My girlfriend is Fairy Chang'e

Chapter 733
(No.17 more)
"Why can't my monk be willing? They are willing to go to the fairy world, but I am willing to walk in the world. This is called the world of mortals refining one's heart. Do you understand boy? If you don't accept it, you will bite me."

"I can't bite you, I'm afraid my teeth will snap!" Shi Fan smiled wryly, he finally understood why there have been legends about Ji Gong from Song Dynasty to modern times, because this guy never left at all, and has been wandering in the mortal world.

Shi Fan knew very well that Daoji was Bodhi's great disciple, he was a double cultivator of Buddhism and Taoism, and he was by no means an ordinary person. He was probably the most powerful in Fangcun Mountain of Lingtai besides Bodhi Patriarch.

"You kid is playing tricks on me. I said that the wine you gave me and Wukong last time was really good. I miss it for thousands of years. I said boy, when we are in your territory, don't you buy me a drink?"

"Please, nothing else is enough." Shi Fan laughed.

"Husband, let's go first." The women said goodbye one after another. Seeing the legendary Ji Gong again today broadened their horizons again, and they all rushed back to practice for Ascension.

"Uncle, I'll go back first too, don't forget to call out at night, mom misses you, pfft!" Shu Fan blocked his mouth again, why did he always say something wrong.

"Look at you slim and beautiful girls, I don't know where your luck comes from." Dao Ji patted Shi Fan's arm with his fan, "Where should we go for a drink?"

"Follow me!" Shi Fan pulled Daoji, and the two disappeared from the spot, and the next moment they appeared in front of a five-star hotel.

When the security guard in front of the door turned around, there were two more people in front of him. Looking at the monk wearing a two-cornered monk hat and waving a fan, the security guard was dumbfounded, "Why do you look so much like the Living Buddha Jigong on TV?"

"Old man, if you play Ji Gong, you will be designated fire!" He even shouted when the two of them walked past the security guard.

"My old man is originally Ji Gong." Dao Ji said, waving his fan and entering the hall.

"Tch, you are Jigong and I am Jade Emperor!" the security guard said disdainfully.

As soon as the two of them entered the hall, everyone looked at the monk in unison, not at Shi Fan of course, but at Dao Ji.

Daoji didn't care, and sat on a table in the middle, waving his fan. Shi Fan originally wanted to take him to the box, but seeing that he had already sat down, he had no choice but to let him sit down.

"Give me a few bottles of Moutai Wuliangye, as well as roast chicken and roast duck..." Shi Fan ordered a table of dishes, and the famous roast chicken wine was brought up. Now that he is not short of money, let Daoji eat it.

Daoji picked up a chicken leg and gnawed it, took a sip of the wine, wow, it was spicy and refreshing, and it was strong enough. Daoji had a great time eating it. Wuliangye Moutai was poured down a bottle, and he poured it into the gourd from time to time. He poured some, but he drank seven or eight bottles of wine in a short while.

What surprised the waiter the most was that his gourd didn't look big, but it seemed like it would never be full, and the waiter who looked at it secretly clicked his tongue.

A few people kept looking forward to his gourd out of curiosity, wanting to see what happened.Among them, a young man wearing gold and silver thought he had status, and the one who jumped forward was the happiest, and all his brains came to Daoji.

"Bang!" Dao Ji flicked the top of his head, "Young man, curiosity kills people, don't watch what you shouldn't."

Being stung by a dirty monk, the young man became a little annoyed, and immediately shouted: "What's so awesome, isn't it just a broken gourd? If you break it, you will be compensated. Believe it or not, the old man will give you a whole train skin tomorrow? "

"Yeah!" Daoji smiled humorously, "I said young man, don't brag, my old man's gourd can be loaded into the train, but you can't pull a load of gourds, don't you believe it?"

"Fuck me, what are you bragging about?" The young man curled his lips like [-] yuan, "I still load the train, even if you can hold two bottles of wine, I will praise you so much, the wine just now let you Put it in your crotch, hahaha." The young man laughed loudly.

Daoji still smiled and was not in a hurry or annoyed.

"This is Fu Zhanpeng, the young master of the Fu family. He usually likes to pretend to show off his wealth. I heard that the Fu family's business is not vigilant now, but he insisted on asking his father to buy a Maserati worth more than 200 million."

Someone recognized the young man and muttered softly.

"Mother Shaote is gossiping!" Fu Zhanpeng scolded, seeing Daoji smiling and not arguing with him, he felt that he was nothing special, so he opened a folding fan with a snap, and he shook the paper fan and looked at Daoji, " I said monk, don’t you say that your gourd can be loaded into a train? If you do this, I won’t let you load a train..."

He glanced at Daoji's gourd and estimated, "If you can hold three bottles of wine, I'll give you a high opinion of you. How dare you load a train? Now even monks can brag like that? Hahaha!"

Seeing the two people in that tank, Shi Fan didn't bother to stop him, he didn't know that even an ordinary pretending young master couldn't cure him.

Daoji laughed, "Boy, you said that my old man can't hold three bottles of wine, what if I pack too much? My old man has no money, so why don't other restaurants ask me to settle accounts? When the time comes, you pat my ass and leave me." what to do?"

"It's my fault if you pretend too much, young master, I will punish you for pretending to be a criminal. I don't believe it anymore." Fu Zhanpeng shook his fan even more.

"Hey, you can't live by yourself." Daoji sighed again and again, and the regretful look made the young man even more angry, "Are you pretending or not? It's all up to me and I'm still so timid, how poor. A poor monk is still pretending to be a big-tailed eagle."

Daoji rolled his eyes and looked at him, "I said boy, are you serious about what you said just now? Don't tell me you don't accept your account after my old man packed wine?"

"I said the monk is like this..." Shi Fan next to him acted as a peacemaker, interjected, "Just ask him to write a written receipt. If he refuses to accept the account, ask him to sell the family company to pay the debt."

After finishing speaking, Shi Fan looked at the young man, "Do you dare?"

"I..." The young man was a little angry. Although his company's business is not good, the whole family is pointing at the company. If there is no company, he can't afford to support his own car, let alone the monk's gourd. How could it be possible to hold an extra bottle?
When the guy rolled his eyes, the monk saw that there was nothing wrong with it. He couldn't help but look at Shi Fan, "The signature is fine, but let me tell you, what if he can't fill three bottles? What do you say?"

"If he can't hold three bottles, I'll lose you 100 million, okay?" After finishing speaking, Shi Fan also picked up a chicken leg and took a bite. Just like Daoji, this thing can also be contagious.

"There is no evidence for what you say. What if you lose and have no money? I can't afford to argue with you. I don't have the time to go to court with you." Fu Zhanpeng was aggressive, trying to force Shi Fan to submit, and fell into his trap , 100 million, his heart is already hot,
Shi Fan didn't care, he casually took out a check from his pocket and put it on the table, "See, if you win, I'll give you a check for one million."

(There will be another update in the evening)
(End of this chapter)