stonecrandall Chapter 127
Chapter 127
"Boss! Your money ran! "
That little brother jumped to grab the money flying in the sky, and he could grab a handful of it with one hand!
There are also one or twenty shots in one handful!
He's having fun!
While grabbing, this little brother shouted at the same time: "Boss, you can't blame me for this!" I, I've tried my best!
At this time, Kong Ming's brows under the Great Buddha frowned slightly, and he said to himself: "Someone is preventing me from breaking the fortune for you?" Saying
that, he pushed forward for the second time!
This time the palm shot was even more violent!
Bang!
In the parking lot, the glass on Feng Liang's car was all broken!
The banknotes locked in the car are also flying!
The little brother who was grabbing money in front was dumbfounded!
But he didn't compromise!
"Boss! No way, I can catch a little bit for you! After
that, this little brother jumped to grab the money in the sky as if he didn't know how to get tired!
If Feng Liang saw it at this moment, I was afraid that he would be moved to tears!
Syllable!
Uncle Yijiang, who came out of the river, had already walked up the fiftieth steps!
At this time, eleven fifty-eight!
And after passing the fifty steps, Uncle Ghost's pace suddenly accelerated!
Kong Ming saw it, and his hands squeezed out the Dharma seal one after another, and under the continuous operation, a faint Buddha light actually lit up on him!
Bang!
Finally, Kong Ming slapped his hands on the floor in front of him!
On the parking lot, the howling wind rolled up violently, rolling all the money except for the little brother in his hand into the sky, and swirling a few times into the water of the Yi River!
A strange scene happened!
As soon as the tens of thousands of scattered banknotes entered the Yi River, they actually sank directly under the river, without the meaning of floating on the surface of the water!
The hand that slapped on the floor slammed down!
"Ouch!"
The little brother who grabbed the money for Feng Liang fell to the ground at once!
At the same time, all the money in his hand also flew into the sky!
The little brother was in a hurry, and he only barely caught one or twenty pieces!
The wind carried all the flying money into the river, and when all the money disappeared on the surface of the river, Kong Ming raised his hand from the ground.
"Lord Feng, only more than a thousand yuan left to destroy your wealth, you can't even have a thousand fortunes for the rest of your life, so that evil ghost can't take your life today!"
After that, Kong Ming got up and walked to the front of the steps, looking at the Yijiang Ghost Uncle below who had already walked up the seventieth step!
Uncle Ghost carried the wooden box tied to his body step by step, and he looked up at the Kong Ming standing above, without the slightest intention of stopping!
Kong Ming said quietly: "Devil, go back!" He has dispersed all the windfall he borrowed today, and the money left behind is also within his fortune, and today, his life should not be extinguished! Yijiang
Ghost Uncle grinned at Kong Ming, his hideous grimace smiled empty, did not make the slightest sound, but, snap!
He is still moving forward.
It was eleven fifty-nine.
The corners of Kong Ming's eyes moved slightly, "Devil, don't be ignorant!" "
Dang!
The steps behind Yijiang Ghost Uncle were sprinkled with golden pimples one by one, as well as water stains all over the ground.
He was still heading towards the end of the steps, and he was only ten steps away from where Kong Ming was.
Kong Ming was furious, he opened the bamboo simple Buddhist scripture in his hand little by little with both hands, stood in front of the nearly twenty-meter-tall Buddha behind him, and recited the sutra word by word.
Together with the chanting sound in the old monk's mouth, Feng Liang, who was already dead gray and cold all over, suddenly felt a lot better, and his whole consciousness suddenly became clear.
But at this time, the ghost uncle of Nayi Jiang also walked in front of the old monk.
One person and one ghost, all standing in the middle of the steps, no one meant to get out of the way.
Syllable!
Uncle Yijiang stepped on the instep of the old monk's foot, and at that moment, Kong Ming's body trembled slightly!
The evil ghost passed through the old monk's body.
Dang!
Gold and silver pimples stained with water spilled under the feet of the old monk.
The voice of the old monk chanting did not stop, nor did the steps under the feet of Yijiang Ghost Uncle.
As the old monk's chanting gradually became louder and clearer, Feng Liang's whole person felt much better.
However, at the last second when twelve o'clock was approaching, suddenly, he felt a sharp chill in his shoulders.
Looking over, Feng Liang saw a rotten and pale ghost hand.
At twelve o'clock, Feng Liang closed his eyes.
A second earlier, he had been rejuvenated by the old monk's chanting.
A second later, all the vitality he had just regained disappeared in that second.
"After all, I received you 500,000, what's the matter, I have to ensure that you live today, right?"
When his life was dying, Feng Liang seemed to hear Yang Ning's words from his mind.
It is indeed guaranteed that you will survive today, not a second less.
However, it will not be much for a second.
After twelve o'clock, the ghost hand that was resting on Feng Liang's shoulder gently grabbed and pulled out a faint, smoke-like figure from his body, exactly the same as Feng Liang.
