My golden finger is delicious

86

It was still the endless darkness, and the painful thorns.

He first saw the people he had deceived.

The faces of these people appeared in front of him without exception in his memory.

Master Gongde was a little confused, not knowing why he dreamed of them.

People in his line of work had long thrown their consciences to the horizon.

In the beginning, he had derived a set of logic for himself.

He was not deceiving people, but accumulating fate. When he stepped into the immortal path, he would naturally repay this cause and effect.

As time passed, he also sneered at this set of self-deceiving rhetoric.

He knew clearly what he was doing.

It was because he knew clearly that he did not feel any guilt.

However, what did he see...

He had once cheated an elderly couple of their coffin money.

The elderly couple took the fake Buddhist scriptures he had given away and prayed devoutly all day long.

One day, he accidentally found a page of paper with words hidden in the Buddhist scriptures. The old couple thought it was a cultural relic and was about to hand it in when someone came to buy the page of paper with a large sum of money.

Is there a treasure of Xuanmen hidden in that Buddhist scripture?

This is impossible!! It is clearly a fake that was bought casually and made to look old!

The voices of the two buyers whose faces could not be seen were exactly the same as in the dream.

"Following him really yielded something."

"If we had to find it ourselves, how could we find it?"

"Send a few more people to contact him."

"Yes."

"Take away his talent and steal his luck. This old liar is really an inexhaustible treasure."

The story of the old couple is not an isolated case, there are many more.

Master Gongde suddenly woke up!

Yes, he who had his talent taken away was still lucky enough to meet Master Yide's guidance.

Even if he was not accepted as a disciple, how could Master Yide be seen by ordinary people!

This is his luck as the child of destiny!

But what happened next? !

He will never meet such an opportunity again!

It's them! They secretly stole his chance.

He had been in poverty all his life just to enter another world, but he was told that his talent was taken away.

He committed crimes to accumulate capital, but he was told that many of the people he cheated were arranged to take away his luck to prevent him from turning the tide.

He was like a pig that was being fleeced and sucked of blood.

But everything was not over yet.

This endless nightmare seemed to tell him that things would only get worse.

The golden light of the wooden sign guarding him weakened a little.

The thorns that were scattered by the golden disc player before reappeared.

The severe pain brought to his "body" was completely unimportant. What made him more painful was that as the light weakened, he knew less and less about the "truth".

No, he couldn't accept it! !

The strong will was transmitted to the wooden sign.

So the pain in his body suddenly intensified, and the sound and image that gradually merged into the darkness became clearer.

It was as if the wooden sign obeyed his will and used the last strength to let him see the truth of the matter, instead of using it to resist harm.

This time, Master Gongde endured the pain and saw "being abandoned by everyone".

The person who sold him the entry-level skills, the person who helped him make his first pot of gold, the person who helped collect information, the person who helped settle the police investigation, and even his assistants, they... all betrayed him.

Some were seeking personal gain, and some were serving the man behind the scenes.

No one around him stood on his side.

Finally, Master Gongde saw the "future".

In the future, he finally found another opportunity, but when he got it, the two assistants behind him pushed him off the cliff.

He died in pain and his body was exposed in the wilderness.

Those two guys robbed his opportunity, took his property, and went abroad to live freely.

Master Gongde woke up in despair.

He only felt that his whole life was a huge joke.

Boundless anger burned his reason. He now had only one idea, which was to make these people pay the price.

But when he jumped out of the bed, he almost sprained his leg.

The old face shown in the dressing mirror on the wardrobe and the pain in his feet clearly told him...

You can't do anything.

Yes, without the cloak of a liar.

He is just an ordinary old man who knows a few magic tricks.

He has no power or influence, and not much money.

He just wants to take revenge, but he doesn't have the physical strength to chop people with a knife.

The pain of a ruined life, the helplessness of being unable to take revenge, and... the fear of being surrounded by wolves.

At this moment, Master Gongde looked at the two assistants knocking on the door in horror.

Yes, he was afraid.

The feeling of the two traitors pushing him off the cliff seemed to still remain on his back.

The fear of dying made him tremble when he saw these two people now.

No, he had to cover it up, he couldn't let them find out his weakness.

"Master, you finally woke up, it's afternoon." The sunset outside the window was a little red.

In another hour or two, the sun will set completely.

The night will come again.

The two assistants looked at the master who was a little wrong with confusion, thinking of the master's loss of composure in the early morning.

Take another look at the wooden sign next to him that had obviously turned gray.

Joy suddenly emerged in his heart.

Their guess was that this wooden sign finally brought the master a real breakthrough.

Great, I can deceive more people in the future!

Even, there is no need to lie! If you change the life of a wealthy person, renew your relationship, and create a fortune-seeking bureau, wouldn't it be like lying down and counting money when guests come like clouds?

Thinking of this, both of them had a smile on their faces.

In the eyes of Master Gongde, this smile is the same as: a banquet that can finally be eaten.

"Master, are you hungry? Let's go prepare something to eat." The flattery and humility in his words were not accepted by the other party at all.

"Go." The fear and eagerness in his words were not sensed by the other party.

As soon as the two went out, Master Gongde breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he hammered the bed in frustration.

