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Chapter 7: The gods stretched out their hands to worship the true Buddha

At this moment, the fat boy was already huddled in his mother's arms and fast asleep.

Although the young couple was extremely sleepy, they did not dare to close their eyes and chatted quietly.

After the old lady sat down, she did not speak immediately. Instead, she looked at the young couple with a smile, listened patiently for a while, and then found an appropriate moment to interject.

Due to the effect of the fragrance of a good person, the young couple had almost no defense against the old lady. In just a few words, the old lady got rid of the fat boy's age, name, habits and even his birthday.

When the words were almost finished, the old lady said softly to the couple: "I see you two are feeling sleepy. Give me the baby and I will hold it for you. You can just squint for a while."

After saying that, he blew at the two of them.

The young husband was still a little wary and said in a daze: "No, we can just hold it ourselves..."

But the young wife couldn't help but handed the fat boy to the old lady and muttered vaguely: "Auntie, be careful, Dabao is about to pee..."

Neither of them could finish their words, so they tilted their heads and fell asleep leaning against each other.

The old lady hugged the child, hummed and patted it a few times, and sat there for a while, waiting for the young couple to fall asleep and get up to leave the seat.

Just when she was about to get up, I raised my hand and patted the old lady's shoulder gently and said, "It's quite heavy. Don't be tired. Give me a hug for a while."

The old lady's expression showed a trace of confusion, and she raised her hand and handed the fat boy to me.

I can also take pictures of flowers.

Although I hate the flower-shooting method from the bottom of my heart because of my own experience, Sister Miao said that the more you are afraid and disgusted by something, the more you have to understand it and master it, so that you can destroy it!

This move makes the gods reach out and is the most advanced technique in flower-patting.

No need to slap the forehead, no need to blow powder, just a tap on the shoulder, you can make people obedient and obedient.

The Dharma Protector on the other side of the aisle suddenly stood up.

The Dharma Protector Vajra is a thug in the gang. If something goes wrong with the Bodhisattva's treasure, it will be his turn. If he can grab it, he will grab it. If he can't, he will have to cover the Bodhisattva's retreat with the dragon girl carrying the sedan chair.

I sneered "ha" and knocked on the small table in front of me. Instead of looking at Dharma Vajra, I turned to look at the multi-eyed Arhat in the back seat, "Are you blind?"

Seeing that his bottom was exposed, the multi-eyed arhat had no choice but to stand up, hold down his hat, and said: "Boss, I'm so shy. Is this your first time riding this night dragon?"

I only uttered one word, "Get out!"

If the other party breaks the rules of the world, there is no need to be polite.

Although the world of martial arts is all about low-life people, and if you really want to be dark, there will be no edge or bottom line, you still have to stick to the rules above your head and show that you are a low-life person. , but he is also a well-behaved person.

This is just like shouting for whatever you need, just like this flower-catching kid who obviously does a heinous job, but still wants to be called a Bodhisattva and Arhat, claiming to be a gift, but it is just to put money on his face and embolden himself. .

But if you have rules, they will come in handy.

If I use the name of the other party's bad rules to spread, no one will dare to say that I am wrong.

But if you come up and say that you are brave enough to stand up for injustice and draw a sword to help, then you don't have to hang out in the world in the future.

A true Jianghu person never acts chivalrously, and watching with a cold eye is the upper limit of his conscience. Occasionally, he is foolish and wants to be righteous, and the grass on his grave is three feet high.

People are in the arena and cannot help themselves. This is not just a warning, it is a bloody reality.

The multi-eyed arhat changed his expression, showed a fierce look in his eyes, and said: "Brother, you don't even care whose property this is. You just want to be tyrannical if you want to ride on the wheel or worship the pier. How many pounds does your pile weigh?" two?"

The Dharma Protector took a step forward and was about to take action.

I picked up the cigarette that had been placed all the way on the cigarette case, threw it into my mouth and lit it, took a deep breath, exhaled a long line of white smoke, and said: "Sending a child with your hand, you will be blessed in all your lives. In front of the Bodhisattva, you sit down Which column?"

Choked by the smoke, both the multi-eyed Arhat and the Dharma Protector looked dull and confused.

I stood up, patted the shoulders of the multi-eyed Arhat and the Dharma Protector one after another, leaned into the ear of the multi-eyed Arhat and said: "These words are for you old Bodhisattva, let him weigh his own weight before coming to me. My name is Zhou Cheng will make an appearance in Jincheng! Now, it’s time for you to get off the bus!”

