own?
Cao Yi was puzzled.
"Of the US$1.54 billion, we only received US$280 million, which is more than 80% less. American taxes are too heavy."
Mihe complained.
These words are like a light that lights up the dark night.
Cao Yi understood instantly.
Mi He only received more than 10% of the wealth, so he could only have more than 10% of the wealth.
Then, extra wealth,
"receive"
Cao Yi used a golden thread to collect the light group that had nowhere to go.
Unexpectedly, this light group seemed to be alive, and it was easily dodged.
Cao Yi was surprised and at the same time increased his efforts.
After all, the light group was not really alive, and its speed was not very fast. In the blink of an eye, Cao Yi took it back into the purple, gold and red gourd.
"Old classmate, your Taoist temple is too broken. When I come back, I will overhaul it for you."
Mi He said coaxingly.
"No, it's good now. If you want to help others, you can build a Hope Primary School."
Cao Yi smiled and refused and left the ship.
"All right"
Mi He didn't insist too much.
With the sound of a diesel engine, the boat driven by Mi He went away.
Cao Yi walked to the side of the road and hailed a taxi.
Since it is nearly thirty kilometers away from Xuanmiao Temple on Guanqian Street in Pingjiang District, Cao Yi has plenty of time.
He leaned on the backrest, closed his eyes slightly, and used his spiritual consciousness to look at the light group in the purple, gold and red gourd.
Different from running around like a headless fly just now, he was lying in the corner, motionless. I used my spiritual consciousness to tease him, but there was no response.
"If you can fuse once, you might be able to fuse a second time."
As soon as the idea came to his mind, Cao Yi immediately used the "Illustrated Book of Intercepting Luck" to intercept a little bit of his own fortune and sent it to Guangtuan's side.
As a result, a surprising scene happened. The light ball swallowed up this little bit of wealth just like eating.
Cao Yi gave him some luck, but as expected, he was swallowed up again.
Looking at the light group, a very bold, even crazy idea came to Cao Yi's mind. Using this light group as a guide, he would attack a large number of dangerous animals, such as rats, to gather a lot of luck. Even if the embryo of the Gate of Immortality cannot complete its growth before the arrival of meteorites and gamma ray bursts, some people can still escape the disaster through luck.
But soon, Cao Yi gave up this idea. The workload of this project was too large, and rats could not appear on the street openly like humans.
Is there no other way?
For example, you can directly use the Gate of Eternal Life to collect meteorites and gamma ray bursts!
Well, this method is fine for meteorites, but for the ubiquitous gamma ray bursts, it's just a joke.
We can only place our hope on the embryonic door of eternal life.
Thinking of this, Cao Yi lost interest in continuing to check the light group.
It took more than half an hour for the taxi to arrive in front of Xuanmiao Guan on Guanqian Street in Pingjiang District.
Cao Yi paid and got out of the car, looking up at the familiar yet unfamiliar building, feeling sad.
It can be said that my own adventure started from here.
If I hadn't rushed to apply for the job when my brain was hot, I wouldn't have become a disciple of Xuanmiao Guan.
If he had not become a disciple of Xuanmiao Temple, he would not have been transferred to Yuxu Temple and chosen by the luck god.
"This can be said to be my blessed place, but it's a little bit?"
Looking at Xuanmiao Temple, Cao Yi frowned slightly.
From the architectural point of view, there are more than eight streets of Xuanmiao Temple and Yuxu Temple. Looking around, you can see a continuous row of antique buildings. Although they are not big, they all look like that.
But from a purely Taoist perspective, it is far from Yuxu Temple.
The employee who sells tickets for 10 yuan each is so skilled that he is responsible for issuing the tickets and collecting the money. His face is almost full of smiles.
Couples in twos and threes walk side by side and whisper from time to time, which is called intimacy.
A group of aunts dancing in the square with loudspeakers playing at the entrance of Sanqing Hall, the waists of the water buckets twisting, they are called unrestrained.
There are shops all around, and people come and go, which means a business is booming.
This is not a Taoist temple, this is clearly a temple fair and a commercial street.
"Praying for blessings in such an environment is a big joke!"
Cao Yi complained in his heart as he walked.
When passing by a small courtyard, Cao Yi stopped.
This courtyard is where Xu Keming and a kind of older Taoist priests stay.
“You can’t enter here now”
Two men in suits at the door raised their hands to stop him, their expressions serious.
You don't need to ask to know that someone with good connections is looking for Xu Keming.
Cao Yi smiled faintly, turned and left.
After walking less than ten steps, a woman's hopeful voice came from inside: "Old god, as long as you can cure my son's disease, I will give you as much as you want."
"This is not a matter of money. The spiritual water has been used up."
Xu Keming's helpless voice sounded.
"You just had it, why did I lose it? I think you just think the money is too little. One billion, two billion, how much do you want? Can you give me a price?"
The woman's voice became louder.
"There really aren't any left. The last one was given to him."
Xu Keming continued to explain.
"No, you can think of a way to do it again. Where did you come from before? You are a Taoist priest and a compassionate monk. You cannot ignore death."
Women are very persistent.
“Can’t get it”
Xu Keming's explanation was weak.
"I'll give you face, so I'll call you an old god. Don't be shameless."
The woman's voice suddenly became extremely cold.
"I said no, it means no."
Xu Keming's voice became louder and he seemed to be angry.
Snapped! A crisp sound.
"How do you hit someone?"
Xu Keming's angry voice sounded.
"Liu Jingmei, have you had enough trouble?"
"unacceptable"
…
Several scolding voices sounded.
"If you refuse to save yourself from death, you have become a monk in vain. I curse you to die a good death. I curse you to go to hell and be cut into pieces by a thousand cuts..."
The woman screamed hysterically.
There was a wry smile on Cao Yi's lips. This was the reason why he had saved several people before and then withered away.
Spiritual water is limited, and there are so many people dying in the world that it is impossible to save them.
By forcing the Holy Mother, she could only die of exhaustion of spiritual energy.
"well!"
A sigh came from far away.
I've heard this voice before.
Cao Yi looked up and saw a hundred meters away, in a corner, a middle-aged man sitting on the cold ground with a dejected expression. Who was Lei Yunteng who didn't want to be a billionaire and whose spiritual level was catching up with Jack Ma's.
Take two steps out of three and walk closer.
"Mr. Ray"
Cao Yi shouted softly.
