There is a very famous hotel in the downtown area of the ancient city, and many outsiders know this place.
The hotel is decorated extremely luxuriously. The ground floor is open for business as usual, while underground is a casino that is famous in the ancient city.
Mr. Chen followed Jing Cheng's instructions and entered the hotel from the east gate.
Along the way, he held three branches in his arms, and regardless of the strange looks from others, he took the elevator to the "negative third floor" with a green head and a green tail.
Exchange the chips first and wait, it will start at 3 o'clock on time.
Because Mr. Chen's dusty image when he left the casino before was so deeply rooted in people's minds, no one expected that this guy would change his clothes and make a comeback after a short while.
Isn't this because you haven't lost enough money?
Someone laughed at him and said, "Do you think your luck will improve if you change your clothes?"
"Look at what he's wearing, it's dark green. He looks like a bastard that ran out from nowhere. Has his wife cheated on him? Hahaha..."
"Shh - keep your voice down! I'm from the Chen family, I'm very capable."
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"Tsk, that woman, how powerful do you think she is? The real masters are all in the capital, and you guys are praising a witch from a remote corner to the sky. What kind of vision do you have..."
The bodyguard behind Mr. Chen bowed and asked his employer: "Do we want to kick all these people out?"
"No need!" Mr. Chen waved his hand disdainfully, "They are just a bunch of people who look down on others. Just wait and see how I can win their money!"
The bodyguard hesitated and said, "Well...what if you lose again later? Should we keep an eye on those two guys in advance?"
"You're such a jinx!" Mr. Chen glared at him. "Hey! Those two kids are not ordinary people. Even if I lose, don't they still have parents behind them?"
"If I can establish a relationship with the Qin family in Shangjing, I can walk around freely even if I go to Shangjing."
"If we win, that would be even better. It means that the kid named Jing is really capable, and we should treat him with courtesy."
The more Mr. Chen thought about it, the more he felt that this was a good deal. He couldn't help but smile proudly. Even if he lost another 3 million, it would be worth it.
The strong and powerful bodyguard did not have as many thoughts as Mr. Chen. With his limited brain capacity, he only thought about protecting the personal and property safety of his employer.
If the employer thinks it is right, then so be it.
The other gamblers were surprised to see that Mr. Chen could actually laugh.
This Fatty Chen must have gone crazy from losing so much money, right?
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Half an hour later, everyone stared blankly at the mountain of chips piled up in front of Mr. Chen and fell into deep suspicion.
Can a person's luck really change in such a short time?
This is totally unscientific!
Mr. Chen never expected that his luck would turn around and his fortunes would really change!
He touched the branches in his arms and wondered if these three branches he had retrieved were blessed by a great master.
The staff on the side finished counting the chips.
"How much?" asked Mr. Chen.
"Three million."
Amazing! They were all right!
Mr. Chen reached out and touched the chips on the table in disbelief.
Three million for one round. Even when he had the best luck in the past, he never won so much money in one round.
All those who had deliberately and loudly mocked Mr. Chen behind his back were now feeling hot on their faces. It was really unpleasant to be slapped in the face in public.
"Mr. Chen, when does the game start?" the dealer asked in a steady voice.
"What?" Mr. Chen came back to his senses, and remembered what Jing Cheng had reminded him before, and immediately said, "What game? No game, this is the end."
Having said that, he asked the staff to change the chips for him and transfer the money into his account.
The people at the same table didn't expect that he would know when to quit and leave after winning the money. They suddenly woke up as if from a dream and stood up to pretend to keep him.
"Hey! Boss Chen is really lucky. Why don't you play a few more rounds before leaving?"
"Boss Chen is worthy of being the number one gambling king in our ancient city. Stay and we can ask for your advice."
"I have something else to do later. I just passed by here and couldn't help it. I'm going to have some fun and then leave!" Mr. Chen refused.
Someone approached him and said maliciously, "Boss Chen's skills are really getting better and better. I just wonder...how long can these two precious arms of yours remain on your body?"
There are rules in the casino. If a customer suspects that his opponent at the same table is cheating, he can pay a sum of money to apply for an investigation. If he is found to be cheating, according to the rules of the underworld, he will have to lose an arm.
