Chapter 94 The plan of the Jiuju faction (4000)

Sham Shui Po Police Station.

This place used to be a Japanese-occupied concentration camp, where countless innocent soldiers and civilians were massacred.

Then Neon was defeated, and the Japanese invaders in the concentration camp were also annihilated here.

The Hong Kong government built a police station here just to suppress the Japanese invaders who could never be reincarnated.

If No. 10 Boulevard is a haunted house, then this is a real hell.

The Hungry Ghost Festival is approaching.

Constable Kim McGee followed the director's instructions and went to Feng Shui Street to buy some paper figurines and paper money.

As soon as I left the police station, I saw a fat monk in yellow clothes sitting cross-legged at the door of the police station and chanting sutras.

Kim McGee couldn't help but complain, "Damn, poor guys like us who can't afford a house come to beg for alms. Is it wrong?"

Knowing the power of Lord Kitchen, Lin Mosheng was even more curious as to why Lord Kitchen was demoted to endure calamity, and why Guanyin came to guide him.

Therefore, even with Lin Mosheng's intelligence and physique, there is no way to get started for the time being.

This shows how powerful this god is.

Jiahe laughed, and then asked seriously, "By the way, you said that a Taoist master took action. How strong is he? Does he know our purpose?"

Of course, this also requires Master Feng Laosi to use various secret recipes to nurse him back to health.

The crowd surged like a tidal wave, pushing both Lin Mosheng and Stephen Zhou aside.

Stephen Zhou saw clearly the person who lifted him up, and immediately stopped the younger brothers around him.

"Master, Sham Shui Po is famous for its lack of oil and water. You have to go to Central or Victoria Peak for alms. I hope you will gain a lot today."

"Lin Mosheng."

However, during his practice, he discovered something not too big or too small.

“Last time, Sir Lin gave me some advice, and I suddenly realized that I didn’t really understand Hong Kong’s food, so I went out with the trolley at night to promote pissing beef balls and give customers who didn’t queue up a surprise.

On the other hand, eat other diets and look for your own shortcomings.”

Lin Mosheng laughed angrily, "You still know that I'm giving you a hint."

The gate of the manor was closed, and two huge stone pillars stood up, forming shadows that almost blocked the sunlight that penetrated the manor.

His full name is Jiutian Dongchu Si Mingzao Wang Fujun.

And she also believed that she did not have the strength to take down Feng Laosi, so she quickly asked for support from the sect.

The place is full of people and noisy, high and low sects are connected in a line, like colorful eels swimming around, showing a different kind of vitality in the smoky quagmire of the market.

She, a master of Taoism, was sent to Hong Kong by her sect not just to sell a few kilograms of illegal drugs.

He was naturally convinced of his great uncle's magical power, otherwise the Buddhist ancestral court would not have allowed him to guard the Temple of Heaven, one of the Five Buddhas in the Five Directions, and the relics of the Buddha.

After the last fight, Michiko already had a rough understanding of Feng Laosi's strength.

Stephen Chow's Pissing Beef Balls shop is located in a small alley in West Kowloon.

Kim McGee nodded, "How do you sell your paper money?"

He walked up with a gloomy look on his face and saw Stephen Zhou who was packing up the cart. He pinched his collar and lifted it up.

Stephen Zhou even laughed and said, "Pissing cow pills are men's gas stations and women's beauty salons. You can neither suffer a loss nor be fooled!"

Stephen Zhou suddenly scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "Even if the business is good, they are just diners in one place."

There seems to be a great secret in this.

He pointed to the huge banner, "Is this how you repay me?"

Kim McGee nodded, this boss knows how to do business, "Give me five knives of paper money and four more paper figures."

"It's not that monks don't save the world, but that the world doesn't save themselves."

Lin Mosheng remembered that he had not been with his girlfriend Ye Guhong for a long time. It happened that Master Feng Laosi had to draw some blue talismans seriously in preparation for the battle.

But for me, this is not a problem.

He pointed to the backrest of the chair next to him. The metal backrest had been somewhat deformed by Lin Mosheng's pinching.

