People are weird, my girlfriend burned 100 million yuan for me

Chapter 30 He Comes!
The monk had a fat head and big ears, and his small eyes squeezed into his big fleshy face, flashing greedy light from time to time.

He pinched the rosary in his hand and kept thinking about something in his mouth. His pair of small eyes kept staring at the upstairs of the bank, revealing a cold gaze.

"Great monk, the bank is closed today, I want to handle business and come back tomorrow."

After the monk withdrew his gaze, he strode into the bank, but was stopped by the man in black suit standing guard at the door.

"Amitabha, poor monks don't do business, they come here for alms."

Hearing what the great monk said, the boy in the black suit frowned. This was the first time he met a monk who came to the bank for alms.

If they had followed their past practices, they would have driven the monk away long ago and even kicked him.

But when I thought of Bald Biao and Boss Song's instructions to them to do things properly and not to do anything when nothing happened, after hesitating for a while, I touched my pockets all over my body, took out a 200 yuan note, and threw it in the big monk's hand. At feet.

"Alchemy? Is two hundred yuan enough?"

"Hurry up, our boss is in a meeting, if you mess with our boss, then you can see the real Buddha."

The younger brother said that when he thought of the scene of Song Zhong making a move, he couldn't help but tremble.

Unexpectedly, the fat monk didn't even look at the banknotes on the ground. He put his hands together in a salute and had a weird smile on his fat face.

"Amitabha, what this poor monk wants to be transformed into is not a few banknotes, but this bank."

Before the boy in the suit could react, the great monk gently waved his golden sleeves, and the cuffs touched the boy in the suit's forehead.

After being hit by the monk, the strong boy in the suit suddenly turned into a puddle of blood, without even a trace of resentment fluctuating in time.

The rest of the gatekeepers, who had not recovered yet, also turned into blood.

After finishing all this, the monk pushed open the door of the bank.

"Squeak..."

As the bank door was pushed open by the monk.

The whole lobby was full of staff in black suits, all turned their heads and looked at the fat monk indifferently.

The bosses are having a meeting up there, who is so careless as to let people in? !Can't you see it even if you open the door outside?

"Vald donkey, who are you? How did you get in? Where's the person at the door?!"

One of the strong men, who looked like a leader, drew out his knife and asked the monk with a ferocious expression.

Does your boss have any insight when talking about things on the board?

Facing the tyrannical and dissatisfied eyes of the staff, the fat monk still kept a weird smile and replied calmly.

"Amitabha, a poor monk has no money."

"Several donors at the door have already gone to the bliss of the Western Heaven."

After hearing what Monk Caikong said, the expressions of the staff members changed drastically.

The gatekeeper is dead?

This is to find fault!

"Vald donkey, are you looking for death?!"

"Find the fault and find us?"

The leader in a black suit looked ugly and yelled, grabbing a knife and rushing towards Monk Caikong.

Monk Caikong looked at the menacing strong man in black suit and suddenly sighed.

"Amitabha, the poor monk just wants to make a fortune."

"And this bank was originally the property of the poor monk."

After Cai Kong finished speaking, he stretched out his big fat hand and pointed at the strong man.

The strong man who rushed towards Caikong suddenly looked terrified, and then his body exploded into a puddle of flesh!
For a moment, the boys in black suits around him were all shocked and did not dare to act rashly.

The two small eyes squeezed into a slit in the big fat face, and with a strange and kind smile on his face, he asked everyone in the lobby. "Amitabha, do all the benefactors want to go to the Western Paradise?"

……

On the other side, just as everyone in the conference room of Tiandi Bank was arguing about the acquisition.

Song Zhong suddenly frowned and twitched his nose slightly.

Why is there suddenly such a strong smell of blood?

Just when Song Zhong was confused.

A sudden knock on the door interrupted the acquisition process in the conference room.

"Dong dong dong."

Song Mo asked Bald Biao with puzzled eyes.

Didn't you arrange someone to watch outside, no matter what happens, don't bother?

Why is there still someone knocking on the door?

Bald Biao faced Song Zhong's eyes, smiled awkwardly, and then shouted toward the door.

"Who? Which bastard? Didn't you say not to disturb the meeting process?!"

"Hurry up and get down and guard the gate! If you disturb the meeting again, I will chop you into minced meat!"

Bald-headed Biao thought it was his younger brother who had no winks, so he cursed mercilessly.

Unexpectedly, in the face of Bald Biao's angry shout, there was another knock on the door.

"Dong dong!"

Then the flat voice that followed made all the weird bosses in the conference room change their faces!
"Amitabha, the poor monk has no money." The bald Biao who was standing at the door and was about to open the door stopped cautiously, and looked at Song Mo with searching eyes.

