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Chapter 11 The biological father and son, this seat teaches life
Rong Hua took it neatly, and directly pulled the rags from He Haiqing's clothes to get out of the way.

First, I found a place to draw half of the money to him, and then took him back to the bottom of the overpass.

He Haiqing was excited all the way holding the phone.

150 million!

He has been in Tianqiao for so many years, but he has not earned much this time.

Rong Hua is also in a good mood, one million for a visit.

Pulling the young man to the old man's booth, He Haiqing stared blankly.

This stall is already occupied.

Could it be possible to take money to drive this old man away?He Haiqing thought about it and subconsciously refused.

"Old man." Rong Hua knelt down, looked at the old man in front of him, but pointed at He Haiqing, "Would you consider sharing a stall with him?"

There is a shared stall under the overpass, that is, two people open the same stall, but there are often differences in economic division.

The old man shook his head with a smile, "Girl, what are you kidding, no one patronizes my stall, and I'm going to starve to death, how can I share a stall with others?"

His stall used to be very popular and he made a lot of money, but the luck of this land is about to run out, and there is not much money left to maintain his current life.

Not to mention someone sharing a stall, other people will avoid him when they see him, for fear of getting bad luck and causing their own business to become sluggish.

"You can't say that." Rong Hua sat down on the ground, and clenched the card in his hand, "The business will definitely improve after a few days if the two of you join together, if you really can't do it, try it for a few days, and then separate if it still doesn't work. "

"Besides, he's a big man with arms and legs, so he won't eat and drink with you, and it's also a relief for the two of them to be together."

It was rare for Rong Hua to talk so much.

He Haiqing listened in a daze for a while, and the old man also looked over at him.

"You kid, you really look like me when I was young." The old man shook his head with a kind expression on his face, "What about your family? Why did you come here alone to set up a stall?"

"Ah." He Haiqing scratched his head, "I'm an orphan."

The old man lost his mind and murmured, "Orphan..."

"I agree." The old man beckoned to the civilian youth kindly.

Rong Hua got up, turned slightly to one side, and whispered to He Haiqing, "Stay here, this old man can protect you well."

He Haiqing's eyes slightly opened, seeing that he could knock down the old man with one punch?

"Really?"

Rong Hua nodded, "It's no good lying to you."

Anyone with a little knowledge can see that the old man is unfathomable, otherwise the Taoist priest would have chosen this old man who looks better to bully.

He Haiqing's eyes shifted lightly, and as expected, he saw the disappointed look in the Taoist's eyes.

The purpose is obvious, obviously wanting to get the money back.

"Can you make a lot of money by sharing a stall?"

"Ah."

He Haiqing grinned, and happily followed behind the old man.

If you can make money and protect money, a fool will not agree.

Seeing the success, Rong Hua left here meaningfully.

The relationship between father and son, ten fingers connected to heart, luck connected.

The old man dried up his luck because of his weak vitality, and now he has a fresh blood that is youthful and vigorous, and his luck will be abundant again.

Rong Hua swaggered away from the overpass, and at the same time, the Taoist robed man who was secretly watching followed quietly.

After walking more than half of the way, I found that the place was becoming less and less populated, and the priest in Taoist sneered secretly.

This just gave him a chance.

That brat's 150 million is missing, and he must get the other half back.

Suddenly, the person in front of him stopped, leaning on the thick tree trunk and speaking slowly, "Followed all the way, come out to chat."

This seat will teach you what abnormal behavior is to stalk a girl.

"Hmph." There was a sneer in the dark night, and the Taoist robed man came out from his hiding place.

"Do you know who I am? Suicide."

"Isn't he just a celestial master?" See what you can do.

Maybe your ancestors were respectful to me hundreds of years ago.

You must know that with such an unworthy descendant as you, you should jump out of the coffin board in anger.

Taoist man "..."

The originally murderous painting style suddenly changed.

The Taoist man roared loudly, adding confidence to himself, "You know you are still so arrogant!"

He took out a dust whisk from his cloth bag and flicked it in his hand. He looked decent, and looked like a master of heaven.

"Tsk." Rong Hua uttered a tone word.

If I didn't know the depth of this person's strength, I might be deceived too.

"I've bluffed many people with this appearance." Rong Hua touched his wrist and asked intentionally or unintentionally.

"What are you talking about!" The Taoist robed man suddenly became angry, "I will teach you a long lesson!"

The sky was shrouded by a monster with teeth and claws, waiting for an opportunity in the darkness, and the night became a little darker.

The thick trees around were swaying without wind, and the hard stones on the ground collapsed into ashes one by one.

Naturally, this momentum was not made by the Taoist robes.

The powerful golden light illuminated the whole world, crushing the Taoist robed man with an undeniable majesty.

There is no murderous look, but it carries endless solemnity and purity. Compared with it, the faint white light on the Taoist robe's hand can't be more insignificant.

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In a mountain village not far away, a group of people brought equipment and just finished off the last Apiao.

Looking up, he saw the golden light in the sky, very close to them.

"Boss, what do you think that is?" Someone tugged at the leader.

The leader looked up, the golden light came into his eyes, and he looked pensive.

Then he asked the metaphysical celestial master behind him, "Master, what is that?"

The Xuanxue Tianshi looked at it for a long time, his face became more and more solemn, and finally with indescribable tension and excitement, "This, this seems to be very similar to the Buddha's light that the old man understands!"

"Buddha?" Someone shook his head with a smile.

There are Buddhas, the abbots in the temples, but there are no Buddhas who have cultivated the Tao.

Only gods and Buddhas who have cultivated the Dao can have Buddha light, and they have only heard of this kind in mythology.

Guanshiyin Bodhisattva, Ksitigarbha, Buddha and so on.

If it appeared in reality, they wouldn't believe it even if they were killed.

"Don't rush to define." The leader said, "Didn't you all believe that there were no ghosts in the world before?"

There was silence among the companions.

The celestial master of metaphysics laughed twice, "Yan Sheng is right, just go and have a look."

"Even if it's not a god or Buddha, it must be a real master."

After packing up, a group of people came to the place where the golden light was. At this time, the golden light had almost dispersed.

They can see everything clearly.

I saw a woman with her back turned to them, pressing and beating a man of some age violently.

"This seat is also what you can call."

"Why are you so arrogant in front of me?"

"When I taught your ancestors, you weren't even a cell."

"See what you can do."

"Why don't you go to heaven?"

Punch after punch followed by sentence after sentence of instruction.

A group of people were dumbfounded "..."

Neither of these two people seems to have anything to do with Buddha.

(End of this chapter)