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Chapter 157 The temptation of 8 million! 【Second update】

The people next to him grinned, as if the silver needle was stuck in their own necks.

Bai Sanniang's technique is quite skillful, she obviously does this kind of thing often, the silver needle goes deep into the spine, as if someone had pressed the reset button, and the light-on master who had kept his eyes tightly closed, suddenly opened his eyes.

magical!

The cloudy eyes gradually regained their clarity.

"Grandmaster!"

Bai Sanniang looked at the master who turned on the lamp with some seriousness.

All eyes were on the monk in front of him. Everyone knew that he only had the last small battery left, and he had to turn off the phone when he ran out.

"Cough cough!"

The monk who turned on the light coughed lightly, and seemed to be in good condition, "The devil..."

"Master, don't worry, Gongsun Oolong has been beheaded, thanks to the help of Chen Shaoxia!" Bai Sanniang said, pointing to Chen Muyu who was standing beside him.

The master who turned on the light looked up at Chen Muyu.

"Master, what wish do you have? Tell me quickly. As long as you can achieve it, we, the Beggar Gang, will do our best to help you achieve it!" Elder Gong was a little anxious, afraid that the master would die the next second after turning on the light.

This topic is a bit heavy, and everyone is silent.

"I want to have a private chat with this benefactor Chen, everyone, can you avoid it for a while?" Master Turning on the Lamp said suddenly.

Everyone was stunned.

Elder Gong felt a little uncomfortable, why, your brother still treats me as an outsider?
Bai Sanniang stood up and told everyone to go out to avoid him. After all, the master who turned on the lamp is a dying person. No matter what he said, everyone should try their best to be satisfied.

In the room, there were only two people left, Chen Muyu and Master Turning on the Lamp.

"I can't save you!"

Chen Muyu said apologetically, to be honest, he really couldn't save this monk.

Although the waste system has a repair function, it must be something that belongs to Chen Muyu before it can be repaired.

The body of the monk who turned on the lamp is still a property of the owner. Maybe he can buy it for free with his consent, but this monk is an eighth-level martial artist. To repair his body, the cost is probably not something Chen Muyu can afford of.

"I don't want to die yet!"

The monk who turned on the light looked at Chen Muyu, his eyes were almost longing.

Chen Muyu sneered, and comforted, "Master, you are a monk, you should take life and death lightly, you should also be able to vaguely understand why I came here, I am not a god, I can only say sorry..."

The purpose of Chen Muyu's coming here is for Monk Kaideng's physical strength. The list was given by Monk Kaideng. Presumably, Monk Kaideng can also feel that Chen Muyu has an extraordinary background, so he left Chen Muyu alone to talk.

The face of the monk who turned on the lamp was full of unwillingness, "I still have two wives and three children in Dali. The youngest son is just nine years old. If I die, what will they do?"

Hearing this, Chen Muyu was stunned for a long time, almost vomiting three liters of blood.

"Master, you are a monk!"

Chen Muyu didn't know what to say, and even wondered if the monk who turned on the lamp was talking nonsense.

"My real name is Duan Ren, and I am a descendant of the royal family of Dali. Due to family conflicts, I became a monk at Tianlong Temple eight years ago. The Dharma name was turned on, and I became the abbot five years ago. It is impossible to return to the vulgar..." Master Turning on the Light Said.

There are many black lines on Chen Muyu's forehead, he thought he was a high-ranking monk.

"But I still can't save you..." Chen Muyu shook his head, there is no need to make fun of people when they are about to die.

The monk who turned on the lamp said, "Tianlong Temple has countless treasures, if you are willing to save me, I can give you whatever you want..."

"Uh……"

Chen Muyu hesitated when he heard the words, these words undoubtedly hit Chen Muyu's weakness.

The monk who turned on the lamp said, "There are countless treasures hidden in my temple and secular homes, among which there are at least 500 million taels of silver..."

500 million taels?

Hearing this number, it was difficult for Chen Muyu not to be aroused.

500 million taels of silver, how much is that?

Converted into wealth value, seven or eight billion.

Chen Muyu doesn't want it?Absolutely want it.

However, the monk who turned on the lamp has already run out of oil and the lamp is dry, and he may die in the next second. How to save him?

"I may have a method, but I can't guarantee it will work!"

After thinking for a while, a flash of inspiration flashed in Chen Muyu's mind.

"Please go ahead and give it a try!"

The monk who turned on the light had a very strong desire to survive. When he heard Chen Muyu say that there was a way, he certainly had no reason to refuse. Anyway, a dead horse is a living horse doctor.

Chen Muyu didn't say anything, in a hurry, a document appeared in his hand.

"Sign this deed of sale first!"

He directly placed the document in front of the monk who turned on the lamp. It was an employee contract of Wanjie Waste Collection Station.

Chen Muyu thought very simply, if Monk Turned On signed this contract of selling his body, he would naturally belong to him. In this way, he could try to use the system repair function to repair the damaged body of Monk Turned On.

Of course, repairing the physical body will definitely require a lot of money, but isn't the monk who turns on the lamp rich?

Chen Muyu still has tens of millions on his body, even if it cannot be completely repaired, as long as it can be repaired partly, it should be able to hang his life.

The rest is up to him to save himself.

Going back to get the money, Chen Muyu continued to help him repair his body, as long as the money is enough, everything will be easy!

I have to admit that there is still a bit of a gamble, after all, Chen Muyu needs to take part of his wealth to hang his life.

However, the gamble is also worth the gamble. If it succeeds, it will be a blood profit. Not only will it earn an eighth-level martial artist employee, but it will also earn a large fortune.

The monk who turned on the lamp didn't have time to think about why, so he directly pressed a bloody handprint on the place Chen Muyu pointed.

"Employee +1".

Soon after receiving the prompt from the system, Chen Muyu was a little distracted. At first he thought that if he personally recruited someone to become an employee, the system would not recognize him. It seemed that he was thinking too much.

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Name: Duan Ren [near death state].

Introduction: An employee of the Wanjie Waste Collection Station, a descendant of the Duan family in Dali, the host of the Tianlong Temple, and the magic number turned on the lights..., the employee's body was severely damaged, and he is now in a near-death state.

Repair: The body repair function is not yet open

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Depend on!
Seeing the message, Chen Muyu couldn't help but spit, the system doesn't have the function of repairing the body yet?

What's going on here?
I haven't invested money in it yet, but I stopped the loss in time.

But, let’s forget it?
Do money recharge, increase wealth value, open the function of repairing the body?

However, the system didn't say how many wealth points are required to enable this function. If you waste time after tossing for a long time, you can't wait to turn on the lights.

There is another way.

Practice auxiliary pot.

Remember that the practice auxiliary pot has the function of body training?This thing might work.

Immediately, Chen Muyu directly took out the cultivation auxiliary pot.

A gigantic dome appeared in the room with a bang.

"This is?"

The monk turned on the light and was shocked.

Chen Muyu ignored him, directly turned on the auxiliary pot, chose the body training mode, took out a few fire essence stones and threw them in, and injected 100 strands of the internal energy of Gongsun Oolong that he had just picked up into it.

(End of this chapter)