The Almighty Taoist of the Beautiful President

Chapter 1118
This underground casino in the palm oil wholesale market contains almost all gambling methods.

From Pai Gow to dice, from roulette to poker, there are even ancient mahjong and the local "playing chess" in the Philippines.

Playing chess is a very simple and unpopular game of chess, but there are the most people playing here, and the amount is huge. Looking at the chips above, a game costs around [-] US dollars.

"Where is that monk?" Li Changan asked.

Li Chang'an couldn't wait to see Boli Bodhi, the biggest boss of Xinyuan Temple.

"The room at the far end on the left is also the place where the biggest bets are made!" Pedro whispered.

"The biggest bet? How big is it?" Li Changan stepped forward.

Pedro followed behind with a low laugh: "The bet is not money, but life!"

In the room at the left hand end, the four walls are covered with black silk cloth, the floor is pitch black, and the gaming table, chairs, even the wine glasses and maids are all black.

There were four gamblers in the room, all wearing black nightgowns. Although there was a beautiful girl standing beside them, they were so engrossed that they didn't even look at them.

They only focus on their own cards.

Only the cards in their hands are white.

A black room, white cards, under the huge contrast, each card is so conspicuous.

Pedro walked in with Li Changan, and pointed behind him.

At the back of the game, a withered old monk was sitting cross-legged, with a wide monk's robe hanging over him, as if covered with a layer of sheets. He was terribly thin, and could be described as skinny, with blue blood vessels all over his shriveled and old skin. , the bones stood up through the flesh, and the whole face looked like a skeleton.

Judging from his appearance, this monk is simply the incarnation of the devil.

Pedro backed out quietly, closed the door, and made a click. From the time Li Changan came in until now, the people in the room didn't seem to notice, or they didn't care at all.

An obese man on the left drew one of the six cards in his hand, his hands were trembling, and he wore at least thirty gold rings on his ten fingers, like a pair of metal mechanical hands in a dark room. Same there.

When the card was put down, Li Changan stopped in his tracks, his brows were frowned, showing a look of shock.

There weren't many things that would surprise him, but now it was definitely one.

That is not a poker card, but a "Buddha card"!
Amulets are a kind of Buddhist amulet unique to Southeast Asia. They are small in size, various in shape, and made of complicated materials. They are made of Buddhist scriptures, pollen, medicinal herbs, temple incense ash, gemstones, etc., but there is another kind of amulet made of dead people. Bones, animal viscera and relics of Buddhist monks.

Originally, this kind of thing was used to enshrine in temples to enhance the mana of the temple, but until now, it has gradually become a terrible magic weapon for praying and cursing.

An amulet with a curse effect will attract demons and ghosts, making your life worse than death.

Now the fat man put down a white amulet with a barefoot monk carved on it. The monk had a strange face, holding two skulls and a black scripture in his hand.

"Two ghosts blocking the way!" Fatty gasped, "My picture is powerful enough."

He looked at his opponent, his face turned blue, he gritted his teeth, finally put the cards in his hand away, got up and said: "Stop playing, this is too unfair, I dumped your three ghost cards, all of them are brats If you hang yourself, you will get double ghosts in one shot, so I won’t play anymore.”

The other two were silent, and the fat man's eyes were dark: "Brother, you should understand the rules of this game, and you should know what the end of the halfway position is."

The opponent has completely lost his mind, and strode out: "I don't fucking believe it..."

The voice stopped abruptly, and the double ghost amulet on the table had disappeared, but it appeared on his back. The couple seemed to sense something, and stretched out their hands to grab it desperately, but they just couldn't catch it.

"Two ghosts blocking the way, with such a big card of evil spirit, I'm afraid he won't be able to get out of here." The other two sighed.

The opponent screamed and rushed out of the room, and the sound of him smashing the table came from outside.

In the black room, the remaining three people sat with their eyes closed. After a long time, the person on the right side of the fat man whispered: "According to the rules, all of Acharo's property, including his wife and four daughters, are yours. Well, Mr. Pretty Bad, you're in luck."

Mancha from Thailand was very proud, his obese body trembled: "I'm not interested in Acharo's money and women, but his four daughters are two pairs of twins, hehe, let's play..."

He started drooling.

The cards on the table are put back together, and all the amulets are automatically stacked, like magnets colliding together.

Then the amulet began to change, and the face of the amulet disappeared, leaving only the body of the amulet.

"One is missing now!" The fat man hesitantly looked at Li Changan: "Why don't you come and play, bro?"

Li Chang'an didn't speak, and the skinny monk, Boli Bodhi suddenly stood up with difficulty: "Let me do it first, and challenge Mr. Mancha."

The fat man was stunned for a moment: "You skeleton monk, you have been sitting here for three days without speaking, and now you can't help it? Well, I accept your challenge."

The amulet on the table trembled and scattered, but the face of the card was still invisible, but the fat man stretched out his hand and squeezed one, and slapped it on the table: "Open the card and see you!"

The skeleton-like monk sighed and reached out to take one.

The two turned over the cards at the same time. On the fat man's amulet was a monk sitting cross-legged, with a banshee on his back. The banshee had wings on her back and was eating the monk's flesh and blood.

The remaining two people in the field stared wide-eyed and exclaimed, "Louga Shura!"

The fat on the fat man's face was jumping, and he clasped his hands together happily, and he was chanting some scriptures.

This card was really terrible. If the monk couldn't catch it, he would be devoured by the demon to death.

The monk's face was dull, and the card in front of him was an ascetic monk, and a little ghost was wrapped around the ascetic monk's feet.

The smallest card is nothing more than "little devil blocking the way".

"You lost!" the fat man laughed loudly.

"Wait!" The skeleton monk lightly raised his palms, a look of pity flashed in his eyes, and then he flicked his sleeves.

The little ghost blocking the way jumped straight up, and when it fell again, the little ghost and the ascetic monk disappeared from the board, and it turned into a Taoist priest drinking with a sword!

The Taoist priest has a handsome back, but the wooden sword on his back is particularly conspicuous, the fire dragon talisman sword, and Lu Zu's inscription!
The fat man opened his mouth and was speechless, and suddenly screamed: "You cheated, how could there be a damned Taoist priest on the amulet?"

The monk didn't speak, Li Changan walked over slowly, picked up the amulet and looked at it, then at the monk.

The Taoist priest on this card is himself a thousand years ago, the Daoist Chang'an who just entered the world and practiced. That sword, that back, it seems that thousands of years of time are turning before his eyes...

(End of this chapter)