As a worshiper of the special department of China, Purple-clothed Taoist Wu Yongming has a clear understanding of the strength of practitioners in various places.
In the entire Liangzhu area, the only ones that can claim strong support are Jinshan Temple and Daxiong Temple, the largest female monastery.
But as far as Wu Yongming knew, the first Daxiong Temple was transferred to the border of China to deal with a very difficult matter and was not here at this time.
It was obvious that Wu Yongming was confused, but Zhang Jiao did not explain.
I just took Xiao Wuxin to sit on the floor and explained to him the Taoist Sutra of Encouraging Good Deeds.
At the beginning, Wu Xin seemed a little absent-minded because he was worried about the Nine Difficulties of Hua.
Now he was quietly picking his little chubby hands, and now he was playing with the corners of his monk's robe.
You look like you are in a hurry to get out of class.
But after a while, out of trust in Zhang Jiao, he was able to listen carefully.
The pink little face is full of peace.
On the other side, the mysterious taxi driver separated from the beggar and drove straight to the phone booth on another street.
"It's an emergency now, so I have to call someone quickly!"
But when he walked into the phone booth, the new horoscope master was instantly embarrassed.
"It's over... I shouldn't have given the phone card to that stupid boy just now..."
"No, it seems I have to find a way to get some money to buy a big brother to keep by my side."
“It’s more convenient if you have an emergency!”
The mysterious powerful man thought about it secretly and smiled bitterly.
"I don't know which ancestor in our sect is so stubborn that he established a rule: Don't charge money for telling people's fortunes!"
"That's good. The younger disciples are each poorer than the other... My senior brother has been wearing a pair of underpants for almost a hundred years, and now half of his buttocks is leaking, and he is not willing to replace them with new ones..."
Just when he was complaining about his "ancestors", two young lovers who were having sex with each other in the dark came over.
The mysterious power hurriedly spoke.
"Hey, good evening, handsome guy and beautiful girl!"
"I have something urgent at home. Can you borrow a phone card to use? After the call is finished, I will pay you according to the price."
The young woman was quite arrogant. Seeing that the other person was just a taxi driver, she not only ignored him but also gave him a blank look.
Contrary to her, the young man is warm-hearted.
"Everyone's home is in an emergency, and there's no need for money. I'll give you the phone card. Brother, feel free to use it."
After he finished speaking, he led the young woman to a distance in a considerate manner to avoid being inconvenient for others to talk while listening.
Daneng took the phone card with a smile on his face and sighed secretly in his heart.
What a good man, it's a pity that he didn't have a good life...
Insert the card and dial the number in one go. After a few beeps, the person over there picked up the phone.
Because he was disturbed in the middle of the night, his tone was full of impatience.
"Hey, who are you?!"
Da Neng chuckled: "Old Sun, I have a lot of money."
"How can I sleep in the middle of the night? I can't get up to read, go for a run or something."
"What a waste of time!"
On the other end of the phone, "Old Sun", who was already very angry when he got up, was furious when he heard this.
"You have so much money, you poor guy, don't you have time to spare?!"
"Why should you call me in the middle of the night if you have nothing to do?"
"You are alone and cold under the covers, but I am holding my wife to keep me warm!"
The new horoscope master Qian Duoduo doesn't get angry even when he is scolded, as if everything is just as it should be.
"Stop, stop, stop, I'm not telling you, Old Sun, you are still so angry at your age."
"If you don't restrain yourself, you may have a stroke immediately, hey!"
"Old Sun" on the other end of the phone became even more angry when he heard that the other party was cursing him so viciously.
"Qian Duoduo, what the hell is going on with you? It's okay, I'm dead!"
"Don't, there's something going on, something big!" Qian Duoduo was immediately frightened when he saw that the other party was serious about it.
In fact, the "Old Sun" on the other side of the phone knows his old friend very well:
Although Qian Duoduo is not constrained by one's style and is a prolific gamer, he is not cheap enough to make harassing phone calls in the middle of the night.
The key is that this guy is too poor to spend money on long-distance calls just because he wants to harass him...
“If you have something to say, say it quickly; if you have something to say, say it quickly!”
"I'm so sleepy that I don't have time to talk nonsense with you!"
"Okay, okay, I'll tell you, I'll tell you!" Qian Duoduo's face was rare and his tone was deep.
"Old Sun, I have to tell you something important!"
Hearing Qian Duoduo's tone, "Old Sun" also became serious.
"Tell me, what's wrong? It's not the guy from the Liangzhu Underground Palace who came out, is it?!"
Qian Duoduo slowly shook his head: "No, it's bigger than this!"
"Then...my son will have a full-moon feast the day after tomorrow. Can you fly over and give me some money..."
The old Sun on the other end of the phone was stunned when he heard this, and then cursed loudly.
"If you have as much money as you want, get away with me as far as you want!"
"You didn't even get a wife, so where did you get your son?! Did you pull him out by yourself?!"
"Isn't this a pastime in the middle of the night?"