My wife is the reborn boss

Chapter 114 Three, Two, One, Twelve, Three
Jie Se shook his head: "So you still believe it. But the poor monk still wants to say that fortune telling and so on are all superstitions, Brother Wu just listen to it, don't take it seriously."

"As a monk, is it really okay for you to say that?" Wu Qiong complained.

Jie Se clasped his hands together: "Buddhas are also human beings. As long as the understanding of the Dharma is in place, everyone can become a Buddha."

Wu Qiong curled his lips: "It seems that I have never seen a fortune teller in Shaolin. Don't tell me you don't do this business? You should be able to earn a lot of money from pilgrims."

Jie Se dryly said with a smile: "Our temple also had this business before, but it was canceled later."

"Why?" Wu Qiong's curiosity was successfully aroused.

"Because it's not allowed." The rebooting expression was complicated: "There was a benefactor who came to tell the fortune, and the poor monk master calculated that he would have no offspring in his life, but he later had many children. Therefore, our temple feels that fortune-telling is too illusory. Considering the reputation of the temple, we simply gave up this business.”

no . maybe it ' s just green on the top of his head
But Wu Qiong decided to let this idea rot in his stomach.

A few people just wandered around in the vendor area specially designated by the Taiqing faction.

At this time, the cries of selling in the hawker area came one after another.

"The treasure of the Taiqing School, 'Taiqing Liuli Pei', is sold out in bulk!"

Wu Qiong was taken aback: "'Taiqing Liuli Pei'? Selling it in batches? Check it out."

A few people came to the stall. The stall owner was wearing a dark blue Taoist robe, with gray hair and beard hanging down to his chest. No matter how he looked at it, he was just an ordinary old Taoist priest.

The premise is not to look at his muscular body that wears a loose priest robe into tights.

When he saw Wu Qiong and the others walking to his booth, his eyes lit up, and he smiled and said: "You guys are here to travel to the Taiqing faction? Why don't you take a few 'Taiqing glazed pendants' back as gifts for relatives and friends?" commemorate?"

There are a pile of copper "Taiqing glazed pendants" on his stall.

Taiqing Liuli Pei, the treasure of the Taiqing School, is made of Liuli. It is a ring-shaped jade pendant as a whole, but it is larger than ordinary jade pendants, and there is a circular hole in the middle.

Wu Qiong compared it secretly in his heart, and the "Golden Light Relic" just fit into that hole.

Wu Qiong squatted down and flipped through the pile of "Taiqing colored glaze pendants" on the spread, and said, "Master Daoist, how do you sell these 'Taiqing colored glaze pendants'?"

"Two by three, one by two, three by two." The old Taoist smiled kindly.

"." Wu Qiong was speechless.

You think this is selling bamboo rats!

He stood up and sighed: "These are good, but not what I want."

After that, he turned around and left.

"Wait a minute!" The old Taoist said to keep people: "If you don't like these things, the old Taoist still has them here."

After all, he took out seven or eight "Taiqing colored glaze pendants" from the shrine, some made of gold, some silver, and some made of colored glaze.

"These are" Wu Qiong's eyes widened.

The old Taoist smiled slightly: "This silver one is a replica, and the gold one is a gold replica."

"What about this glazed one?" Wu Qiong was curious.

The old Taoist said sternly: "Super Invincible Ultimate Replica Gold Second Edition. Change."

"." Wu Qiong cupped his hands and asked, "Dare to ask Chang Gao's name?"

The old Taoist stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Friends in the Jianghu love each other and call him a poor Taoist Kapukong real person."

Wu Qiong was in awe: "So it's Kabitch, the real Kapukong, I'm sorry."

Daoist Kapukong said complacently: "My little friend, you are welcome."

"I think that if the Taoist master cooks, he must be very good at cooking." Wu Qiong smiled awkwardly.

Kapukong asked in surprise: "How do you know, little friend? Pindao is really good at cooking, especially fried rice. Then do you want to buy it?"