Mr. Chen narrowed his eyes and said, "I am a serious man. I never cheat. When luck comes, no one can stop me."
"It's only three million, not that much."
After saying this, without even looking at the dark face of the man behind him, he walked away with a swagger.
As Mr. Chen walked, he asked someone to call Jing Cheng.
This little guy is the one who can bring him wealth, so he has to have a good relationship with him no matter what!
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In the private room.
Qin Yan was silent for a moment, then said, "I thought only Red Boy had the Samadhi True Fire."
It would be fine if it could just light a fire out of thin air, but such a small flame could actually be the Samadhi True Fire?
Jing Cheng thought for a moment and said, "Do people nowadays like to watch Journey to the West?" Last time at Xu's house, there was a little kid who said he was Sun Wukong.
"...Fortunately, these are childhood memories, and the impression is quite deep." Qin Yan was puzzled by Jing Cheng's choice of words. What did he mean by "you people nowadays"? Wasn't he also a person nowadays?
"The notebook I gave you before contains the method of practicing Samadhi True Fire. Your body is extremely yang and strong. If you start practicing now, you will be able to use it in a few years." Jing Cheng said, "This is not considered a profound spell in Taoism. At most, it can eliminate foul air."
Qin Yan didn't think so. He felt that Taoist priests nowadays should not have this ability.
As they were talking, Jing Cheng's cell phone rang, interrupting their thoughts.
Jing Cheng took a look and saw that it was an unfamiliar number, so he prepared to hang up.
Qin Yan was close by and saw that the number above was Gu Cheng, so he stopped him and said, "Don't hang up, it should be that Fatty Chen."
Before leaving, that guy specifically asked Jingcheng for his cell phone number.
"Hahaha, Mr. Jing, thanks to your great fortune! I won back the money. Where are you now? I'll come over and give you the money!" Mr. Chen's heroic voice came from the phone, and the joy in his tone could not be suppressed.
Qin Yan was surprised and asked silently: "So fast?"
Jing Cheng nodded. With him taking action, how could it not be fast?
The reason why Taoists are prohibited from using magic to make money is that it is too easy for people like them to make money.
However, a person's fortune is limited in his destiny. If he acts against the will of heaven, he will eventually find balance somewhere else.
There was a saying among the people: "Yin and Yang will be destroyed in three generations, and Taoist masters will disappear in three generations."
Practicing Taoism goes against the will of heaven and requires enduring the "five disadvantages and three deficiencies", which means either one's life is cut short or there is no offspring, wealth, luck, etc.
Therefore, most of the Heavenly Masters travel the world alone.
Of course, these are what ordinary people who practice Taoism need to endure, but people with special physiques, that is, those who are born Taoists, do not need to worry about this.
For example... himself and Qin Yan.
Qin Yan's luck was weak at the moment, and his Yin Eye could not be open for too long, so Jing Cheng only let him see it for a while and then closed it.
When Mr. Chen brought his people over, Jing Cheng and Qin Yan were about to leave the shop.
They drank a pot of tea for nearly an hour. The owner passed by their private room intentionally or unintentionally, and asked the waiter to come in from time to time to ask them if they wanted to order anything else.
The two knew that they were delaying other people's business here, so they had to leave in disappointment. On the way out, they happened to run into Mr. Chen.
"Master! You are a true master!" Mr. Chen bowed to Jing Cheng, his expression as if he had seen his own ancestor. He said with great fear and trepidation, "I am sorry for offending you before. Master Jing, you are so magnanimous. Please don't take it to heart!"
Jing Cheng: “…” I have to say, that expression is so fake.
Qin Yan was not used to Mr. Chen's arrogant and respectful attitude, and mocked him: "Why not get down to business instead of talking so much?"
"Oh, yes, one million and five hundred thousand! I'll ask someone to transfer the money to your account right away. I, Chen Xingguang, always keep my word and I won't give you a penny less!" Mr. Chen patted his chest and made a guarantee.
So the three of them went back to the small shop they had just come in. The shop owner opened his door to do business and was about to say "Welcome", but when he saw them again, his face suddenly turned unhappy. But since they had already come in, he couldn't chase them away.
