The middle-aged Taoist priest spoke of Zhuang Haoyun who was not far away after saying these causes and consequences.

"I didn't wrong me," Zhuang Haoyun was a bachelor, and admitted frankly.

But he also said, "Master Ma Dao, someone Zhuang is also a last resort. I have to emphasize again with your teacher, just take a look at it, the price is easy to say, but he did not agree with me, I can only make a decision."

Ma Daochang became more and more annoyed, "He should not steal it, should you steal it? My Maoshan style thing, willing to lend to you, that is humane, not lending to you, it is also my duty ... There are so strong you under the world Do you buy strong ones? "

Speaking of which, he looked at Feng Jun, "This donor, do you think he did this, right?"

Before Feng Jun had time to speak, Zhuang Haoyun spoke.

He said with a cold face, "This is related to the life of my son. You can borrow or borrow. You can borrow or not ... You can not agree with the words, and the price cannot be opened with you, then I can only borrow it. "

Ma Daochang actually knows the cause and effect inside, and he sneered when he heard, "No one can cure your son, and the ancestral cards can't be cured ... Zhuang Shizhu, I can understand your mood, but I still have to say something, don't be fooled tricked."

"Spoofed?" Zhuang Haoyun sneered, then touched his phone to make a phone call, "Son, get off and take two steps!"

Although he is not at Luohua Manor these days, he has several phone calls a day, and the situation of Zhuang Zesheng can't be more clear.

It was precisely because of this that he laid down his heart and went to Maoshan to send the ancestral card.

Strictly speaking, if he has such a heart, he can also borrow several Taoist scriptures in the family.

But he already wanted to understand, the Taoist scriptures in the family ... estimated to be useless!

He didn't read online novels, but he didn't know the sayings such as "The End of the Age of Fa". He only knew that after his son became ill, it had no effect for those who had practiced monasticism.

Think about it again, the reason for his son's illness is that the people in the clan did not distinguish the "Sha Qi"-in fact, no one in the clan found abnormalities in the stone fragments and left them scattered there.

In this case, how dare he hope that the Dao scriptures borrowed from it would be able to enter Feng Jun's eyes?

Zhuang Haoyun thought about it, and thought that the ancestral brand of the Maoshan School might be a bit famous-the ancestral brand did not cure his son's disease, but looking at Xiaotianshi they were so respectful, maybe the ancestral brand is okay. disciple.

In fact, I really want to talk about the name of the family. Maoshan is nothing. The names of Wudang, Quanzhen, and Zhengyi are much more than Maoshan.

In the branch of Buddhism, there are many who can surpass Maoshan.

However, these branches may be very powerful, but Zhuang Haoyun ran through most of China for his son's illness. Among these forces that may have supernatural abilities, that is, Maoshan, he saw something real.

The ancestral brand was useful and useless, but it was solemnly invited out. He also felt that the thing ... is quite simple and heavy.

As for the five hundred Arhat prayers, the Big Dipper and Seven Star Array, it feels like a ritual.

In short, he saw the good things in Maoshan, other homes may have better, but he has no chance to connect.

So he went to Maoshan to ask for this ancestral card, but they didn't borrow it.

Don't borrow ... Then find a way, Zhuang Haoyun's business is so big, there are officials and monks in the family-in fact, there are mixed society, he can't be a silly sweet.

When things were in hand, he turned and went straight to Luohua Manor, because he had planned to borrow the ancestral card beforehand-after all, he would be the first to give a soldier, so he was on the list of key suspects and was chased by the title.

Fortunately, he finally entered the Lowa Estate before being caught up.

Anyway, he thought he was right-at least from the perspective of a father, for the health of his son, he had the power to do whatever he wanted.

Zhuang Haoyun hadn't had time to explain this. The bus door opened more than two hundred meters away and Zhuang Zesheng walked down.

He didn't come down alone, but with a cane in one hand and a driver's shoulder on the other, he got out of the car very reluctantly-he lay in bed for four years, and it took only three or four months for the physical recovery.

But in any case, his two legs touched the ground, and he could move alternately, enough to show that he was getting better.

Ma Daochang looked dumbfounded.

When Zhuang Haoyun took his son to ask for help, he and the sister Zeng around him had all experienced it personally. For Maoshan, a 500,000 yuan of sesame oil was not particularly common. At that time, it must be much grander.

Of course, there are not too many 500,000. Some lays are doing one or two million shots when they are building temples. They do n’t blink their eyes. There are also many generous believers who are willing to come.

However, Zhuang Haoyun was not a temple repair, nor a wish. The cost of 500,000 was just a matter of practice, and the result was not very good. They did not toss about it. They simply turned around and left.