"I want the regular version next time, three of them."

"Ten taels of silver, thank you for your patronage."

Wu Qiong took it, threw it into the shrine, shook his head and sighed, and took a few people away.

"Shaolin Temple's most precious treasure 'Golden Light Relic'! One by two! Twelve by three! Don't miss it when you pass by! Come and take a look!" a monk shouted.

Wu Qiong rushed to reboot and sighed: "Master, your Shaolin business has been sent by the Taiqing, aren't you afraid of being beaten to death?"

"This is not our Shaolin monk." Jie Se shook his head.

Wu Qiong agreed: "That's right, you Shaolin are all focused on acting, so you probably don't have much time to do this kind of thing."

"No." Jie Se retorted: "What the poor monk means is that our Shaolin specialty products are all sold at the foot of the mountain, and we won't travel so far."

Seeing that Wu Qiong was speechless, he continued: "I think this monk wholesaled goods at our place, and then sold them here."

It turned out that they were all raccoons of the same feather (derogatory meaning), Wu Qiong asked: "Master, you have collected so much money from pilgrims for sesame oil, and you still want to sell your own special products to make money?"

"The sesame oil money is used to build the Buddha statues in the front hall for tourists to visit." Jie Se clasped his hands together and said solemnly: "The pilgrims who come to worship Buddha just want to have spiritual comfort, so we will give them psychological comfort, so the Buddha statues are all golden. Radiant, majestic and loving."

"But the place where we actually live does not enshrine Buddha statues, because the Buddha is not a god, but a human being. The Buddha also said that we should not worship idols."

Wu Qiong was thoughtful: "Just like this Taiqing sect, the main hall for tourists to worship is dedicated to Sanqing, and there is only one word for Dao in the main hall on the back mountain."

"That's right." Jie Se nodded, and then persuaded: "So fortune telling is superstitious, brother Wu must not believe it."

Wu Qiong ignored him, but glanced around.

Suddenly, he seemed to see something, and his eyes lit up: "Let's go, tell your fortune."

Several people followed his gaze, and saw an unattended stall in the corner of the noisy hawker area. Beside the stall was a banner with only two big characters "God's fortune" on it, and two small characters below it. "free".

At the back of the booth, a girl in a water-blue Taoist robe was lying leisurely with her legs crossed, her hands folded behind her head, and a paper umbrella covering her face blocked her face.

In such a noisy place, as long as she is quiet, it is incompatible with the surrounding atmosphere.

Wu Qiong's eyes were firmly attracted by her.

Of course it wasn't because she was beautiful, because her appearance was blocked by an umbrella and she couldn't be seen at all.

It's not because of her figure. Although her body curve is quite good, she is not much better than Xiaobai, Shi'er, and Xuanji.

So what is it that attracts him?

Of course it’s because it’s “free”!

Wu Qiong walked over, and the three of Xiaobai followed.

"This fairy girl, I wonder if I can make a fortune for me?" Wu Qiong sat down and asked.

The nun sat up and yawned lazily, her eyes were half-closed, she looked listless, obviously just woke up.

Wu Qiong looked at her.

This nun looks like she is in her early 20s. At first glance, there is nothing outstanding about her unpainted face, but if you look at her for a long time, you will find that she looks more and more beautiful.She was wearing a loose aqua-blue Taoist robe, her hair was not tied, but hung loose, and she was lazy, as if she didn't care about anything.

She lazily said, "This benefactor, what do you want?"

　When I woke up at [-]:[-] in the afternoon, I quickly got up and coded this chapter at night.Fortunately, I finished coding before [-] o'clock, and there is no time, so I just posted it like this.

　　Then came the unfortunate news, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, three chapters a day. . . .What a shame. . . .For the sake of being so poor, let me bookmark and recommend tickets~ Recently, the recommended tickets are getting less and less day by day, and I can't help feeling pessimistic about the upcoming subscription. . .

　　Forget it, let's talk about these when the testimonials are on the shelf. . .

　　


(End of this chapter)