The three main halls are connected by cloisters, decorated with carved beams and painted pillars, and are solemn and solemn.
Dou Changsheng looked solemn and walked into the central hall with everyone else. He saw a statue of the God of Wealth standing on the central high platform with clear lines and lifelike shapes.
He was holding jade Ruyi in one hand and Yuan Bao in the other hand, looking at everyone with a smile.
Below the God of Wealth, there is an incense table with many tributes. There is an incense burner on it, with three incense sticks as thick as a little finger. They are light yellow in color. The incense curls up, like clouds surrounding the God of Wealth. It looks like the God of Wealth is flying in the clouds.
The ancestors have a word, good luck will come. When hundreds of houses are in surplus, they are harsh on the rich.
...
A memorial message rang out loudly.
"bye!"
Everyone bowed respectfully to the statue of the smiling God of Wealth.
After three prayers.
They began to walk out of the hall one by one.
Dou Changsheng's heart was filled with excitement. Next was the important moment of the God of Wealth Conference.
Scatter wealth.
Who doesn’t love free money?
Dou Changsheng's excited heart and trembling hands did not receive the white money, but a pile of silver notes.
Dou Changsheng felt disappointed. He was ready to carry dozens of kilograms in one hand. He looked through the banknotes and found that Caishen Pavilion was still very conscientious.
The denominations of banknotes vary from large to small, including five hundred taels, one hundred taels, fifty taels, ten taels and so on.
This banknote does not have a fixed denomination, and is usually filled in by the banker based on the individual. The most conspicuous thing on this banknote is the unique silver ingot.
Seeing this silver ingot, Dou Changsheng's eyes narrowed subconsciously.
This silver ingot looked like a dead thing at first glance, but in fact it was a living thing. Dou Changsheng seemed to have seen countless silver ingots.
Two is born, two is born three, and three is born all things.
Densely packed silver ingots began to appear in Dou Changsheng's eyes, and finally filled Dou Changsheng's pupils and even his mind.
Dou Changsheng shook his head slightly. The ever-expanding silver mountain had disappeared.
He raised his eyes to look at the banknote again. The silver ingot on it was already dead. The artistic conception of forming a mountain of silver and vaguely forming a piece of money did not appear again.
Using the true meaning of martial arts as an anti-counterfeiting sign is really a great deal.
Dou Changsheng shook the banknote and heard the banknote make a sweet sound. It was the most beautiful sound in the world.
Look at the banknote again.
etc.
Dou Changsheng couldn't help but widen his eyes and looked at the banknotes.
The style of the banknote has undergone subtle changes. The general pattern is not bad, but it originally gave people a bright silver ingot. Now it seems that there is an extra layer of pollution, and the silver ingot has lost its vivid luster.
"Is this the wrong banknote?"
Not only Dou Changsheng discovered it, but others also discovered it.
This bank note seems to have not changed much, but in fact it is completely different.
You can ignore everything?
But money is definitely not an option.
"How is this going?"
Someone shouted when they found out, which immediately attracted the attention of others. In less than five breaths, a group of people had already surrounded Qian Xiaojiu.
They surrounded Qian Xiaojiu in the center, so densely packed that no gaps were left, while people in the distance were still pushing forward.
"Don't rush."
Qian Xiaojiu, who was surrounded by people and crowded in the center, suddenly rose up from the ground and stood in mid-air.
Royal air.
This is the sign of the sixth level of martial arts.
The sixth level is to control the air, open up the Dharma veins, and travel in the air.
This is an important symbol of transcendence, which means that it is no longer human and begins to transform into a fairy.
Qian Xiaojiu stood in mid-air, gazing condescendingly at the crowd. Looking at the dense crowd, he showed a bright smile and said: "Everyone is at ease. The changes in banknotes are all planned."
"This was not an accident."
"Over the years, the God of Wealth conferences have been too lacking in creativity and boring. They just give out money and then buy, buy, buy. What's the point of that?"
"This year I have added some changes. Now all the banknotes in the hands of distinguished guests are ghost banknotes."
"Shocking or not, unexpected or not."
Seeing the crowd explode and the noise erupting, Qian Xiaojiu's smile became even stronger and he completely ignored the abuse and insults.
"It seems that the distinguished guests are very surprised, so I will briefly talk about the creativity."
"Don't throw these thousand taels of money away casually."
"You have already worshiped the God of Blood Wealth, and the God of Blood Wealth has engraved your breath. If you don't spend the money properly, you will all have your souls stolen by the God of Blood Wealth."
"A solemn reminder, if you offend the Blood God of Wealth, you will not stop until you die. You have to ask a master to cut off the traction for you."
"It will take a drop of Grandmaster's effort, or ten years of vitality. If you have the means, you can start your activities later."
The chaotic sounds suddenly stopped, and everyone looked angrily at Qian Xiaojiu above.
Qian Xiaojiu is now the target of thousands of people and despised by thousands of people.
Suddenly he became the enemy of all living beings.
Dou Changsheng looked up at Qian Xiaojiu above, smiling brightly, but in reality he was a little nervous, and his brows furrowed deeply.
Bullying the weak and fearing the strong?
Nowadays, some of these people have backgrounds, but they are not hard-working. It is easy to meet the grandmaster, but it is impossible to make the grandmaster spend a lot of money.
Someone who really has the background, ability, and ability.
All left not long ago.
If that group of people hadn't left.
If he dares to do this, he is afraid that three or five masters will rush out and teach him how to behave.
"Netherworld?"
“As the name suggests, it’s money spent on dead people.
"I will play the role of a dead person, and then start asking for your life, and you can buy your life with the money."
"The first one needs one thousand taels, the second one needs two thousand taels, and every increase in the future will cost one thousand taels."
"I am too kind. As long as the first person hands me the money, he can spend it. Not only can he survive in my hands, but he can also expel the curse of the Blood God of Wealth."
Qian Xiaojiu was moved by himself, tears continued to drip down his cheeks, and his nose began to flow.
Confirmed.
This is mental illness.
Not only are the minds abnormal, but the people are also abnormal.
The blood and flesh on the cheeks that were dripping with tears seemed to have melted away, revealing a waxy white color. The intact face was already riddled with holes, making it look more ferocious and terrifying.
Finally, the other party took out a handkerchief and wiped it gently. His nose, mouth and eyes were all wiped off.
This is the faceless man.
Number seven on the list of people, ever-changing, Ye Wumian!
The number one killer in Jinfeng Yeyu Tower and the direct disciple of King Wuxiang.
The fourth level of martial arts.
The top ten on the list are all masters who must enter the third level.
In the future, Dou Changsheng, who will be a powerful figure in the world, has many treasures. But now Dou Changsheng regrets it very much. Why does he know so much?
The waxy white face was as white as a candle. In front of everyone, Ye Wumian gently sketched it with his fingers. In the blink of an eye, a handsome man with a face as sharp as a knife, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes appeared.
A pair of eyes, as deep as stars, stared at everyone quietly.
"The game begins."
"Who is the first lucky person?"
