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"Master, why are there not many boxes and one box missing?" When he was called to pack up his things and go home, the butler asked without any scruples.

"What's the point? I asked you to come and get back to the bus. Have you asked you to ask something else? Do you want to be whipped too!" Zhang Baishai was furious and threw a box of gold ingots. He was heartbroken. The housekeeper hit the gun.

The housekeeper was confused. What's going on? Didn't the River God come?

"Also, ask a few people to go down the river and fish me the box of gold ingots. If I can't catch it, don't come back tonight!"

On the ox cart back to the village, the little girl kept staring at Qiu Ming angrily, with two big words in her eyes - bad guy!

The more Qiu Ming doesn’t look at the little girl, the more angry the little girl becomes. You compensate me for my toy!

"Mr. Zhang, that tree is good. If you ask someone to cut it down and take it home, I will make a few wooden signs for you to maintain the house." Qiu Ming pointed to a tree casually.

Zhang Feipi's eyes lit up: "You two, hurry up and chop down the tree that the master said and carried it home."

Even if this tree belongs to his family, he doesn't feel distressed. Things like the wooden sign in the house must be much more valuable than a tree. As for the tree in his eyes, it must be that he can't tell it. There must be something special about this tree.

Qiu Ming was just a means of delaying time. He said that he should not be disturbed when making wooden cards, and this skinning would definitely not cause people to disturb him.

When he got home, Zhang Feipi asked someone to bring food to Qiu Ming. This time it was much more sumptuous, at least two vegetables. It seems that Zhang Feipi attaches great importance to the wooden signs in the house.

After eating, the tree was also delivered. Qiu Ming closed the yard door and looked at the axe in his hand carefully.

It was a bit difficult to wave with one hand. This axe was definitely much heavier than an ordinary solid iron axe.

With a hard chop, all the axe blades were embedded in the trunk. Pull it out and slashed again, but the three axes, the trunks that were thicker than the legs were cut off!

The axe was even sharper than he thought. However, after only swinging it these three times, he felt a little sore in his arms.

Take out all the plastic packaging bags of the food in the bag and pile them in the corner of the house. At night, burn them directly, so there is no need to bring the garbage back to the real world.

As for this axe, you must take away the empty space in the bag, you can fill it in the peeled warehouse.

In the afternoon, Qiu Ming continued to practice his family's moves. When he was tired, he used the Heart Sutra to recover his strength. He felt that he had been able to hold on for a little longer than he could have been the previous two days.

At night, the housekeeper sent someone to deliver food. Qiu Ming asked for an oil lamp, a brush and ink, and he always had to do it so that he could truly get through it.

The side mission in the previous world rewarded him with mastery of Sanskrit. Now he is trying to see if the scriptures written in Sanskrit have any magical effects.

A wooden board cut out with an axe that was barely visible was a little bigger than a palm. Qiu Ming used a brush to dip it ink and wrote five Sanskrit words "Prajna Paramita" on the wooden board.

After looking carefully, it seemed that there was no effect, no glow, and nothing magical happened.

He vaguely remembered that the Taoist priests wanted to draw talismans, and he didn't remember whether the monk painted talismans, but he seemed to have heard that in ancient times, monks copied scriptures for high officials, using ink mixed with gold powder!

Look at the temple's Taishang Laojun, Dragon and Tiger Heavenly Master, a mud statue with painted paints on it. Most of the Buddha statues are shining with golden light. In ancient times, there were many Buddha statues made of gold, even if they were Arhats or the like, they would be golden-body Arhats!

Qiu Ming had no choice but to prepare gold powder now, so he used this to fool Zhang and peel it.

Put things aside, close your eyes and recite the scriptures. But Qiu Ming didn't see that when he was reciting the scriptures, a golden light flashed through the scriptures on the wooden sign.

A night passed, and as soon as the sky was dawn, Qiu Ming opened his eyes. He looked at the hourglass in the space. It was estimated that in less than two hours, he would return to the real world.

Today, Zhang Feipi didn't let the butler knock on the door. It seems that the sentence he said yesterday that he would not disturb him is still very useful.

After reciting the scriptures for a while, he looked at the hourglass. It was almost half an hour before Qiu Ming carried his bag, holding the broken wooden sign he had made in his hand, and opened the gate of the courtyard.

The hypocritical smile on his face was Zhang Feipi: "Master, can the wooden sign in the house be prepared?"

"Only one side is done, this one can be placed in the warehouse to ensure good fortune. Mr. Zhang and I went in with me. I told you how to place it to make the most wealth."

Skin this one to the point where there are only two of them, and then, hehehehe

Zhang Peipi took Qiu Ming to the door of the warehouse, took off the key placed close to his body from his neck, and opened a huge copper lock on the door.

The landlord and the little girl also wanted to follow her in, but Qiu Ming reached out to stop her: "Women are jealous and should not enter the warehouse. Don't you know this common sense?"

The landlord did not know this kind of "common sense". He smiled and took the little girl backed away, and apologized: "I really don't know, lord, then you can go in by yourself."

"Retreat to another yard, I want to use this wooden sign to arrange a formation to accumulate wealth. The layman has a fate with me, but how can I allow others to eavesdrop on me?"

"Yes, everyone is leaving the yard. I won't come out for a while. I won't be allowed to go in when I hear any movement, otherwise I will break your legs!"

Zhang Peipi also felt that such things should not be eavesdropped on others. He waved his hand to drive everyone out, and then deliberately closed the courtyard door and inserted it with a bolt from the inside.

When he entered the warehouse, Qiu Ming looked at the boxes full of the warehouse, not only gold, silver and treasures, but also silk and satin. This piece of skinned, with so much money and treating servants so harshly, it is really worth fighting!

Qiu Ming opened two boxes, which were filled with gold ingots. He put down his backpack and put the gold ingots into his bag in front of a skinned face. From today on, we are a rich monk.

"Master, what are you doing? Put down my gold!" Zhang Feifei rushed up.

Qiu Ming turned around and punched Zhang Feifei's eye socket, directly hit Zhang Feifei. Then he jumped over, rode on Zhang Feifei's body, and shot the left and right.

"You skinned, so rich, and so harsh in dealing with tenants and long-term workers, you are so harsh. I will teach you a lesson on their behalf this time, see if you dare to slap people with a whip and break others' legs again!"

At this time, Qiu Ming looked like a bully and was stunned by the skin. Is this still the master he knows?

He screamed shrillly, hoping that someone would come to save him. But the others were driven away by the landlord, and even the housekeeper could not listen to the secrets of the family! When she found something was wrong, there was no one around her who bumped into the door.

When Zhang Feipi was beaten and didn't dare to move, Qiu Ming got up and continued to pretend to be gold ingots. Then he looked at the time, hugged the bag in his arms, and shouted at the top of his voice: "Zhang Feipi's evil deeds are angry and resentful. I am punished by the monks in the world. Everyone can use the money in the warehouse!"

The landlord finally ordered someone to knock the courtyard door open, and then saw a golden light covering the monk and disappeared.

Everyone looked at each other. The monk was really a Buddha who came to earth? And what did the monk just said, letting them take advantage of the money in the warehouse at will?

The other long-term workers and servants looked at the warehouse full of gold, silver and treasures, and didn't know who took the lead first, and rushed over in a flash.

Although Zhang Pipi was shocked by Qiu Ming's disappearance, he jumped up immediately and didn't care about the pain on his body: "Stop it, mine, all the money is mine."

Unfortunately, it was useless at all. Even the butler rushed up to snatch it, and no one came to help Zhang peel it...
Chapter completed!