So Ma Dao was very impressed by him, and remembered the boy who could only lie in bed.

Seeing that the other person could walk down the ground now, his surprise can be imagined, "Is this ... really good?"

The director Zeng Dao beside him was also terrified abnormally, "This ... this is not a terminal illness?"

"Is it terminally ill, let's just say it," Zhuang Haoyun saw his son's actions more and more stern, and he was very comfortable in his heart. He felt that he did not take risks in vain. He sighed deeply. … God is not disappointed. "

His tone is relatively gentle, which is actually not in line with his character, especially after the other side nearly drove him to hurt him.

But he had got the ancestral card and came to Luohua Manor again. Even if his goal was achieved, he was in a good mood.

He could have taunted Mao Shan, but now he is too lazy to care about it—why offend people?

But the people in Maoshan don't think so. After being surprised, Ma Daochang pointed at Zhuang Zesheng and said with a black face, "This kind of sick seedling, you call this ... cured?"

Zhuang Haoyun didn't mind what the other party said was unpleasant, such as sick seedlings. If he dared to say that he was born ten days ago, he would never give up, but now his son's recovery is just around the corner.

So he smiled and replied, "My son has only been cured for nine days, and recovery always requires a process."

Ma Daochang saw that the other party had seven strong men, but he only had three men and a woman, and he dared not use any tough methods.

But in his heart, he was still quite annoyed, "Your son is getting better, so why bother me Maoshan?"

Zhuang Haoyun was finally unhappy. He pointed to Feng Jun. "My son is good because the master is so good at it!"

"Master?" Ma Daochang looked sideways at Feng Jun, a sneering smile on the corner of his mouth, "Dao Xingxing?"

Feng Jun even guessed that he had already guessed what he had done, and even guessed why Zhuang Haoyun was robbing other people's ancestral cards. He smiled secretly for a time: this guy really ... has personality.

This makes him feel a bit big, however, since it involves the cause and effect of someone Feng, Maoshan does not have much substantive losses. He feels that it is not appropriate to move hard-the Taoist family of the world.

So instead of ignoring the rudeness of Ma Dao, he glanced around.

There are two idlers at the gate of the mountain, but only one came today, because the weather was cold and there was no one around to burn incense.

But even if there was only this one, they looked at them dumbfounded.

However, there is no one right now, it does not mean that there is no one for a while, and Feng Jun does not want to be watched, so Shen Sheng said, "Four Taoists, so ... do we go to the pavilion and sit down and talk?"

Ma Dao also thought that the noise at the gate was very different. Anyway, he had already caught up with Zhuang Haoyun, and the ancestral card should be in his briefcase.

At this moment, the chunky Taoist shouted, "What do we do with our car if we want to be beautiful?"

Feng Jun glanced at Lu Xiaoning, lifted his chin slightly, "Ga Zi?"

Ga Zi lifted his foot and walked towards the BMW. It didn't seem to go fast, but a few steps before the car, he practiced "Fengying Feet" only a total of ten days, but the progress was very obvious.

When he walked to the car, he bent over without any effort, and turned the BMW directly over ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Why didn't he wait for the traffic police ... "The chunky Taoist shouted loudly, but he was very dissatisfied, but Entering this scene, his shouting was interrupted abruptly, and he directly stuck in his throat.

Gazi looked at him intentionally or unintentionally, and didn't speak, but his eyes showed a clear threat: if you want to do something, kid, it's best to weigh it.

Everyone was marveling at Lu Xiaoning's divine power. Only Zeng Daogu had been staring at the car with good scenery, yelling at her car, "She can't go!"

Director Mei had activities in the unit in the afternoon. She was stuck at the point. In case of a traffic jam, she would have to be delayed. Today, she encountered this incident. Because of curiosity, she stopped for a while and listened to the results. Now she just wanted to start leaving.

When she heard that the female aunt didn't allow her to leave, she simply turned in a direction and turned her head back. "If you don't go, you don't go. You speak well and look a little self-cultivating!"

Everyone came to the pavilion of the No. 1 pump and sat at the stone table. The head of the road was not polite. He opened Zhuang Haoyun directly, "I don't say you know what Daoxing Shen ... I will ask, since your son wants Healed, what are you doing with my Maoshanzu brand? "

"First of all, I correct your opinion," Zhuang Haoyun extended an index finger. "I'm not trying to grab your Maoshan Zu brand, I just borrowed ... I don't want to borrow it if I spend money, then I can only ask someone to force it to borrow."

Ma Daochang sneered, "Forcibly borrow? The last one was so bold ..."

"Cough," Feng Jun coughed lightly, and his voice was really soft, but in the ear of the horse, there were two dull thunders.

He really hates those who don't talk about order.

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