Supporting the body in the white blade, wandering in the red dust

Chapter 737
One way to get money is to go to the underground passage to sell singing - the problem is that you need at least a guitar, even if you can't afford an electric speaker, you must have a guitar at least, but Bailang doesn't have it and doesn't want to buy it. It's true to see wasting water." Bai Lang recalled his own memory, "Mother's father is a pop singer, and I only remember those short songs - such a big song as King Qin's Breaking the Array, I can't remember it completely anyway."

He hadn't heard it a few times, and retrospective memories were fine, but it was a waste of time and energy - I'll take it out when he becomes a respected old artist someday. It's okay to be an actor or a talent in the industry, and his current level of performance can only be smashed.The acting suitable for Bailang is to be cool, or it is a martial arts film that does not require much acting skills.

"How can there be no Bole in the world?" Bai Lang also sighed. He almost made up his mind to go to the south. Before that, he should check if there are any bad guys nearby and ask them to borrow some money.

Electronic payments have been widely used these days. People who carry large amounts of cash are either old-fashioned people, and a few are not doing business. Cash is more difficult to track, so many people who make money are still using cash for transactions.Bailang sighed. In the semi-basement of this community in the 70s and [-]s, no matter how much he wandered outside, he would never meet those criminals—the Chaoyang crowd is very powerful.

There is a way. After thinking about the Chaoyang masses, Bailang thought of Chaoyang District Rinpoche very logically, and then it was very reasonable to turn to Rinpoche to cheat money and cheat guns - the capital is indeed a lot of lamas, a natural and wild Rinpoche. There are also many, but there are a lot of rich people in this place, so naturally there are many people who believe in this stuff.Robbery of such a fake Rinpoche is a merit, and the white waves are like a dick. "His real Dharma King, Lao Tzu, is not afraid of him. Whether he can return to the Buddha realm alive or not depends on Lao Tzu's answer. Now that he has made a few fake Rinpoche's fortune, Lao Tzu has to thank Lao Tzu for cleaning up and smearing ashes for him. ."

After thinking about it, Bailang felt relieved for a while, even a man without money is difficult. "Let's play for three days first, and then step on the plate to see which fake Rinpoche has a better way to make a fortune in Chaoyang District." There are indeed many interesting places in the capital. Bailang also studied science when he studied 211. It was useless, so over the years, he simply returned all the science knowledge after junior high school to the teacher.

A person's most knowledgeable is in his third year of high school. It is good that the university can maintain no regression. As for leaving the society, it is a process of gradually declining knowledge level - this is the case for most people. Of course.Bailang was studying 211 in Beijing, but he returned to his hometown for work.Of course, he was also familiar with the places to play in the capital. This person had been messing around for three days, mainly in Panjiayuan.

Listening to the nonsense of the stall owners, it was very interesting to watch Kaizi be fooled. Bailang strictly followed the rules and watched the fun, which made him feel happier.

And listening to the conversation of the stall owner and the nonsense between him and them, Bailang can be considered to have touched the situation of several Rinpoches in Chaoyang District - liars always know liars
On the night of the third day, Bai Lang came to Chaoyang District humming a little tune. He had a small notebook in his hand, with several names and addresses written on it, "You still have to move faster, I'm afraid I will run more than three houses tonight. ——I think most of these three Rinpoche monasteries are not very rewarding, and I still have to go to their caves. By the way, do those foolish believers know if their master has a secret house?"

Bailang came to the first dojo, a duplex residence on the top floor, which was arranged as a mandala of Tibetan Tantra.Bai Lang has no research on Tantric Buddhism, and he is not sure whether it is authentic or not, but there are many believers here with a Rinpoche and his "apprentices".Bai Lang put on the mask, turned up the hood, and had labor protection gloves on his hands-although his martial arts have long been spotless, there will be no residue of dander or the like, but what if?
Bailang entered the arena with a lion's roar. The roar was not very loud but extremely heavy. He couldn't hear it when he walked out of the room. In the room, it vibrated repeatedly like a rolling thunder. In the blink of an eye, everyone present fainted.Bai Lang walked around among the people who fell on the ground, and found that many people had red offering bags with money in them, so he honestly took them all away.And all the gold beads enshrined in the mandala and the money in the merit box are naturally swept away.

In the end, he carried this Rinpoche and his "apprentice" out of the door one by one, and the deceived fools behind him would have to faint for at least two or three hours, enough for him to finish his work.Bai Lang stood in front of the window and took all the camera positions into his eyes. After that, he didn't take the usual path-flying over the eaves and walking the walls and performing light work to lift the two people to the position where there was no probe. The two slaps, of course, were mainly due to a stab of internal force that woke the two guys up and sealed their acupuncture points by the way.

"I asked, you answered, if you don't cooperate, you will just kill him in the mountains." Bai Lang squatted down and looked at the Rinpoche through the eyes of the mask.This Rinpoche's internal power is controlled by Bailang's remote control. For a master of his level, it is a trivial matter to still be able to control the internal power of the body out of the body. Otherwise, how can he incarnate thousands of miles in a blink of an eye?It's not that it is the eight extremes of the gods and the meaning is also followed.

This guy's mouth can speak, "Where is your money? I mean the ones that are not in the bank." Bailang asked, he was not ready to make a few million that he could take away. 100 million is about [-] catties, and Bailang is more than one meter high. If Bailang didn't consider the size to be too troublesome, he could easily carry tens of millions.That Rinpoche was also stubborn, he didn't say a word and even wanted to scream.

Bai Lang didn't even think about it, and broke an arm of the "apprentice" next to him - the poor guy couldn't shout, and after Kaba made a sound, he saw big beads of sweat flowing down.And Rinpoche's own arm is now being compared with Bailang's fingers. This guy can see the man behind the mask with a clear smile in his eyes. It seems that he really doesn't mind hurting people, and I'm afraid he doesn't mind killing people.

Liars who deceive people, especially those who use religion to deceive, must be able to judge people while being quick-spoken. This Rinpoche immediately said everything. "Oh, you can really get money. There are more than 300 million yuan at home." Bailang received only tens of thousands of yuan before, but he didn't expect that this Rinpoche had already amassed millions of dollars, and the ones that were kept in his secret home were only a few million yuan. have 300 million cash
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