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Chapter 209 No Matter Winning or Losing
In the eyes of the little monk, the two taps of Qing Jing's fingers are the door to all wonders, mysterious and mysterious!
The little monk never blinked. Ever since he lived in the temple, no matter whether he was a big monk or a fake Taoist priest, he never left one door and never entered the other. He could not see his shadow all day long.

The young monk wanted to escape into Buddhism, but could not find the way. Each of the two people leading the way was more unreliable than the other. Now this scene fell in the eyes of the young monk, like a person who has been thirsty for a long time and finally drank water.

"Master, how did you figure out that Boss Chen is fine?" The little monk offered with a smiling face.

Qing Jing turned her face, and gave the little monk a look, "What can happen to him at such an age?"

"." Dare your old man guess it.

Just as the little monk came out of the quiet room, Chen Bufei came to the door. Before he could say hello, Chen Bufei rushed into the quiet room.

If Chen Bufei guessed correctly, two days ago he found that Qing Jing took back a small thing from somewhere, and he just glanced at it that day, and the strong smell of time is very attractive.

As soon as Chen Bufei pushed open the door, just in time for Qing Jing to go back to sleep, when Chen Bufei crackled, Qing Jing couldn't sit still immediately.

"Boy! Why are you so crazy for coming to my place so early in the morning?"

"It's not that painting, I don't have enough points," Chen Bufei blurted out impulsively.

"You don't understand even after saying that, anyway, the uncle in that painting came out, do you understand?" Chen Bufei rummaged in the quiet cabinet.

"Where's the thing you brought back last time?"

"what?"

"That ruby ​​ring, I clearly saw you put it here."

"Sold." Qing Jing rubbed her nose, as if she didn't care about what Chen Bufei said, Qing Jing yawned and pulled the quilt to continue sleeping.

Chen Bufei rushed over, "Old man, are you short of money?"

"Hey, with such a big temple, how can we not be short of money?"

"Don't talk to me, tell the truth." Chen Bufei only realized something was wrong now, Qing Jing had no place to spend money at all, so what's the use of asking for that thing to sell?

"You took all the money I sent over every month, old man, do you have something to hide from me?" Chen Bufei narrowed his eyes.

In this world, there are two things that Qing Jing can't let go of, one is wine, and the other is meat. Other than that, there is nothing Qing Jing wants.

He doesn't even mind the dog hole, why do he need so much money now?
"What can I, a little old man, do?" Qing Jing raised her eyes and refused to admit it.

Chen Bufei smiled, "You are forcing me to take action."

"Come in, the little monk at the door, come in." Chen Bufei shouted, "Go down the mountain and bring back Monk Qingsheng."

"Boy, what do you want to do?" Qing Jing squinted his eyes and asked, he could see now that Chen Bufei didn't mean to be joking at all.

"You eat my food and drink my food, live in the place that the Lord provides you, and do some shameful things without telling the Lord. It's too unfair to do this, old man Qingjing."

Chen Bufei was really angry, he pulled out his chair and sat in the quiet room without saying a word, letting the old man Qingjing ask about the painting, Chen Bufei didn't say a word.

"It's not what's wrong with that painting, you just take me down, and I'll take care of it for you." Qing Jing put on her clothes, and was about to leave with his cloth bag.

Chen Bufei sneered, "When did you treat yourself so happily? Old man, I'm even more curious about what you did with that money."

"I have no money, no money."

Chen Bufei snorted, ignored him altogether, and lay down on the table to make up for sleep.
Qingsheng didn't come back until almost noon. He looked a little darker, and he still looked like a human and a dog pretending to be a monk.

It is clear that the two of them seem to be more unreliable than the other, Chen Bufei is a bit regretful now, why did he decide on these two people.

"What's wrong with Xiao Chen?" Qing Sheng was able to pretend for a while, "I was busy going down the mountain for alms these two days, so I didn't bother to ask you."

"Master, you've worked hard to beg for fate. Oh, why is your face so round? Is our food so good?" Chen Bufei gritted his teeth to say the last few words.

Qingsheng didn't blush and his heart didn't beat, and he didn't take this joke to heart at all, "Recently I lived in a mountain household whose 80-year-old mother just passed away. I helped chant scriptures and prayed for blessings, and I ate some vegetarian meals by the way."

"This vegetarian meal, I'm afraid it's fatty meat." Chen Bufei casually touched the water cup on the table for drinking tea.

The water glass is broken, I don't know how long it has been with Qing Jing, and it seems to be worth tens of dollars, Chen Bufei threw it on the ground casually.

Qing Jing's face was clearly distressed, but she tried her best not to say a word.

Chen Bufei then fell two more, Qing Jing's face was ugly, "Okay, leave one for me."

"What about money, old man." Chen Bufei's face was sullen, "Now is a special period, old man, can you stop poking a knife in my heart like this? Whether you believe in Buddhism or Taoism, you don't care if you eat, drink and have fun. , can you stop doing this?"

What Chen Bufei said was touched in his heart, and he said quietly, "I only played two games."

"Have you gambled? What are you playing?" Chen Bufei was patient. Generally speaking, those who are quiet at this level will not lose if they bet on stones or antiques.

He can't simply gamble, right? Apart from being fun for a while, is there any temptation for that thing?
Chen Bufei raised his head and glanced at Qing Jing, his heart was blocked, "Chun, bet?"

"Yeah." Qing Jing rubbed the back of her head, "Hey, don't worry, I've quit now."

"You are like this, can you still become an immortal?"

"Everyone will die. I have a truth in my heart, and I will definitely become an immortal." In order to calm down Chen Bufei, Qingjing took him to a secret base.

To put it mildly, it's called a secret base, but it's actually a local trading market. Qingjing shows off his magic to deceive people. For a few bucks, he can bring back a valuable treasure.

"No, it's here." Qing Jing was quite satisfied.

Chen Bufei looked at the scene in front of him, it seemed to be a small village market, the ground was full of dust, but Chen Bufei found an interesting phenomenon after looking around for a week.

The native masters wandering here are all similar to Wang Ergou, with five short statures.

"Are everyone here mass-produced?" Chen Bufei asked curiously.

"Their unorthodox native masters usually make their own fortunes. Besides, in the cemetery, this kind of figure is very popular. They are from the same line of teachers. I will take you to meet their boss in a while. Keep something good, just to lie to a big boss like you"

After hearing this, Chen Bufei raised his eyebrows and glanced at Qing Jing, "Liar?"

"You care so much, you can't tell if it's true or not."

(End of this chapter)