The multi-eyed Arhat walked forward in a daze.

The Dharma Protector followed him like a zombie.

Then, the Bodhisattva with Treasure stood up slowly.

She seemed to be struggling a little, but she couldn't control her actions. There was a look of fear on her face, and she looked at me with pleading eyes.

This is a person who has truly passed down the heretic techniques, so he can maintain a glimmer of clarity.

It's a pity that this is the only line.

If she is more skilled, she will be like a mountain. If she can't beat me, she will die.

I smiled and said to her: "Auntie, you have arrived at the station, get off."

The Bodhisattva with Treasures looked desperate, stood up unsteadily, and walked forward in the footsteps of the Dharma Protector Vajra and the Multi-eyed Arhat.

The three dragon girls carrying the sedan looked at each other in confusion, not knowing what was going on, but when the Bodhisattva with Treasures walked past them, they all froze, then stood up and left in a daze.

This trick is called sending guests off in the air.

The fragrance of good people in them is not only a source of deception, but also a fatal knot.

The medicinal powder in the cigarette itself has no addictive properties. On the contrary, it can refresh the mind, but it conflicts with the fragrance of good people.

I smiled and sat back in my seat. When I lowered my head, I saw the fat boy staring at me with his dark eyes.

This tossing woke him up.

He didn't admit it, but when he saw me looking at him, he grinned, showing his bare teeth, and stretched out his hand to grab the cigarette hanging from my mouth.

I quickly put out my cigarette, put it back on the cigarette case, and continued to glare at the fat boy.

Although I am well versed in the thirty-six heretical arts, Sister Miao has never taught me how to coax children!

I can't blame her. When she picked me up, she was only sixteen years old. She was still a half-grown child, so no one taught her this trick.

The fat boy waited for a while, but didn't get a response from me. He grinned and wanted to cry.

Suddenly, a rattle stretched out in front of his eyes, flickering and clanking, which immediately attracted the attention of the fat boy. He stretched out his little hand to catch it.

I turned around and saw a fat middle-aged man sitting in the seat where the Bodhisattva was holding the treasure.

He was dressed like a township cadre, with a round belly, neatly combed hair, and a pair of black-rimmed glasses. He was swinging a rattle in his hand and had a smile on his face. Small business, what do you call a brother?"

As he spoke, he rubbed his fingers holding the rattle and revealed a poker card under the drumstick.

Spade face!

This is a scammer.

He got on the bus at 10:25, and after seeing my way, he sat obediently in the diagonal corner, and played a few cards with the people in the same seat. He lost more and won less. Don't move anything, very well behaved.

They saw me showing up and came over to find out.

I looked at him sideways and didn't reply to his words.

The fat man smiled and didn't take it seriously, and said: "Brother, you have good means, why do you need to take the evil way of bringing treasures? Why don't you make a fortune with me, brother? I have formed a game in Jincheng, but I still need a man. If brother If you are willing to invest in individual stocks, I will guarantee that you will get this amount."

He flipped his hand again and showed a ten of hearts.

When a scammer sets up a game, he usually uses an old man. When he tried to trick me on the train, he either treated me as a scapegoat and planned to use me to take the blame later, or this was a temporary game. After it was done, he would Go their separate ways and never see each other again.

I remained silent and just stared at the fat man.

The fat man laughed and said, "Okay, brother, I'm just being sentimental. Brother, just rest."

Get up and leave.

I whispered: "Sit down, don't move!"

The fat man clicked his tongue and said: "Brother, if there is no righteousness in business, why do you still want to hang on to me? You old Bodhisattva Thousand Faces Hu and I have some friendship, why don't we just ignore it?"

Before he finished speaking, there was a sudden commotion at the front of the carriage, with many people screaming.

The fat man's face became unnatural. He looked at me and moved his buttocks, but he didn't move.

Not long after, a message came through, saying that someone jumped from the train in the front carriage, and six people fell down in a line, including men, women, and an old lady. At least three of them were caught under the wheels and died. Son.

Someone muttered in a low voice, "Don't be possessed by evil spirits, there are no people queuing up to jump out of the car."

A drop of sweat slid down the fat man's forehead.

I smiled at him, "What did you just say?"

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