dead child, ghost carrying coffin

"Oh? There are reinforcements?"

As an enshrinement of a special department in Shenzhou, Ziyi Taoist Wu Yongming has a clear understanding of the strength of practitioners from all over the world.

In the entire Liangzhu area, only Jinshan Temple and Daxiong Temple, the largest temple for female congregations, can be considered strong supporters.

But as far as Wu Yongming knew, the head of the Daxiong Temple was transferred to the border of China at this moment to deal with a very difficult matter, and he was not in the local area at this time.

It could be seen that Wu Yongming was puzzled, but Zhang Jiao didn't explain.

He just dragged Xiao Wuxin to sit on the ground and explained to him the Taoist Sutra of Encouraging Goodness.

At the beginning, Wu Xin seemed a little absent-minded because she was worried about Hua Jiu's troubles.

For a while, he quietly picked at the chubby hand, and for a while, he fiddled with the corner of his monk's robe.

That looks very much like you who 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 face was full of peace.

On the other side, after the mysterious taxi driver separated from Qi Baijia, he drove straight to the telephone booth on another street.

"The matter is urgent now, so I have to call and shake people quickly!"

But when he walked into the phone booth, the new horoscope was instantly embarrassed.

"It's over... You shouldn't have given the phone card to that idiot just now..."

"No, it seems that I have to find a way to get some money and buy a big brother to keep by my side."

"It's more convenient when there's something urgent!"

While pondering secretly, the mysterious power smiled wryly.

"I don't know which ancestor in our sect is so overwhelmed and established a rule: no money is allowed for fortune-telling!"

"That's great, the younger disciples are getting poorer one by one... My senior brother has been wearing a pair of underpants for almost a hundred years, and now half of his buttocks are leaking, and he is not willing to change for new ones..."

Just when he was complaining about his "ancestors", two young lovers came over while taking advantage of the darkness.

The mysterious power hurried to speak.

"Hey, good evening, handsome and beauties!"

"I'm in a hurry at home, can I borrow the phone card and use it? I'll pay you according to the price after the call."

The young woman was quite arrogant. Seeing that the other party was just a taxi driver, she not only ignored him, but even gave him a blank stare.

Contrary to her, the young man is warm-hearted.

"Everyone is in a hurry. If you don't want to pay any money, I will give you the phone card. Don't worry, brother."

After finishing speaking, he took the young woman to a distance in a very considerate manner, so as to avoid listening by himself, and it would be inconvenient for others to speak.

Da Neng took the phone card with a smile on his face, feeling secretly in his heart.

Good man, but unfortunately there is no good life...

Inserting the card and dialing in one go, the person over there picked up the phone after a few beeps.

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, it's me who has so much money."

"What do you sleep in the middle of the night, and don't get up to read, go for a run or something."

"What a waste of time!"

On the other end of the phone, the "old grandson" who had already woken up full of anger was furious.

"Qian Duoduo, are you idle, poor ghost?!"

"Why call me in the middle of the night if I have nothing to do!"

"You are single and cold under a quilt, and I am hugging my daughter-in-law to keep warm!"

Qian Duoduo, the great power of the new Bazimen, is not angry when he is scolded, as if everything should be like this.

"Stop, stop, old grandson, I didn't mean you, you are still so angry at a lot of age."

"If you don't restrain yourself, be careful of 'stroke immediately', hey!"

The "old grandson" on the other end of the phone became even more angry when he heard that the other party cursed him so viciously.

"Qian Duoduo, what the hell are you doing? It's okay, I'm dead!"

"Come on, it's something, something big!" Seeing that the other party was serious, Qian Duoduo was immediately frightened.

In fact, the "old grandson" over the phone knows his old friend very well:

Although Qian Duoduo was eclectic and played games, he was not cheap enough to make harassing phone calls in the middle of the night.

The point is that this guy is really too poor, and he won't be willing to spend money on long-distance calls just because he wants to harass him...

"If you have something to say, hurry up and let your fart go!"

"I'm so sleepy, I don't have time to talk to you!"

"Well, let me tell you, let me tell you!" Qian Duoduo had a rare serious face and a deep tone.

"Old Sun, I have to tell you something important!"

Hearing Qian Duoduo's tone, "Old Sun" also became serious.

"Tell me, what's the matter? Could it be someone from the Liangzhu underground palace who came out?!"

Qian Duoduo slowly shook his head: "No, it's bigger than this!"

"Then what... My son has a full moon wine the day after tomorrow, can you fly over and give me some money..."

The old Sun on the other end of the phone was taken aback when he heard the words, and then cursed.

"If you have a lot of money, leave it to me, as far as you can!"

"You didn't even have a daughter-in-law, where did you get your son?! You pulled it out by yourself?!"

"Isn't it a pastime in the middle of the night!"