East side of Kyoto.

This stretch of mountains stretches endlessly, and emperors of all dynasties never advanced eastward when expanding the territory of their imperial capital.

Because the masters said that this place, beside the imperial city, with green mountains and sea of ​​pines, is full of good fortune.

It is a place of magical beauty created by nature, with dragon-like veins winding through the land.

If any emperor dares to flatten this forest, he will be imprisoned and the dynasty will be overthrown within three years.

Even to this day.

Those in power still hold this place in awe.

This mountain scenery still retains its natural appearance.

No overdevelopment, no debauchery.

But everyone was puzzled that a paid tourist attraction had been opened on the top of the central mountain in this area, although the scenery was almost a scam.

But it must be said that the owner of the scenic spot is very resourceful.

He was able to build mountains and temples in places that emperors of all dynasties dared not to touch, and he could also collect money.

The background is very strong, the identification is complete.

laugh.

A bus with a human figure completely smashed through its carriage slowly stopped at the foot of the mountain.

The team leader Ming Wan, holding a cane, wearing a top hat and a suit, slowly got out of the car like a gentleman.

He looked up at the mountain in front of him.

Take a deep breath of the pure mountain air.

A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Ming Wan turned back and said, "Volcano, there is no road ahead, I want to climb the mountain myself."

In the driver's seat, the weirdo Huoshan, who was covered in mud, hummed in a muffled voice.

Ming Wan straightened his suit and said, "Huoshan, you are too violent. Going up the mountain will destroy the aura here. Just wait for me in the car."

Huoshan nodded and replied, "Yes, Captain."

immediately.

Ming Wan's expression was extremely solemn. He did not choose the mountain path, but a straight steep slope. He took light steps, as if he was stepping on transparent steps, walking in the air and soaring straight up.

After a while.

He reached the top.

Standing in front of a gate tower, looking up at the plaque with a look of longing on his face.

In the hospital.

Under the moonlight, I saw four bald men practicing boxing with great vigor and energy.

There are no lights here, but the four foreheads are as bright as the moon.

Ming Wan had just entered the courtyard.

The four bald guys suddenly jumped up and punched Ming Wan fiercely!

Ming Wan dodged left and right, and formed a virtual barrier to block the enemy's fists, but in less than a minute, the barrier shattered.

Ming Wan immediately clasped his fists and said, "Spare my life."

The four monks glanced at him, ignored him and continued practicing boxing.

Ming Wan let out a sigh of relief.

move on.

Then I heard the radio chirping, "This is the end of today's Approaching Science program. Good night, listeners."

Ming Wan looked up.

All I could see was the roof in front of me.

An old man in a white robe and with snow-white eyebrows was sitting cross-legged.

In the darkness of the night, the cushion under the old man was extremely magical. It actually floated in the air, supporting the old man to sit in the void.

Moreover, on both sides of his body, there was a purple clay teapot and a steaming teacup floating on one side.

The other side was shining brightly with golden light.

A radio made of gold with buttons made of gems, also floating quietly!

Immortal-like, like a god! The white-browed old man ignored Ming Wan and slowly took out a pair of white gloves from his arms and put them on his hands.

With a click, the old man carefully pressed the jewel button to turn off the radio.

Then he used white gloves to wipe the surface of the radio spotlessly clean.

Lovely.

The white-browed old man raised one eye and said to Ming Wan, "You bastard, why don't you wait until I die before you come to see me?"

Ming Wan’s body trembled.

He fell to his knees with a thud, his forehead pressed against the ground, "Greetings, Master!"

at this time.

The four bald men who had just been practicing boxing also put away their fists and stood to one side.

Ming Wan turned his body around and said, "Greetings, Senior Brother, Second Brother, Third Brother, Fourth Brother!"

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

The white-browed man on the roof tutted his lips, "You old fellow have grown up, and now the performance has come to my feet. There is no point in saying more."

Baimei stretched out one hand and waved his fingers, "Pay me the protection fee now."

"Yes, Master."

Ming Wan stood up, but did not dare to look up, and presented a bank card with both hands.

Baimei raised his eyebrows and said, "Why, you gave me these useless things? Is it worth 1,000 yuan to give me a card?"

Ming Wan grinned, "Master, we had an agreement before. When I'm out there, if I run into any problems, please help me. The reward is 1,000 yuan each time."

"I know that you are fair in your work, Master. You will never use your abilities to make ill-gotten gains. If you want to make money, you will only make money within a reasonable range."

"Disciple Ming Wan has always followed Master's teachings."

At this time, Ming Wan raised his head and smiled even more brightly, "But Master, the money in this card is an unexpected fortune. I dare not embezzle it. I want to give it all to you."

"Oh? Is that so?"

Baimei was very pleased, "What kind of unexpected fortune is this?"

Ming Wan laughed and said, "A stupid boy who has no talent at all wants to be my disciple. Of course I won't accept him!"

"But this kid is so persistent that he insists on spending money to touch the crystal ball once!"

"I had no choice but to agree, but as expected, he turned out to be a piece of rotten wood!"

Bai Mei sighed when he heard this, "Ming Wan, this is what you did wrong. He is so dedicated to his cultivation, and he is full of passion. How can you take advantage of this opportunity to collect money?"

Ming Wan lowered his head quickly, "Master, I have already given you a pass. I will only charge you a symbolic fee of 3 million."

"Um?"

Baimei's eyes widened, "Tell me again, how much did you charge?"

Ming Wan smiled stiffly, "3 million."

"You mean there's a full 3 million in this card?"

"pretty!"

“Well done!”

Baimei slapped his thigh, jumped down directly from the beam, snatched the bank card from Ming Wan's hand, and stuffed it into his arms.

He shouted, "Tell me, how could I teach such a stupid apprentice like you? When you meet a fool like this who has so much money, why don't you ask for more? If I must, I will rip him off, 3.01 million! No negotiation!"

Ming Wan's mouth twitched, and he changed the subject: "Master, I haven't seen you for a year. Your consumption level has changed dramatically. If I'm not mistaken, that radio is made of gold, right?"

"snort."

Baimei waved his hand, and the golden radio slowly fell into his palm. He waved the radio in front of Ming Wan, and then immediately hid it in his sleeve.

Ao Ran said, "This radio is incredible. It was given to me by your master! I can only show it to you once! This thing cannot be exposed to the air for too long, or it will oxidize!"

"Grandmaster?"

Ming Wan's eyes widened, "The old man showed up?"

immediately.

Ming Wan stared closely at the radio hidden in Bai Mei's sleeve, swallowed his saliva and said, "Then this radio must be some kind of shocking treasure. Master, please let me touch it again!"

Bai Mei snorted coldly, "After I die, it is possible that I can pass on this radio, but you are the youngest disciple among my disciples, so it will not be your turn in this lifetime."

Hui He just laughed foolishly, "Yes, I am the first successor. I look forward to Master's death every day. Oh no, Master will never die!"