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Chapter 819-820, Sub-base(2/2)

But now it’s different. This Taoist priest actually descended from the sky with white clouds. Isn’t this a god or something?

As for speculations such as magic, illusion, etc., if you say it, you will be immediately sprayed with salt soda by these pilgrims.

Magic? Let's try it?

Some more excited pilgrims rushed up immediately, trying to get rid of the fairy spirit, but were placed outside by a soft air cover. After asking for it, the pilgrims knelt on the ground, muttering words, completely treating Meng Ting as a god who has shown his world. What they say is naturally wishes such as promotion and wealth, seeking peace, etc.

Meng Ting had long been used to this situation. Of course, even so, Meng Ting did not intend to change the habit of riding white clouds falling from the sky.

The same thing is said, Tao follows nature. If you change your habits just by just these little things, then practicing Taoism will be in vain.

After Meng Ting walked into the viewing gate surrounded by many Taoist children, the rich man suddenly woke up from dementia. He felt that his son's illness had hope. After hesitating for a moment, he ran towards Meng Ting completely regardless of the image of the rich man, and then pounced, pushed the golden mountain and turned the jade pillar and knelt down.

Well, before the rich man knelt down, a Taoist boy took action. With a light support from his hands, the rich man was surprised to find that he was kneeling in the air and could not land on the ground.

Of course, this is not the point. The point is that the rich man began to howl, his nose, tears flowed all over his face. There was only one request from him, asking the gods to show their compassion and save their son.

If you want to talk about such things, Meng Ting doesn't care about them. If you want to care, they are those external corpses and deacons. After all, Meng Ting doesn't have so many things to deal with such trivial matters.

But today it was strange. Meng Ting stopped, glanced at the rich man, and couldn't help laughing. He took out a small ceramic bottle and handed it to a deacon beside him whispered and whispered. After that, Meng Ting stopped stopping and walked slowly towards the Taoist temple reception room.

Meng Ting entered the reception room, and the deacon came to the rich man who was still crying with a small ceramic bottle, and smiled and said, "Good man, don't cry."

The rich man was not a fool, he initially expressed his true feelings. He was worried about his son, so he naturally had some acting, so he stopped crying when he saw the deacon coming. After all, the rich man with a wealth of tens of billions was crying loudly in public. It was not a matter of face.

However, the rich man looked at the deacon with anticipation and glanced at the ceramic vial from time to time.

"The Master of the Observer said it, it depends on your sincerity. I specially gave you a bottle of Xiao Jiuzhu Resurrection Pill, which contains three pills. Take it three times. The medicine will be eradicated."

The deacon asked the Taoist boys to guide the onlookers, and said slowly to the rich man.

Hearing this, the rich man almost had the urge to pounce on him and grab the bottle. Fortunately, he had been in the mall for many years and let him know that impulse is a devil, so he restrained this impulse.

"Everything has rules to follow, which is the great way. Although your son was harmed by villains, he had this disaster in his life. Pills can save people, one, two, not three."

Seeing that the rich man calmed down, the deacon continued to speak slowly.

When he heard this, the rich man was a little stunned, but after he turned around, he begged: "Please help the Taoist priest! I am willing to donate 10 million US dollars to Guiguan, no! 20 million US dollars!"

The deacon smiled and shook his head: "The incense donated to this temple by the good man before is enough, but."

Speaking of this, the deacon paused slightly, and the rich man did not interrupt him. He also knew that everything in this world had a price, but he didn't know what it would cost to save his son.

To be honest, if the matter can be solved, not to mention 20 million US dollars, even 200 million US dollars will not be a problem.

Compared to protecting his son, this little money is nothing.

However, this rich man stayed in the mall for a long time and always wanted to bargain in his work, so he lowered the price. Of course, after he exported it himself, the rich man regretted it, for fear that the other party would be dissatisfied and unwilling to do his best to solve the problem. In that case, it would be more troublesome.

"However, if a good person is willing to do Benguan a favor, then Benguan is willing to completely resolve the matter."

What the outer deacon said was very clear. This so-called complete solution was not just to cure the rich man's son, but also to be responsible for a series of things that followed.

After all, this is caused by a villain. If nothing happens, the other party will definitely make another move. It is unknown whether there will be such good luck next time.

The rich man naturally knew this and did not dare to hesitate at all. He immediately nodded in agreement. As for what happened, he didn't ask any questions.

Of course, if it were an old world, I would definitely think that this rich man was not sincere.

But this deacon would not think too much. After all, if he agreed to Laojun Mountain and did not fulfill the consequences, the consequences would probably be more serious.

To put it bluntly, Meng Ting suddenly remembered it.

Every year, many Taoist children pass the assessment and enter Laojun Mountain. Although Laojun Mountain is not yet crowded, it can be imagined that this situation will occur in a few years.

As of now, there are several parts of Laojun Mountain as a whole. The more than ten hills of Laojun Mountain can accommodate many Taoist children. If they are full and not crowded, they can accommodate more than 5,000 Taoist children. Laojun Temple has a maximum of 100 people, and there are no more than 500 people in Qingmu Valley in another world. There is a place where many Taoist children do tasks, so it is impossible to install more.
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