Four-and-a-half-year-old baby girl: My seven brothers spoiled me after I came down from the mountain

Chapter 312: Fooling porridge and drawing cakes online

"Uncle Mingtong!" Congee looked at the person opposite him in surprise. He was unshaven and slovenly. It wasn't Mingtong or someone else.

Mingtong also looked at the chubby face on the screen and smiled immediately, "I knew it was you, girl."

He just passed by Yun's house and thought of Yun Heng, so he came in and took a look. He originally thought that what he saw would be a haggard and dying man, but he didn't expect that although his body was still weak, the lifeless energy on his face had completely disappeared, and his face was also Great changes, life span has been extended a lot. I was a little curious for a while, so I asked the reason. After looking at the talisman, I knew that it was a person from Sanqing Temple, so I guessed that it was made of porridge.

This little girl is the only one who can draw such a powerful talisman.

All in all, it has been a long time since we last saw each other.

Congee looked at him excitedly, "It's really you, Master Mingtong. I heard the wealthy uncle described you as you, but thinking that you are a rookie and can't even tell fortunes, I thought it was someone else."

Who's to blame!

Ming Tong was so angry that his beard was blowing. He looked at her with wide eyes and snorted. This little girl really can't speak!

At this moment, Chow Chow, who had no emotional intelligence, didn't know that she had said the wrong thing. She was looking at Mingtong with a smile, very affectionately. After all, this was the first person she met after going down the mountain.

Seeing her like this, Mingtong couldn't get angry anymore, so he could only look at her funny, "Little girl, do you know that you can easily get beaten if you talk like that?"

Hearing this, Porridge's eyes widened. He tilted his head and thought for a while, wondering why he wanted to beat her.

She puffed up her face and shook her head proudly, "Hey, you can't hit me!"

No matter why he wanted to hit her, he just couldn't!

Just say angry or not.

gas.

Mingtong clenched his fists, and now his hands were really itchy.

However, Congee continued to dance in the minefield and asked: "Uncle Mingtong, you haven't told me yet, how did you survive? Aren't you very good at it?"

"Me! No! Cute!" Mingtong gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, looked at the little girl across from him who was obviously soft and cute, but could make people mad to death, snorted, and said, "As long as I am a dish, then I will be the best." It’s impossible to go down the mountain, we have to stay on the mountain like your master.”

In that case, he wouldn't be alive now.

Being with this little girl will cost you your life.

"Then why was your fortune telling so inaccurate that day?" Qoru asked puzzledly.

She still remembers the day when there was a young lady who was clearly in a good marriage, but he said that they were in trouble and needed to be resolved.

Ming Tong said confidently: "How can we make them pay if we don't do this!"

Huh?
Is that so?
She didn't understand at first glance. Mingtong dusted off his Taoist robe and said with a smile: "This is called marketing. If you don't say it's serious and the customers are not in a hurry, then they will definitely give two yuan and leave. I How can you sell talismans?"

So this is ah.

Porridge suddenly realized.

After thinking for a while, he puffed out his face and said seriously: "Uncle Mingtong, this is wrong for you. This is a lie, and you will be struck by lightning."

As she spoke, she touched her little head and looked at him as if she had been through it before.

She, Qin Caicai, is only five years old and has already been struck by lightning twice!
He must not have been struck by lightning yet!

Ming Tong didn't know the inside story and thought the little girl was joking. He snorted lightly and didn't care.

Thinking of another thing, he asked: "By the way, Congee, your master called me today and said that many pilgrims have been looking for you in the past two days. Have you offended someone? Why did they find you in your lair?" went?"

Huh?
Porridge blinked, with a blank look on his face, "No."

But Qin Lie thought of something and said, "Did you come to tell your fortune?"

Hearing this, Qi Zhou suddenly realized, "That's right! I told them that if they go to our Sanqing Temple to offer incense, I'll give them half the price."

It turns out someone really went there.It seems that this live broadcast is quite useful.

Indeed, some people went there, quite a few.

No way, that live broadcast completely convinced everyone that she really understood metaphysics. Many people living in Beijing went to Sanqing Temple.

I just couldn't find Congee and couldn't contact him, so I was worried.

Qin Lie took out his mobile phone and opened the call interface and took a look. There were indeed several missed calls, all from Li Yuanming, but he didn't know why the system marked it as a scam call, so he blocked the number directly, so he didn't answer it. arrive.

Speaking of this, Mingtong said: "This is my target."

He said dissatisfied: "That guy Li Yuanming harassed me every day and asked me to go back to the mountain. He also said that Sanqing Temple is different from the past. Hehe, who believes it? I don't know who he is provoking again. I can't beat him." Just come to me.”

He does this kind of thing a lot.

He was a naughty and fun-loving man, but he couldn't mess with him and he couldn't do it. He cried for his father and mother and came back to find them to help him vent his anger. He finally got out of the army and packed up his bags and ran away that night. He finally got rid of this resentful junior brother.

I don’t know what I want to do by tricking him into going back this time.

"I believe it." Qi Qi blinked and said, "Uncle Mingtong, our Sanqing Temple is really different. I owe you my uncle for donating money and rebuilding the Taoist temple. It looks great."

"Really?" Mingtong looked at her suspiciously, fearing that this was a conspiracy by their master and apprentice to deceive him back.

"Really, really!" Congee nodded repeatedly, "I swear on my fortune-making fortune!"

She shook her little head and said, Li Yuanming's appearance gave her a wake-up call, "Uncle Mingtong, are you willing to go back to the mountain? Go and help the donors of the incense decrypt the signatures. Otherwise, if you can't find me, the donors will It’s a waste of time and it will also bring bad reputation to our Sanqing Temple.”

Now that pilgrims have begun to arrive, they must be retained.

Uncle Ming Tong knew how to use such a difficult technique to renew his life, so he must be super powerful. Only by having a powerful person in charge can they make the Sanqing Temple last longer.

This is true.

Mingtong was a little hesitant and didn't know whether he should go back.

In the past few years since I came down from the mountain, I have been hanging around outside and I have never gone back.

From what the little girl said, it seemed interesting.

Seeing that his heart was moved, Qi Zhou continued to say: "Uncle Ming Tong, now Baiyun Temple belongs to us. I believe that it won't be long before Taoist temples across the country will be covered with the signs of our Sanqing Temple. By then, who in the world will I still don’t know your name, all the donors will also know that there is a master in Sanqing Temple who is very accurate in fortune-telling!”

The painting of this cake has the flavor of the ancestor.

Mu Xuan frowned slightly, hiding the smile in his eyes.

But don't say it, it's quite useful.

Even though he is a monk, who doesn’t want to make a name for himself?
Mingtong touched his beard, thought for a moment, and nodded quickly, "Okay, go ahead, but I have to say yes first. If it's not as good as you said, I'll leave immediately."

"Okay." This little porridge is not worrying at all.

If she didn't have to make money, she would have lived in the mountains.

After talking and chatting for a few words, Mingtong hung up the phone.

Porridge also nodded contentedly.

I hope that more pilgrims will come so that the ancestor's merits can be restored faster, so that her life of lack of money can be corrected as soon as possible.

Just as he was thinking about it, a sharp female voice suddenly sounded outside the door.

"Where is my son? Hand over my son!"

(End of this chapter)