Genius Fortune-teller/C407 To Send a Living Buddha?!
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C407 To Send a Living Buddha?!

"We're not interested in this kind of thing in the International Phase Art Competition, go find whoever you want! It would be best if you go find my Junior Brother, who is also the current Sect Leader of the Heaven Sect, and is fond of joining in the fun! "

Above the Mao Mountain, a strong wind was blowing and vegetation was swirling. "Zhang SanKuang lazily leaned against a reclining chair, looking at a middle-aged fat man with a wretched face. He waved his hand and said in a bland voice.

"Old deity, I, your junior brother, will naturally have to invite you as well, but you can't not go!" Isn't there a saying in China that a brother is like his father, how can your junior's level not catch up to yours! " The fat middle-aged man didn't change his expression even when he heard Zhang Sanming's evasive words. He continued to pile on top of Zhang SanKuang one after another.

"If you say that I'm more skilled than those bulls and noses of the Dragon and Tiger Mountains, or the Dragon Seeking Masters of the Mount Kunlun, I will definitely think that your flattery is right, but if you say that my skills are better than that of my youngest junior brother, even if you beat me to death, I wouldn't dare to admit it!"

"We've also never heard of that Junior Martial Brother of yours, nor have we ever seen him in person!" The fat middle-aged man's expression changed slightly. He looked at Zhang Sanmang and continued to ask, "Old deity, is that Junior Brother of yours really that powerful?"

Zhang San Kuang waved his hand with a smile and said slowly: "You have never heard of my youngest junior brother, so there's no need to be nervous. You should have heard of Daoist Ming Shi's name on Dragon Tiger Mountain, right?"

"I've heard that Daoist Master Mingshi's mastery of the art of art is unparalleled. He is definitely a Master. I must also invite him this time!"

"That's easy then. When you get to Dragon Tiger Mountain and tell Ox-nose that my junior brother is also participating in this year's competition, he will definitely say that he is busy with matters of the sect and will let this matter go. Do you believe me?" Zhang San Kuang said indifferently.

The fat middle-aged man's face revealed a hint of surprise as he said in shock, "Old Daoist Deity, you can't trick me. With Daoist Master Mingshi's cultivation, how could he be defeated by your youngest junior?"

"Alright, then let's not talk about stones. "There's a Pope in Europe called Lahore, you should know that, right?"

The fat middle-aged man nodded his head, saying, "Of course we know this. That Pope can be said to be the most powerful person in the world." However, the strange death that happened a while ago became an unsolved mystery in the history of the religion. Could it be that this has something to do with your youngest junior brother? "

"He wasn't killed by my junior brother, but this matter has something to do with him!" "When we were in Europe, not only did we not lose against the Pope and the Black Mage Saintess, we even crippled their cultivation!" "One more thing. If he hadn't gone against the heavens and changed his fate, the Amazon rainforest would have disappeared long ago!"

As he listened to Zhang SanKuang recount everything that Lin Bai had done, the middle-aged fatty was completely stunned. Unknowingly, cold sweat began to trickle down his back! He began to regret accepting such an errand. If the God of Slaughter knew of his intentions, even if he had the same nine lives as the cat, it still wouldn't be enough to stuff it inside!

"Old deity, what does your junior apprentice brother look like? I heard you say he's a deity, could you let me see his celestial appearance. When we meet in the future, I'll pay my respects to him!" The middle-aged fatty stretched out his hand to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead as he spoke softly.

Zhang San Kuang nodded his head with a smile and took out a picture of Lin Bai from his pocket. When he went to Beijing last time, he took out a picture of Liu Jingtian and showed it to the fat middle-aged man: "Look, this is my Immortal junior brother!"

"Old deity, we don't need to play with people like that. If you don't want to go, then you don't want to. You don't have to take the photo of the God of Death to fool me! " The middle-aged fatty glanced at Lin Bai's appearance in the photo and said with a weird expression as he looked at Zhang SanKuang.

He took out his mobile phone and looked at it a few times. After confirming that it was Lin Bai, he stared at the fat middle-aged man and said in a deep voice, "What did you say just now? When did my junior apprentice-brother become such a person?"

"Old deity, although old man is supernatural, you can't do something like insulting the celestial sovereign!" The fat middle-aged man's face revealed a hint of fear when he heard Zhang Sanmang's words, he anxiously said, "And not only is the picture of the celestial sovereign paid homage throughout the country, there are also many people worshipping you. It is said that as long as you are sincere, the celestial sovereign will protect the family and help our family with men!"

"What nonsense is this!" My little junior brother had just gotten married a few years ago, and now my nephew still hasn't been born in his mother's stomach. Why is it that in just a few days of effort, he has become some kind of living Buddha gigolo! Fatty, you can't be seeing things, right? " Zhang San Kuang slapped his thigh and glared at the middle-aged fatty as he spoke harshly.

