The best feng shui master

Chapter 1195
"Just hold it if you tell me, what's the point, my little aunt is at home looking forward to the stars and the moon and hoping that you will bring her some fun and useful things. If I don't give any, then she will have to give me a few Tons of poison!"

Chen Yi smiled and stuffed the pink gemstone into Huabaigu's hand, jokingly said without a doubt that although he was tortured by poverty when he was young, he seldom ate alone. It's even more impossible for those close to me.

"Well, I..." Hua Baigu still wanted to push back, Qing Xuzi had already put the other one into his pocket smoothly, grinning and said: "Old Shua, don't push around, this kid must have plans." , he can't see this thing."

Chen Yi gave Qing Xuzi a supercilious look, he just talked a lot, then walked to the big package, swiped it, carefully picked up the broken red gemstone and put it away, and put a lot of shiny copper in it. A pack of familiar herbs, ores, animal bones and other items are still behind him, and they are all his own.

Hua Baigu had no objection, he came here to return favors, and he was calm by nature, so he didn't care much about it, but Qingxuzi had a face full of pain, he hurriedly took two steps, put the big package behind his back, and said: "Brother , The boat and the car are exhausting, Daoist, I will help you and carry it back for you."

Chen Yi didn't look at him much, and he could figure out what he was planning with his ass. Along the way, most of the things in it would be corrupted by him.Fortunately, this guy didn't have the intention of being a civil servant to become a parent official, otherwise He Shen's reputation as the "biggest corruption in history" would change its course and be taken away by this guy.

St. Nicholas sat on the ground, the old god was there, and he was chanting words. He didn't know whether he was praying to his god to send down the holy fire to burn the gangsters who broke in in the middle of the night, or cursing the guy who was crushed to death by a car when he went out to eat. He choked to death, anyway, there was not much panic, but he looked like a godly stick should be fearless in the face of danger, and it was still at the textbook level.

After Chen Yi cleaned up all these, he said to St. Nicholas: "Old man, I won't salute you anymore. You are the top magic stick in the West, and I am the top fool in the East. We are opponents at the same level. Those useless hypocrisy."

St. Nicholas looked up at Chen Yi, his sleepy eyes were full of disdain, "Hmph, ignorant boy, I am a servant of God, if you treat me like this, aren't you afraid of retribution?"

"Hold the grass, do you know Chinese?" Chen Yi was startled and wondered, what's going on, Huaxia Dadi's English courses are hard to break the tender scalps of the children, and the overwhelming English tutoring institutions make those who have no The good smelly old nine made a lot of money, but here, how come the situation is reversed?
St. John can speak fluent Chinese, and the unlucky Chen Yi cut melons and cut vegetables, and there are not a few twelve paladins left who can also speak it. But I never thought when the Chinese upsurge became so coquettish.

"Every pope, every paladin is a learned man, so it's no surprise that he can speak Chinese, even if his talent is mediocre to the extreme. Over the years, we have studied China day and night and sent countless masters to walk in China. Thorough grasp of tedious language."

St. Nicholas is full of style, loses without losing, and is very stubborn. The implication is that you just broke into my Holy See territory once. Over the years, we have regarded you Huaxia as a descendant. In the garden, if you want to enter, you can get in, and if you want to get out, you can get out!
"Your uncle's!"

Qing Xuzi slapped him on the half-bald head, which made the old guy dizzy, and his ears buzzed, "You are a learned man, hum, then I will make you a fool, to see if you are still knowledgeable!" Shit!"

"So what about fools, God's service is never to be afraid of the threat of the devil!" St. Nicholas was righteous and drew a cross on his chest.

Chen Yi added, "Then strip off your buttocks, draw two bastards on your buttocks, drive you around the city, let the believers all over the world know what color your old ass is, and see if your God still cares." Can you accept the disaster of throwing your shame into grandma's house?"

This venomous sentence made St. Nicholas change his face immediately, and he looked up and glared, but was slapped to the ground by Chen Yi again. The old thing whose cultivation was sealed by evil methods was slapped on the ground, dizzy and tinnitus, unable to get up.

"Fuck, to be a prisoner, you must have the consciousness of being a prisoner. Based on your sins of plotting and harming the Chinese dragon veins for so many years, I will sell you to Thailand and transform you into a demon!"

Chen Yi snorted angrily, with a face full of fearlessness, even though this was a risk to the world, it really drove him into a hurry, and it's not impossible to do it.

The old boy was frightened by these words, the dead fish rolled his eyes and passed out.

"Fuck, isn't this really frightening?" Chen Yi also rolled his eyes, it's too embarrassing, you bastard is the pope of the world, a god who is more famous than the dragon rider, just this bit of guts?