Where did the monk come from? !

Is this someone hired by the boss to send the bosses here to heaven?

Should I open this door or not?

But no matter how bald-headed Biao winked at Song Mo, Song Mo turned a blind eye to his gaze, as if lost in thought.

Song Mo vaguely remembered that someone reminded him of something...

Without Song Zhong's response, Bald Biao looked at the closed door of the conference room hesitantly.

He was now unsure whether to open the door or not.

The bosses in the meeting room also looked at each other with vigilance in their eyes.

Also said that you are regular businessmen?

Who would be a monk during negotiations or acquisitions?

This is definitely trying to mess with them!
the other side.

Bald Biao is still hesitating, but his younger brother Zhentao is a fool.

Hearing someone talking nonsense outside the door, Zhentao stared bull-eyed.

His temper was overpowering, and he walked to the gate in three steps and two steps, but his brother didn't stop him!
"Which bastard doesn't open his eyes, my boss is in a meeting with the bosses!"

"Fake tricks, court death!"

Zhentao stretched out his hand and pulled open the door of the conference room, with a fierce expression on his face, ready to hit him with a raised fist.

Just as he was about to strike, a big chubby hand suddenly pressed his forehead.

"Amitabha, benefactor, don't get angry."

Zhentao, who was originally angry, changed his expression in just one second after the big fat hand pressed on his head.

First, his face froze for a moment, then he showed a greedy expression, and finally it turned into a painful struggle.At the same time, his thick head swelled irregularly, and there was a sound of "Boom!"

Before everyone could react, Zhentao's head exploded like a watermelon!
Bloody skin and white blood spurted everywhere, even a drop splashed on Song Zhong's suit.

Standing aside and witnessing his younger brother's death with his own eyes, the bald man yelled loudly.

"Boss! Someone is looking for fault!"

Then, the bald-headed Biao retreated behind the crowd, carefully observing the great monk in front of him.

Before he understands the strength of the Great Monk, he must not be the first one.

My younger brother can take revenge when he dies, but I can’t take revenge when I die!
All the way back to Song Zhongsheng, the bald-headed Biao looked at Song Zhong aggrievedly, and pointed to the plasma all over the room.

"Boss...my brother..."

"I saw it."

Song Zhong's face was calm, and he wiped the blood from his collar with paper.

He had been rummaging through the memories in his mind just now.

Song Zhong vaguely remembered someone telling him that a monk was coming to trouble him.

It seems to be what Taoist Yun An said...

Money monk?
Song Mo recalled this passage, and looked at the jeweled monk again.

It turns out that this monk came for me. I thought he was Biaozi’s social enemy...

That Zhentao is at a loss!
Only then did Song Mo suddenly realize that he looked at the aggrieved Bald Biao, patted his head, and signaled Bald Biao to rest assured with his eyes.

If this monk kills my employee, the boss will definitely seek justice!

Then, Song finally looked at the great monk in front of him.When I saw the great monk for the first time, pictures suddenly emerged.

However, in these pictures, the cause of death of the great monk was not seen!
It was only seen in a temple hall with strong incense.

The great monk in front of him looked fanatical, kneeling in front of a huge plastic gold Buddha statue and reciting scriptures.

Some of the monks and novices on both sides were drinking, some were killing ordinary people, and there were even some monks who were doing permissive things...

Although the scene in the main hall was unsightly, Song Zhong felt inexplicably very Zen.

Is this the Huanxi Temple?
It's really weird!
It seemed that we couldn't let him die so simply, so we arrested him and tortured him for some information.

"Amitabha, the poor monk is short of money, long time no see, bosses."

Here, the fat monk is after killing Zhen Tao.

He straightened his clothes as if nothing was wrong, put his hands together in a salute, and said to the bosses.

"Yes...it's that wealth monk from Huanxi Temple!"

"How did he come back?!"

"Nonsense, Xu Jianghai is dead and the bank has been occupied. How can he not come back?"

Following the whispers of the weird bosses, Monk Caikong asked again unsteadily.

"Bosses, just remember the poor monk, and the poor monk will not waste time."

"Excuse me, who is the current president of Tiandi Bank?"

Following his question, everyone present subconsciously looked at Song Zhong who was sitting at the main seat.

"Are you looking for me?"

Song Zhong saw Monk Caikong looking at him and nodded towards him.

"Amitabha, alms."

"Please benefactor, return the bank to me, and offer all the money on your body to the Buddha." Monk Caikong said slowly, his eyes fell on the bank card in the suitcase on the conference table, showing greed in his eyes gaze.