The fat man's body trembled as he quickly said, "Old god, please don't wrongly accuse me!" I've heard a lot about this living Buddha giver since I came here from Kaifeng, and every single one of them spoke of it in a very orderly manner. I didn't see any one of them say that he's your junior brother, even those big girls and their wives at the foot of the mountain, I also didn't see them not bowing because they're familiar with each other! "

"Something is wrong, something big is happening!" He kept thinking back and forth in his mind and mumbled to himself, "What kind of son of a b * tch is this, to think of such an absolute plan, to actually sacrifice my junior brother alive. I must catch that son of a b * tch and skin him alive!"

"A living sacrifice?!" Old deity, what kind of words are those?! " When the middle-aged fatty heard the words that came out of Zhang Sanmad's mouth, his face revealed a trace of suspicion as he asked.

Zhang Sanming waved his hand and frowned, "You just said that when you came here from Kaifeng, you saw a lot of people worshiping me with this photo in their hands? Are you sure you didn't see wrong? That photo looks exactly like my junior brother?! "

"Old deity, you are wise. If I lie in front of you, wouldn't that be courting death! I dare to say with confidence that what I see is really your junior brother! " The fat middle-aged man spoke in a firm tone. After rolling his eyes a few times, he looked at Zhang SanKuang and continued, "Old Daoist, then are you still not going to participate in the international phase art competition?"

"No!" F * ck, someone's bullying my junior brother, as his senior, how could I have the time to do something like fishing for fame! Go away! " Zhang SanKuang was an impatient person, he felt that the situation was not right. Someone wanted to target Lin Bai, so he wanted to deduce the true nature of the matter as soon as possible.

The fat middle-aged man was not in a hurry either, after he saw Zhang Sanmeng smile awkwardly a few times, he said softly, "Old deity, you can choose not to go, but before I come, a contestant from the competition asked me to send a message to you, saying that you will definitely understand the grudge you had on Mao Mountain that day, and that the things you and your junior brother stole from him will also be taken back!"

"Do you think that person is short and has combed his hair into a big bun? Or is he wearing a golden dog chain around his neck?!" Upon hearing this, Zhang San Meng stretched out his hand to grab the fat middle-aged man. After rolling his eyes, he looked at him with a serious expression.

The fat middle-aged man nodded and said, "That's right. Your excellency still remembers that the person is the best. My words have reached him, so he can return and report back. This trip was not in vain!"

"It really didn't run!" I was wondering what son of a b * tch could be so ruthless as to make this person come and deal with my junior brother. It turns out that Chen Qiling did not give up and was talking about how he tried to snatch the power of the Celestial Sect of Patriarchs. After Zhang San Meng muttered to himself, he turned to look at the middle-aged fatty and continued: "What else did that fellow say?"

"There's nothing else, I'm just telling you to remember something. Don't be scared when the time comes!" The fat middle-aged man cupped his hands towards Zhang Sanmeng and said, "Old deity, I've already passed the message, there's nothing else. I'll go down the mountain now and pay my respects to you in the future!"

"Wait, who told you to leave, come back!" Zhang Sanmeng muttered to himself for a moment, then he stared at the middle-aged fatty and said, "Tell me in detail what kind of international competition you are talking about!"

"Old deity, didn't you not sign up?" The middle-aged fatty's face revealed a hint of joy as he hurriedly asked.

Zhang Sanmeng frowned and said harshly, "When did I say that I would not register to participate? Tell me clearly!"

"..."

The mountain wind was biting cold, and it shook the mountains and the twilight snow. The jungle was dyed black, as if it was playing an elegy! Standing alone on the edge of the precipice in front of the temple, Zhang Sanming's expression was extremely solemn. Many thoughts were running through his mind.

"Master, is something wrong with my father?" It had only been a year, and Li Qing Nannan had grown a lot taller compared to when she was in Beijing. Moreover, her entire body's temperament had changed a lot, and she had a very clear feeling of being in the mortal world.

Zhang SanKuang nodded and sighed, "This time, I am afraid it will be even more troublesome than before."

"Master, trouble is always afraid of us. Since when have Barbara and I ever been afraid of trouble!" Li Qing Nannan slowly walked to Zhang SanKuang's side and faced the chilling wind on the peak of Mao Mountain as she enunciated each word clearly.

The child's voice was extremely clear, but it gave people a sense of conviction from the bottom of their hearts. It was as if his words were heavenly, causing people to not dare to have any thoughts of resistance.

"Nannan your words are not wrong at all. If there is trouble then we will uproot it!" Zhang San Kuang said indifferently.

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