Live Immortal Cultivation: Ask Daoists to Believe in Science

Chapter 283 Contemporary Non-Chief Red Pine Nuts
The sports lottery shop at the foot of Wudang Mountain is called Wangcai Sports Lottery Shop, and the owner's name is Jinghaina, which means that the sea is inclusive of all rivers and the wealth is abundant.

He chose the location of this store well. He opened the store 11 years ago. Since then, he has not only bought a house and a car in Wuhan, but also opened the sports betting store into a chain store.

Master Chisong would come here to buy one every time he traveled down the mountain, counting his luck, but his luck was not good every time.

Therefore, this place can also be regarded as the sad shop of Tianyuan Taoist Temple.

Jiang Yun hasn't been here for five or six years. In his opinion, it's better to throw the money into the water when entering a sports lottery shop to draw a lottery. At least it can make a sound when thrown into the water.

After wearing the fortune talisman and the auspicious talisman on his body, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, leaving his consciousness.

hiss!
The original nine-foot-high seven-color luck on his body has now grown by another foot, making it a full foot high.

The Patriarch of the Sanqing is here, the system produces, and there must be high-quality goods. With such luck and body protection, how can it not be released today?
It seems that the auspicious talisman is really useful, but what is the function of the fortune talisman?

With doubts in his heart, Jiang Yun walked into the sports betting shop.

This sports betting shop is not big, and the decoration is very simple. Behind the counter, there is a bald man doing work.

He was reading the newspaper, sipping the tea in the thermos leisurely, feeling very comfortable.

"Uncle Jing, do you have any good lottery series recently, preferably one that can be drawn on the spot." Jiang Yun asked.

Uncle Jing put down the newspaper in his hand, pushed the big black-rimmed glasses on his nose, and laughed out loud on the spot after seeing the person coming.

"Hahaha, let me tell you why the magpies at the door kept barking today. It turns out that the God of Wealth has come to the door."

"Little Daoist Jiang, where is your master? Why didn't he come?"

Jiang Yun's face was full of black lines, and he said, "Uncle Jing, my master flew up on a crane three years ago. Today, my hands are itchy and I want to smoke."

"What, it's a pity that your master is gone. Your master is a good man. When my small shop first opened, no one came. He came to visit every day."

"If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have had the opportunity to open the store and save such a large fortune." Uncle Jing sighed.

Jiang Yun's expression was confused. He vaguely remembered that when he was young, the economic situation in the Taoist temple was not good.

Every time the master went to draw a lottery, before leaving, he said that he wanted to get rich, but when he came back, he was dejected and gave five yuan for nothing.

How do you hear Uncle Jing mean that his sports betting shop was all supported by Master?
Uncle Jing also looked puzzled, and said, "Daoist Xiaojiang, your master is a generous person. As soon as my shop opened, he would come every day to draw a 200 yuan scratch card."

"It's very strange. For 200 yuan, others can scrape out 50 yuan no matter what. If you get back your money, your master will lose all of it most of the time."

"Let me think about it, your master has played scratch games for eight years, and probably won two five-dollar tickets. I once persuaded him, but he said that boys should be poor, as long as they have something to eat."

A row of question marks appeared above Jiang Yun's head. He clutched his chest, quietly found a stool, sat down, and then said nothing.

When I was young, I lived frugally and worked hard to maintain the daily operation of the Taoist temple, and then the master took two hundred yuan bills every day to go to the sports betting shop to test his luck?

Improper human beings, this is really not something that human beings can do!

The water friends in the live broadcast room looked at the autistic Jiang Yun, and felt sorry for three seconds in their hearts.

"Trickster, this is definitely cheating, the Taoist priest is so miserable!"

"Every successful Taoist priest has a rather miserable childhood [laugh and cry]"

"The saying that boys need to be poor also made me miserable. Who said this?"

"I've figured it out in my head, a little Taoist priest in ragged clothes is cooking in a Taoist temple, and a handsome Taoist priest is playing scratch games in a sports betting shop."

"Master Chisong, you really are a master, I admire you!"

"Fun is fun, trouble is trouble, everyone, don't take it seriously that rich girls are raised and poor sons are raised. This sentence refers to the spiritual aspect, not the material aspect."

Uncle Jing took an environmentally friendly disposable paper cup, made a cup of hot tea, handed it to Zhang Yun, and then patted Jiang Yun on the shoulder.

"Little Daoist Jiang, your master has already ascended, and you are dead. Now that the matter is over, let it pass."

Jiang Yun took a sip of hot tea, raised his head silently, and said lightly, "Uncle Jing, I understand!"

"If the person dies, it doesn't matter if the matter is over. However, my master is in a special situation. I must settle this account with him!"

"By the way, I want to avenge his shame today. Is there a live lottery ticket? Can you recommend one for me?"

Uncle Jing grinned from ear to ear. He stroked the thinning hair on the top of his head, and then took out a large basket of scratch toys from the counter.

"Xiao Jiang Daochang, take a look at this. This is the Get Rich Scratch Game launched half a year ago."

"Ten yuan a piece, the winning rate is as high as 40.00%. The prizes include five yuan in cash, ten yuan in cash, 50 yuan in cash, 100 yuan in cash, 500 yuan in cash, and 1000 yuan in cash."

"Let me tell you, in a sports lottery shop in Wuhan, Hubei, someone spent [-] yuan to play this game, and won [-] cash directly, and the highest prize is [-] cash!"

"Why don't you try your luck and get a draw?"

Jiang Yun frowned as he looked at Gua Scala in front of him.

It's outrageous, can't it, the winning rate of this thing is so high, Master played for eight years, and won two five-yuan cash?
Is this thing really that good?

Uncle Jing grabbed five scratch-offs in the same basket, and asked with a smile on his face, "Xiaojiang Daoist, would you like to try it?"

Jiang Yun frowned slightly as he looked at the five scratch cards.

In his eyes, three white balls of light appeared on the five scratch cards.

The three light spheres have different sizes and brightness, and they will also move with the scratch.

What the hell is that thing? It shouldn't appear in real life!

Jiang Yun tried to poke the white light ball a few times with his hand, and poked it without any hindrance, it was not a real entity.

Uncle Jing urged: "Xiaojiang Daoist, you can't be so cautious for a ten-dollar scratch-off, right?"

"Some time ago, you and the Wudang faction set up an electricity subsidy fund to subsidize electricity and heating for the elderly in winter."

"I, Lao Jing, am not unreasonable. Your master has also taken care of my business for a long time. How about this, you will give you a scratch-off card for free."

With a random draw, he drew the scratch card with the largest light sphere.

Jiang Yun's face remained calm, and after he took it, he took a small shovel from the counter and scratched open the scratch-off sheet.

One hundred yuan!

Winning the prize, the principal of 100 yuan was directly in hand, and the corner of Uncle Jing's mouth twitched.

He took out a 100 yuan cash card, handed it to Jiang Yun, and said bewitchingly, "Little Daoist Jiang, your luck is much better than your master."

"For things like scratch games, newcomers usually have their own luck bonus, and they pay attention to the more they fight, the more brave they are. Why don't you try two more?"

(End of this chapter)