Fang Zheng said: "There are three million here, you can take it yourself. Remember, if you take away one million dollars, I will take away an equal amount of your lifespan, health and wisdom."
Ma Kui never expected that the monk in front of him was so rich that he would actually use his money to buy it! He suddenly laughed and thought to himself: "This is really a fool! Money is tangible, but are health, lifespan, and wisdom tangible? He can take away the money, but how can a monk take away those intangible things?"
So Ma Kui unceremoniously took a wad of money, looked at it, and checked it. Sure enough, it was brand new RMB, it was definitely real! It feels great! One stack was worth 10,000 yuan, and Maquin was very happy to take it.
But as he held it, Ma Kui discovered to his horror that there were many wrinkles on his hands! The originally tight skin has also become looser!
"What's going on?" Ma Kui quickly checked his hands, they were all old!
Ma Kui shouted as if he had seen a ghost: "Master, this... what on earth is going on?"
After Fang Zheng proclaimed a Buddhist name, he said: "Donor, the poor monk said that one million will buy you life, one million will buy your health, and one million will buy your wisdom. This first million, I’m buying your lifespan! You just took three hundred thousand, ten thousand a year, and you are now sixty-two years old, do you still take it?”
"I don't believe it! Who in the world can take away someone else's lifespan? You are lying to me!" Ma Kui was going crazy. The sight in front of him was simply terrifying! Unbelievable, like a nightmare!
Fang Zheng flipped his hand and found an extra mirror. He handed it to Ma Kui and said, "I can lie to you, but the mirror can't. Just take a look at it yourself."
When Ma Kui took it and took a look, he was dumbfounded. His face in the mirror was full of wrinkles and his age was clearly revealed! Ma Kui made a few expressions, and they matched them perfectly. It was indeed him!
Ma Kui tried it and brought over another 10,000 yuan. Sure enough, his face instantly looked older!
Ma Kui was so frightened that he quickly threw the money back and shouted: "No more! No more! No more! I don't want it anymore, I'll give it back to you! Give me my life back!"
As a result, he found that he couldn't take the money and couldn't throw it back!
Fang Zheng said: "Donor, don't you long for money? Aren't you willing to trade your youth for it? Don't you think you will be happy only if you have money? Why don't you trade it?"
"You demon monk... No, you devil, give me my life! Give me back! Although money is good, life is not important. If the money is gone, you can make money! What's the use of money if you have no life?" Ma Kui shouted .
Fang Zheng chuckled and said, "It seems that the donor doesn't want to change, right?"
Ma Kui nodded repeatedly and said: "I won’t change it anymore, I won’t change it anymore!"
Fang Zheng clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, then we won't change it!"
Ma Kui saw the money in front of him flying towards the box in front of Fang Zheng. The box was closed, and then Fang Zheng threw it behind him and disappeared.
A gust of cold wind blew, and Ma Kui shivered. Only then did he realize that he had not stood up at all, but had been sitting on the ground. His buttocks were a little cold. Apparently he had been sitting for a while.
Looking at the little monk in front of him, Ma Kui's expression became extremely complicated.
Fang Zheng smiled slightly and said, "Donor, have you figured it out?"
Ma Kui sighed, stood up, bowed and said: "Sure enough, people cannot be judged by their appearance, and sea water cannot be measured. Master, you are good at it! I know I was wrong, and I will never do this again in the future. Thank you, master, for your guidance!"
Fang Zheng smiled slightly.
Ma Kui said goodbye and left, and there was a brand new pile of incense money in the Buddhist hall.
Lone Wolf ran in, took it out and put it in Fang Zheng's hand.
Fang Zheng chuckled and said, "It looks like he has ten thousand dollars. He is really a rich man."
After saying that, Fang Zheng stood up, and Squirrel himself drove again and took Fang Zheng back to the back room, where one person, one wolf and one Squirrel went to cook together again.
Ma Kui went down the mountain and got into a domestic car.
"What about the little monk?" asked a middle-aged man in the car.
Ma Kui said: "God! It's a pity that he is blind."
"Is it really that powerful?" the middle-aged man asked.
"Really, I, Ma Kui, have never seen such a powerful master in my whole life! Brother, I always thought I loved money, but now I know that money is nothing! Brother, after you go back, you should find someone else to give it to you Let's drive, I'm going home... Hey, I miss my wife and children." Ma Kui sighed.
"You can figure this out, which shows that he is indeed capable. As for the driver, without a driver, can't I drive by myself? I asked you to drive for me because I want you to be idle all day long, helping my brothers and sisters to keep an eye on you! It will save you money everywhere. Fooling around..." the man said.
Ma Kui grinned, stepped on the accelerator, and left.
As for Fang Zheng...
"Ahem..."
squeak squeak...
Ouch…
Fang Zheng was choked by the thick smoke and coughed repeatedly. The squirrel on his head turned into a mouse, and he was all black...
The lone wolf was covered in fly ash, his head stuck in the snowdrift, twisting and turning, obviously choking his eyes.
"System, you are going to starve people to death!" Fang Zheng shouted in his heart... This time the firewood the lone wolf found was too wet, and the fire was lit. As a result, thick smoke billowed, and one person, one wolf, and one squirrel , collectively surrendered.
"Your experts have said: If you can't starve to death for three days, you can treat it as weight loss." The system said.
Fang Zheng rolled his eyes and just wanted to curse! This is too deceiving! Can you starve to death for three days? Which expert said, come out, he promises not to beat him to death!
At this moment, Fang Zheng's phone rang.
"Huh? Someone actually called me? This is a miracle." Fang Zheng picked up the phone curiously, but he couldn't see it anyway, so he picked it up casually.
Connected!
"Hello dear customer, this is the Porsche store in Montenegro, your car consultant, Xiao Rong. A batch of Porsche 911 has just arrived in our store, with a market price of 2.45 million. If you make a reservation today, you only need 2.4 million. Take your car.”
"Ahem, excuse me, how did you know my mobile phone number?" Fang Zheng was a little confused when he heard that he was selling cars. He was a monk, driving up and down the mountain every day? Are you kidding? In addition, he was very curious. Very few people knew his mobile phone number. Even Fang Yunjing and others did not know it. They could only communicate with Fang Zheng on WeChat.
"Uh... Recommended by old customers." The other party hesitated slightly and said.
Fangzheng rolled his eyes. This kid was too unskilled to lie. Would you recommend it to an old customer? The people he knew were poor and had to settle the bill to buy a bicycle, but they still bought a Porsche? Fang Zheng knew that it was probably the five hundred thousand that appeared here. As for how the information was leaked, he didn't bother to ask. So Fang Zheng took a deep breath and said seriously and angrily: "You look down on the poor monk, don't you? Is the poor monk the one who missed the 50,000 yuan? Block him, don't explain, he will die!"
After Fang Zheng finished speaking, he hung up the phone directly. What a joke, what he lacked was the 2.4 million!
The sales consultant opposite was dumbfounded. He looked at the information in his hand, then at the phone, and muttered as if he had seen a ghost: "Are all monks so rich these days?"
(End of chapter)