After pouring a cup of cold coffee, St. Nicholas woke up leisurely. The first time he saw Chen Yi's handsome face, it was like seeing a devil. He almost fainted again, but Hua Baigu was still by his side. A silver needle was pierced on the Shenchi acupoint, and the old man suddenly became excited, as much energy as he wanted.

"Do as I tell you, or you will not only transform you into a human demon, but I will also turn your Vatican City upside down. You don't have to doubt my ability. Controlling dragons and veins is my strong point."

Chen Yi threatened again.

St. Nicholas was very handsome at the beginning, but after a few words, he became a downright soft bone like taking cartilage powder.

From what he said, this guy is actually quite pitiful.

Although he is the pope, he is a puppet in name only. He can only manage the affairs of the world. He has no hand in the affairs of the monks. He is completely controlled by the dead ghost St. John.

The old pope is not dead, and the new pope takes office, isn't he arranged for him to be restrained by the emperor?

Even if it is his current cultivation level of Dzogchen, St. John sees him as obedient and pitiful, and does not want him to die of old age, so as not to go to another newcomer, and it will take a lot of trouble, so he forcibly removes him. A layman who practiced cultivation has been matured to Dzogchen, but he has no kung fu about secret techniques, and even an ordinary paladin can shoot him through a candied haws.

The fate of St. Nicholas was unexpected by several people. Qing Xuzi was distressed for a while, and wanted to wring this guy's head off and use it as a wine glass, but at this time he couldn't bear it.

Hua Baigu simply turned his head away, without saying a word, whether to kill or scrape, it all depends on Chen Yi's conscience.

Chen Yi didn't come to a conclusion right away, but asked him all about what he had done in recent years, and unexpectedly found that, apart from Ai Bafang, St. John's research on the secret art of space teleportation was also very profound. It can be said that it is not much worse than Ai Bafang.

"Chen Yi, let's say something, no matter what, I will not stop me, and the Patriarch of Sanqing will not hesitate to commit crimes!" Qingxuzi left the opportunity to do it to Chen Yi very unkindly, he has always been ruthless, I don't want to leave such a hidden danger, but I don't want to be condemned on my conscience, so this opportunity to be a bad person is rightfully pushed to Chen Yi.

He reckoned that Chen Yi thought the same way. Don't look at this kid laughing and joking all day long, but if he really did it, he would be more ruthless than him.

St. John looked at Chen Yi eagerly, and sat slumped on the ground, waiting for the final judgment.

No one wants to die, but they are often involuntary when they are dying. St. John's heart is extremely complicated at this time. He thinks that Chen Yi grew up in the land of China where Buddhism is prosperous, so he can be influenced a little bit and have some compassion. Spare his old life.

He has been controlled by others all his life, he can finally sleep peacefully for a few days, his body seems to be much lighter, and there are still decades of good days waiting for him, so why is he willing to die?
But there was another voice in his heart telling him that in the hands of Chen Yi, a cunning brat, living would be more uncomfortable than dying. St. John's old tiger didn't know whether he went to heaven or hell, but Chen Yi... The little jackals came one after another, and the situation might not be as good as before.

"The one who fights and kills, doesn't look like a monk!" Chen Yi glanced at Qing Xuzi with disdain, St. John's mouth showed a wry smile, but Hua Baigu's face was full of smiles, just as he expected, this kid The kind thoughts in my heart can still grow into green trees.

"Do you think this is enough? How careless! Do you know what maximization is? Do you know what oil is fried from the soil? You can't live!" Chen Yi reprimanded Qing Xuzi unscrupulously, Qing Xuzi The old man narrowed his eyes and didn't care. He looked at Chen Yi and asked, "What else do you have in mind?"

"Aren't they able to contact my patriarch Ai Yifan? Keep in touch. It's easy to kill this old guy, but it's difficult to get in touch with him again. I'm a person who respects teachers. I used to There is no chance, how can we not get in touch with the patriarch now?"

"Wonderful, you still have a bright mind!" Qingxuzi figured out the key in an instant, slapped his thigh, and almost jumped up, "Let's let Ai Yifan send things here vigorously, and we will take as much as we send, and let him take care of it." Whether it is good or bad, anyone who comes will not be rejected, and everything will be included in the pocket."

"What kind of gift is it? It's too vulgar. It's called connecting feelings. When the ancestor sees the younger generation, can you not give me a gift?"

"Right, this meeting gift can't be taken lightly!"

One old and one young, one bald and one handsome, quite embarrassed, grinning and treacherous.

The slippery cypress bones are so hanging that I fell to the ground with my buttocks, Nima, these two bastards are too rascal, I still stay far away from them in the future, don't get close to Mo Zhehei and learn from bad guys!
St. Nicholas's face was ashen, and he came out of the tiger's den and into the wolf's den. How could his life be so miserable?
(End of this chapter)