The little money she earned from selling illegal drugs was not enough to allow her to perform a few rituals for Neon Company at will.

So he said viciously, "In addition to last time, you owe me two favors!"

For a moment, the bird was silent.

The advantage of course is that it can quickly conceive and raise the innate Qi.

Stephen Zhou was slightly stunned. He didn't understand why Lin Mosheng wanted to ask for favors from a little person like him.

Lin Mosheng naturally asked Master Feng Laosi.

Human energy really has its limits.

Strangely enough, this gust of sand came and went suddenly.

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Kim McGee drove a police car and hummed a tune while heading to Feng Shui Street.

Even if you are the Zao Lord, I will still give you a good beating today.

Without knowing it, they rescued the suppressed Colonel Miyake, but unfortunately it was destroyed by Lin Mosheng before it even started.

As long as you have enough good deeds, your martial arts essence and blood will be endless.

When the wind and sand dissipated, Jin McGee happened to see a paper shop at the intersection, so he stopped the car.

The customers who were queuing up to eat beef balls stopped whispering and looked at Lin Mosheng with strange eyes.

Kaga glanced at Michiko's graceful body greedily, but didn't really get angry, "I heard that your little lover died?"

Their Jiuju faction is considered a prominent family in Neon.

The practice has been relaxed and relaxed. After practicing quietly for a period of time, Lin Mosheng felt that the hidden wounds on his body were almost healed.

After thinking clearly, the wise monk stood up and picked up the 10 yuan note, which was just enough for him to take the bus.

Stephen Zhou's voice was so loud that it instantly overwhelmed the surrounding noise.

Basically, famous sects will let their disciples practice martial arts at the beginning of their practice. In addition to having a good body, they also use martial arts essence and blood to accelerate their practice.

"Eating, no matter whether it is high or low, cannot be separated from the masses, nor can it be separated from the eating habits of a place."

Michiko replied seriously, "Last time I played against him, he was slightly better than me.

After a temporary tie, Lin Mosheng looked curiously at the cart that Stephen Zhou had put together and asked, "Your store's business is so good, why do you still sell it?"

Michiko dug her nails into her flesh and looked at Kaga with angry eyes, "As long as my senior brother helps me get revenge, Michiko is willing to give me anything I want."

The God of Cookery is also called Kitchen Lord.

Of course, those who practice Taoism do not care about the strength of their own martial arts.

It was the Feng Shui shop owner who had just sold the paper figurine to Jin McKee.

"These days, I also realized something."

Feng Laosi’s answer was also very direct. Since the Jedi Heavenly Power, the spiritual power of heaven and earth has been increasingly cut off.

Onmyoji Kaga nodded, "It just so happens that my magical weapon lacks a powerful monk's soul."

It's not like she hasn't done anything in the past two days, but she has prepared a killer move.

After all, you can cultivate immortality, so who would bother practicing martial arts?

"Looking for someone?" Kim McGee asked curiously, "Who are you looking for?"

He opened a government office in the Heavenly Court and became a prince.

Of course Michiko knew that this villa was likely to be investigated. Even if Lin Mosheng and Feng Laosi didn't come to find them, she wouldn't let them go!

Thinking of the dead military guard, fierceness and sadness flashed across Michiko's eyes.

Of course Kim McGee had heard of Lin Mosheng's name, "Then you should go to Wan Chai Police Station to find him. This is Sham Shui Po Police Station."

No wonder Liu Zhanhua said at the beginning that most of the three practitioners were doing nothing.

"I want five bowls!"

However, he was still willing to exchange a cheap favor for Lin Mosheng's endorsement, so he nodded and said, "Okay."

Then he said to the surrounding customers, "Don't worry, everyone, with me, Lin Mosheng, I will not let the gangsters go unpunished."

Lin Mosheng looked at Stephen Zhou seriously and said, "It seems that you will really become a good cook, but you still have a long way to go to become a god of cooking."

"What's the matter?"

There are also many Taoist classics that need to be read, and these cannot be solved by cheating.

Explosive!
To be continued...