As soon as Cai Kong entered the conference room, he focused on those bank cards.

In his perception, there is an unimaginable wealth in it!
It is a wealth that cannot be matched by the entire Lotus Group. At this moment, the Lotus Bank has been forgotten by him!
As long as he has this suitcase, his plan to worship the Lord Buddha can be completed to a large extent!

Monk Caikong was thinking as he waved his broad golden sleeve robe.

Following his movements, the suitcase on the conference table suddenly floated up and flew straight towards Monk Caikong.

Monk Caikong looked at the suitcase flying towards him, the greed in his eyes seemed to condense into a torrent!
But amidst his expectant gaze, the suitcase that was lasing towards him was gripped by a large hand.

No matter how much he stirred up resentment, the suitcase was firmly grasped by the big hands and did not move at all!
Monk Caikong looked down at his big hand with an unkind expression, and Song Zhong, who looked indifferent, grabbed the suitcase with one hand.

"What do you mean? It's not enough to kill my employees?"

"He robbed me?!"

"Do you know how much effort this money cost my father, the sponsor of the family?"

There was a sneer at the corner of Song Zhong's mouth, the collar of his shirt was open, and the tattoo on his chest could be vaguely seen.

Feeling that the suitcase in his hand was still being held in resentment by Monk Caikong, Song Mo's eyes showed bursts of murderous intent.

Still robbing a bald donkey?

court death!

Immediately, he reached out his hand and took out the magic whip, with a cold smile on his face, he looked at the monk Caikong in front of him.

Everyone who died together, why are you still so ignorant?

He even robbed himself!With a cold heart, Song Mo took out the magic whip from his pocket!
The magic whip was just the size of an embroidery needle when he took it out of his pocket, but when he swung his arm out, it turned into a huge iron whip and hit Monk Caikong!

and.

As the magic whip danced, the entire bank began to shake!
Many weird bosses in the meeting room felt this mysterious power, and quickly hid themselves.

Bai Rong, Bald Biao and others even ran to the distance early. The scene in front of them was familiar to those who were familiar with it, and they were afraid that they would be accidentally wiped out.

Rumble!
The magic whip came, and the monk Caikong felt the wind of the whip, and woke up from the short-term shock.

Seeing the iron whip getting closer and closer, Monk Caikong retreated violently.

But at the end of the Song Dynasty, the magic whip was not hesitant, and under the blessing of the Ruyi Bing Iron Technique, it continued to extend and lengthen.

Let Monk Caikong, who is constantly retreating, always be shrouded in the attack range of the magic whip.

Especially the breath lock from the magic whip, so that the monk Caikong has nowhere to hide!

In a hurry.

Monk Caikong clasped his hands together, full of resentment, and struggled to utter a word from his mouth.

"Om."

Under the Sanskrit sound, the lingering sound lingered, and all the strange eyes in the conference room were aroused with greedy looks.

Following the sound of Buddha's anger, Monk Caikong actually stopped his retreating figure and meditated on the spot instead.

At the same time, a golden aura surrounded Monk Cai Kong.

Under Song Mo's puzzled eyes, Monk Caikong's gas mask did not block the iron whip, but broke at the touch of it!But at the same time that the gas mask shattered, Monk Caikong was bounced out of the range of the whip by a huge force.

Monk Caikong followed the rebounding force and stood up again.

"Are you a believer of an evil god?!"

"Then it seems that today, in addition to begging for alms, the poor monk will also have to save you from misfortune!"

Song Zhong was confused by the shouts from Monk Caikong.

What?Cthulhu?

Bald donkey, are you out of your mind? !

Although I have four bosses in my body, apart from looking a little bit more sinister, I am still a serious god!
You can describe them as evil gods, but what kind of evil gods are they?

If these are evil gods, what do you believe in?

However, Song Mo quickly reacted.

In the eyes of monk Caikong, perhaps only his Buddha Lord is the righteous god.

The other gods are all evil gods!

Especially in the Celestial Master's inheritance, it has been described in detail.

All the believers of Huanxi Temple believe that the evil in the world is constant. After they have done all the evil, all they will leave to the world is good!
Under this evil preaching, the believers of Huanxi Temple methodically practiced the evils of the five desires!

At the end of Song Dynasty, he was thinking about it, but the monk Caikong over there had undergone tremendous changes.

He tore up the rosary in his hand, threw it over his head, and recited cumbersome scriptures.

As Monk Caikong sat down cross-legged, the broken rosary beads were neatly distributed around him, inspiring all kinds of phantoms and resentments!

(End of this chapter)