Dragging the figure, Yijiang Ghost Uncle returned the same way, and Feng Liang's body remained in place.
On the steps, the old monk Kong Ming was already trembling with anger!
"Devil! He has dispersed the windfall, and you still forcibly take human lives?!
"No matter where you came from or who kept you in captivity today, the poor monks must purify you!"
Saying that, Kong Ming threw the bamboo simple Buddhist sutra in his hand into the sky, and the bamboo simple actually floated in the sky out of thin air!
And Kong Ming raised his palm and was about to slap it on the forehead of the grimaceous face of Uncle Yijiang!
The ghost uncle dragged Feng Liang's soul forward, not afraid of Kong Ming, it opened its mouth slightly, and a clear word entered Kong Ming's ears!
"Master, if you slap this slap, then our fate will come."
This is not the whimpering ghost voice of Yijiang Ghost Uncle, this is Yang Ning's voice!
As soon as he heard this, the movement on Kong Ming's hand suddenly stopped, snap!
The bamboo Jane, which he threw into the sky, suddenly fell and hit his own forehead.
Emptiness, who has always been like an old monk, seems to be swinging all over at this moment!
He trembled and said, "Feng, Feng Liang have scattered and have scattered their fortunes, why... Why? Uncle
Yijiang stood beside Kong Ming and opened his mouth and said, "Master's Dharma attainment is indeed profound, and I can see many things from Feng Liang at a glance, but ah, Master, you are still slightly inferior to my spiritual cultivation attainment, which is still a little bit worse." Kong
Ming: "..." Uncle
Ghost's mouth opened and motionless, and Yang Ning's voice continued to come from inside: "Master, don't be convinced, I'll tell you why."
"The method of breaking wealth and avoiding disasters is feasible, but you didn't break his windfall, the difference is about 500,000."
"These 500,000 are enough to kill him."
Kong Ming wanted to be angry, but he didn't dare, he could only hold it and make a gesture of humbly asking for help: "How can it be so much worse?" I obviously scattered for him, and there are only more than a thousand pieces left?!
"Because that grandson likes to play with counterfeit banknotes, he said that he was willing to give you three million, then he should spend three million, but in fact the money in his car is only two and a half million, because half a million is counterfeit."
Kong Ming: "..." The
old monk was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood, not by Yang Ning, but by that Feng Liang!
"Even if there are 500,000 counterfeit coins, then Feng Liang's fortune in the second half of his life, even if he doesn't borrow it, he must have hundreds of thousands, right? This, this can die? This
time Yang Ning ignored him.
Uncle Yijiang Ghost closed his mouth and pulled Feng Liang's soul towards the Yi River below the steps.
Suddenly, a burst of blue and red light hit Kong Ming's old face.
A group of police officers with guns rushed over, and all the muzzles were aimed at Feng Liang, who was still kneeling in front of the big Buddha, "Don't move!"
"You're under arrest!"
The old monk Kong Ming raised his head and sighed slightly, it turned out that Feng Liang's fortune in the second half of his life was really, not at all.
is zero.
Because he will be arrested today.
With his blood-stained hands, the death penalty was appropriate.
In other words, Feng Liang's financial fortune after that is zero.
Therefore, not to mention the hundreds of thousands of windfall wealth, even the more than a thousand pieces left for him by his little brother, it was enough to kill him.
The more the old monk thought about it, the more speechless he became, and finally he could only sigh: "Master Xiao Yang, if you play like this, even if the immortals come down, he won't be able to live!" "
Zhongzhou, Yundu Road.
Yang Ning small shop.
In fact, what he just said to Kong Ming was prepared by Yang Ning in advance.
At this moment, Yang Ning was already lying on the floor that the imps had laid for him, getting into his sleeping bag and snoring.
A night breeze blew by, and on the table next to it, the edge book slowly spread out.
There were originally only five Yuan Books, first one less, and then eight more.
One less is because Feng Liang died.
There are eight more because, tonight, that Kongming old monk was originally going to die.
Died at the hands of Yijiang Ghost Uncle.
But Yang Ning spared his life.
Yang Ning, who was sleeping, pouted and muttered, "You are one of the ten abbots in the Ten Temples of the Dragon Gate, and you are only eight good causes?"
"It's not as good as a third-level special agent of a special management bureau, bah!"
Saying that, Yang Ning rolled over, tickled his neck, and continued to snore.
After that, a cold little ghost hand scratched the place he had just scratched again.
Then, the second ghost hand scratched him again.
The third, the fourth....
Until Sun Dachuan's hand also wanted to help Yang Ning scratch it, snap!
Yang Ning raised his hand and slapped his hand away.
Sun Dafat: "???
On the side, Chen Yamei held her head and said in a milky voice: "You usually stroke your intestines less, and the orange will let you scratch next time."
Sun Da Fat was not convinced, "Why?" The
little turtle on the side said happily: "Because there is in the intestines, there is... Hahaha! "
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