It was not time for dinner, so they still only ordered a pot of tea and some snacks as a gift.
Shop owner: “…” They are all dressed very elegantly, but why are they so stingy? Are all rich people like this?
In the same private room, Mr. Chen told Jing Cheng about his experience in the casino, emphasizing that he strictly followed Jing Cheng's instructions, knowing when to quit and never fighting to the end.
"Hey! They all think I'm cheating! I'm an honest person, am I that kind of person?" Mr. Chen slammed the table and said with spit flying.
Jing Cheng & Qin Yan: "…………"
The two looked at each other and thought that this person's words were really unreliable. Who was it that said before that he was always cheating?
Don’t you even think before you lie?
At the end, Mr. Chen carefully took out the three branches from his arms, stroked them, and asked, "Mr. Jing, tell me honestly, did you consecrate these branches?"
Jing Cheng was speechless: "You found these branches by yourself. I didn't touch them."
"What's the reason? It's amazing. I felt like I was being helped by God when I was playing cards just now. It's never been so smooth before!"
"I just used the Five Elements' method of mutual generation and mutual restraint. Everything in the world has its own Five Elements law. By grasping this law, all problems can be resolved."
Mr. Chen said longingly, "Then I will carry a branch with me when I go out. Wouldn't that mean I will be lucky every day?"
Jing Cheng: “…”
Qin Yan sneered and said, "You are dreaming too much. The high school textbooks say that 'the world is in motion' and nothing is immutable. If everyone understood this law, the world would be in chaos."
These words were like a bucket of cold water poured on Mr. Chen's head, instantly chilling him to the bone. He couldn't help but look at Jing Cheng. Was it really as Qin Yan said?
Jing Cheng nodded and looked at Qin Yan with appreciation.
Mr. Chen was a little disappointed when he didn't get a negative answer, but he quickly cheered up: "How about I ask you to tell my fortune every time I go to the casino?"
Qin Yan frowned. Are you still going to rely on them?
Jing Cheng shook his head and said, "You can't always predict the fortune. The more you predict, the worse it gets. It may work once or twice, but it won't work the more times."
Mr. Chen wanted to say something, but Jing Cheng shook his finger at him and said solemnly, "I still want to advise you that gambling is not the right path after all, and being addicted to it is not a good thing. Luck never belongs to just one person."
"It will eventually harm others and yourself, and no one can escape this law."
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Mr. Chen failed to get the answer he wanted and finally left with a grim look on his face.
"Why didn't you tell him that he was poisoned by a Gu?" Qin Yan asked doubtfully. In his impression, Jing Cheng was not the kind of person who would watch someone in need without helping.
Jing Cheng said, "The Gu cannot be removed casually. I just observed his face and found that the person who put the Gu on him hated him deeply. We don't know what hatred or grudge they had. It's hard for an honest official to judge family affairs. I can't do anything about it."
Qin Yan: “???”
How is this different from what you said before?
"Ding Dong——" the phone rang with a message alert.
Jing Cheng clicked on the message, took a look, and smiled.
1.5 million has been deposited into the bank account.
This was his first pot of gold after coming into this world.
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Autumn nights are cold.
At midnight, the streets were empty.
The dilapidated street lamp emitted a faint light, and a short figure stumbled into the alley, his face covered with sweat, his mouth gasping for breath, and an expression of unspeakable fear on his face.
He didn't dare look back and just ran forward desperately.
Under the light, two figures, one in front and one behind, were reflected on the bluestone road.
The strange thing is that no matter how fast or slow the short man is, the figure behind him can always keep up with him at the same speed.
"Don't follow me, don't follow me..." The short man accidentally lowered his head and saw the shadow. His pupils suddenly shrank and his whole body trembled violently.
He was already seriously injured, and his body could not withstand such a long period of exercise. Finally, his knees gave way and he fell to the ground.
There was a soft laugh behind me.
That laughter was both charming and full of malice.
Not long after, from a remote and deserted alley came the sound of violent flesh tearing and strange swallowing.
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The next morning, Jing Cheng and Qin Yan were recruited to the Gucheng Police Station by a phone call.
"...You and the deceased had a conflict before. Please come over and cooperate with the investigation."
The two were confused.
Who died?
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