Quick Time: The Great Demon King Collapse Plot

The old monk recited a bunch of Buddhist scriptures, talking about the causes of the past life and the consequences of this life, and who will go to hell if I don't go to hell. It sounds lofty, but in fact, the central meaning is one, everything is God's will!

What if God wants this to happen?Just bear with it.Suffer in this life, enjoy happiness in the next life.

Wang Zixian..., "Master, I am willing to give my Buddha a golden body."

Then he took out a few banknotes.

"Amitabha, since the donor is so sincere, the poor monk should hold a religious ceremony for the donor." The old monk smiled lightly. Anyway, he only said how to do it, but he did not say that it would definitely be done.

"My Buddha is merciful." Wang Zixian smiled. As expected, my Buddha only saves those who have immortality.

A large incense burner was placed on the small village, and fruits and vegetables were placed in front of the incense burner.

The old monks gathered in a group and muttered words. Wang Zixian and his concubines knelt down devoutly, hoping that the bad luck would be removed.

The scene was solemn and solemn, lasting for a long time.

After everything was over, Wang Zixian couldn't wait to ask, "Master, will my home be safe tonight?"

"Donor, don't worry, let's wait and see God's will." The master smiled slightly. How did he know whether it would be safe? Anyway, the money was collected and the process was over. He had a clear conscience.

Young people can't see through it. They only want results and don't know that the process is the most important.

The old monks cheered and left, and Wang Zixian felt a little relieved. This was the most famous temple in the capital, so it was useless to believe it.

When night came, everyone was in a state of anxiety. When midnight came, the fire broke out as expected.

Wang Zixian's face was livid, what's the point of riding on a horse?If God wanted him to die, why not kill him?There was nothing to light the fire in the village, and all the firewood was lost. It just caught fire inexplicably.

The servants looked at each other in shock. They had narrowly escaped death several times. Fear was deeply imprinted in their hearts. They didn't die this time. What about next time?

It is normal for a slave to die in a frame-up fight. If he is burned to death for no reason, this Taimao will die with his eyes open!

The servants were thinking about how to escape from the hands of some cruel and insane masters.

Burned out again and again, the concubines now have nothing but the clothes on their bodies. Fortunately, Wang Zixian still has a shop with money stored in it.Otherwise, a group of people would not even have money to eat.

Everyone in the capital was watching Ping Debo. After hearing that it was burned down again, everyone was talking a lot.

"Let me tell you, this is definitely too much of an immoral thing!"

"That's right, otherwise why would only his house be burned down?"

"This Ping Debo is rich, but I don't know how many times he can last."

Not only the people, but also the emperor were curious. He also found out the connection between Wang Zixian and the second prince. Not only the second prince, but also several other princes were also interested in recruiting him.Wang Zixian is like a loach, selling well left and right.

The emperor suspected that someone was stirring up trouble through ghosts and gods, so he sent someone to keep an eye on Wang Zixian.

"Your Majesty, the servants are keeping an eye on it. No one deliberately set the fire. But suddenly, the fire became so fierce that we couldn't save it."

The emperor was shocked. Wasn't someone causing trouble?Is it really the divine punishment that the people say?

Other dignitaries also found out about this matter. They had only one idea, "Stay away from Wang Zixian and never get involved!"

Wang Zixian angrily went to Lingyin Temple and asked the old monk why it was useless after spending so much money. Negative review!

"Master, why was there still a fire last night? Is Lingyin Temple deceiving me?"

The old monk said that this was making trouble unreasonably!The fire broke out last night, not because the ritual was useless, but because he must have done something sinful, which triggered the wrath of God.

"God just sent down a fire, and it did not harm the donor's life. If the donor looks away, changes his perspective, and treats this matter as a practice, maybe the donor can understand."

The old monk was extremely calm, and he always spoke out his words to persuade others. He couldn't think of anything else that was wrong with others.

Due to the reputation of Lingyin Temple, Wang Zixian did not dare to cause trouble and left with a livid face.

The old monk was still shouting behind him, "Let everything happen naturally. Don't force the donor."

Wang Zixian..."Bad luck!"

Who dares to believe that this dignified uncle has a rich fortune and no place to live?

Wang Zixian wanted to stay in an inn, but the boss said that their small business couldn't stand the trouble.

"Boss, the money given by Ping Debo is enough to buy the inn. Even if it burns down, we won't lose, right?" The waiter was puzzled.

"You know a hammer, money is small. If you get into bad luck, your life will be over!" The boss was very heartbroken after missing out on a lot of money, but nothing can compare to a small life.

Butler Wang's house went to one inn after another, but no one dared to let them stay.

"Master, where shall we stay tonight?" The concubines were very anxious. In addition to having enough to eat, they were almost like beggars. It was so sad.

Wang Zixian wanted to buy Zhuangzi again, but no one was willing to sell it, not even at a high price. He wished he could escape three hundred miles away after hearing the news.

"Brother Wang, it's not that I don't want to help, it's just that there is a tigress in the house and I can't make the decision."

"Brother Xian, I have been in poor health recently. Ahem, I can't help you." I just said a few words, and everything should be fine. If not, go back and burn a few sticks of incense.

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Wang Zixian couldn't help but roar when he saw his friends who were usually brothers and sisters resisting each other as if he were a plague.

"Don't bully the juvenile plague!" gonb.oΓg

After yelling, I still have to think about where to stay.

"Burn it, burn it hard, I have a lot of money, I can change a house a day!"

Wang Zixian paid a lot of money to find someone to build a house. He didn't ask for good things, but only for speed. Until then, he could only live in a tent.

"He is now engaged in real estate development. He has many shops. He has burned all his money. There is still money in the shop. Should we burn the shop?" Samsara Zhu asked.

"No, I just want him to have to live in a ruined temple with beggars even though he is rich." The big devil said deeply.

"Otherwise, it would be better to just cripple him and throw him into the deep mountains and old forests."

"This is called killing without blood! Learn from it."

"Killing people is just a nod, making him lose the joy of life little by little. His eyes are numb and he is walking like a zombie. And he will become the most famous person in this dynasty. Maybe there will be people who come to visit them in the future."

"How about it? Surrender to my wisdom and wit!" The big devil's nostrils were raised to the sky.

"Retarded, I am no longer the Zhu I used to be, and you still want to trick me with this little trick!" Samsara Zhu couldn't help roaring.

"You are so idle!"

Shen Yan sighed, "Okay, I admit it. These are all excuses. I'm just too idle."

As soon as she has some free time, she can't help but want to do something.

"Hey, I thought of a fun idea. What do you think about turning it into a moving attraction?" The big devil's eyes shone, and he praised his idea.

Mobile attraction?Samsara Pearl didn't understand for a moment.

"How?"

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