He lowered his head and looked at the dim, lifeless wooden sign.

He has made a decision! A tough but simple decision.

Kowtow to the wooden sign carefully.

Thanks to this wooden sign for bringing him the truth and a glimmer of hope.

Master Gongde walked into the bathroom and cleaned himself up carefully.

Walking in front of the Buddha statue that I chanted every day, I knelt down devoutly and did the most serious homework in my life.

At this moment, he felt that he was sublimated and became transparent.

The words that were once used to deceive believers have never been so clear and understood at this moment.

"Buddha, if I were..."

Before he finished speaking, Master Gongde smiled bitterly. How could he have known so much before?

What he has to do now is to save his own life and make those people pay the price! ! !

Even if you are in trouble in this life, it is still worth it.

The meritorious master walked into the Public Security Bureau with an expression of piety and devotion.

Comrade police:? !

The police comrade who listened to the entire surrender process:? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

"Well, Master, I don't know much... I'll summarize it and see if it's right."

110 feels that we may need some help from the lovely comrade 120 today. It seems the master needs help.

"You are a liar. You defrauded many people of their money, and now you are surrendering. By the way, you are suing someone for stealing your ability and luck, and may even want to kill you. But you have no evidence for the latter... ...right?"

"yes."

"..." Call 120.

"I know you don't understand, just report it truthfully. Someone who understands will take over." Master Gongde took out a USB flash drive. "My personal case is enough for you to report. By the way, don't forget to arrest my two assistants first. You have to be quick to prevent them from running away."

"…………"

What else can be done? Let’s look at the USB flash drive together.

"If nothing else, why do I feel that the part about getting a revelation in a dream is a bit familiar?" Another policeman thought that he had heard this part somewhere.

Dreams, darkness, and thorns are protected by a magic weapon. Seeing the truth of the conspiracy, these details are really familiar.

As soon as I remembered something, I was interrupted by a slap from the colleague next to me.

"Why are you filming me?"

"Call everyone over here!" TNND, big case!

Wu Ding felt that the power of the wooden sign was exhausted.

After taking out the jade coins and doing a divination, I got a satisfactory ending.

First, I voted a lot for the novel I was following, and thanked the author for the inspiration.

Then...he "surrendered" too.

"When you met a liar and persuaded him to surrender, did you use a little more force?"

"The person is fine, but he probably suffered huge mental trauma."

"That's it? Do you think I'm free?" Fan Xuan expressed dissatisfaction. Why should I report such a trivial matter to him?

"But I only know you."

"Is the APP fake? You haven't opened it except for making orders, right?"

"..." No, in fact, there was no order brushing at that time, it was all Qian Yi.

"Okay, okay, I'll help you report this matter. By the way, I contacted you about the matter you asked me for last time."

"oh?"

"Those who are good at weapon refining in the circle are Master Guo, the Han family, and Shifang Pavilion. Master Guo, you don't have to think about it. The remaining two families have expressed goodwill, and it's up to you how to contact them. Friendly reminder, you’d better choose one of the two.”

Master Guo is getting older, and he is so focused on taking care of his disciples that he no longer takes any orders.

The Han family and Shifang Pavilion are...competitors.

The two sides didn't get along very well.

If Wu Ding wants to exchange some weapon refining information, it is best to choose one of the two. If both parties come into contact, it may be counterproductive.

After all, know that the person who knows you best is your opponent.

You may not pay much attention to what your friends are doing recently, but you will definitely pay attention to what your opponents are doing at all times.

"I don't really understand. If you want to understand, aren't the official ones sufficient?" Fan Xuan couldn't understand why Wu Ding had to obtain high-level information. "

Is it possible that you still want to specialize in refining weapons? "

"It's not impossible." Who makes me a genius?

Look at our talisman paintings, it's not impossible to break the weapon-refining cow.

Fan Xuan hung up the phone without mercy, not wanting to hear the call continue.

Wu Ding took the basic information and slowly considered what he should choose.

The news of the arrest of the meritorious master was quickly reported.

His cousin's condition was stable, and Wu Ding could finally leave with peace of mind.

Shifang Pavilion and Han Family.

The Han family is better at forging weapons. There is a deeper insight into how to improve the attack power of weapons.

Shifang Pavilion is more complicated.

They are not as specialized as the Han family, but they are knowledgeable.

They can make weapons, protective gear, sundries, strange objects, etc.

I have heard before that Master Ru, who is good at making robes, is from Shifang Pavilion.

In fact, facing this choice question, Wu Ding has a casual attitude.

He bought a plane ticket and flew to H City directly.

According to the information, people from Shifang Pavilion and the Han family are in this city.

The reason?

Well, the child goes to school.

The two families in the Xuanmen circle are not on good terms, but they can't delay the child.

The child was admitted to a good school, so what? Why not go!

Wu Ding's plan is to contact whichever family he meets first.

Wu Ding, who was wandering around the campus of XX University, could never have imagined that he would contact the two families in this way and in this situation.

Two teenagers were holding wooden swords and fighting with a middle-aged man with red eyes and a kitchen knife in his hand.

If it weren't for the ghostly aura lingering on the middle-aged man.

Wu Ding should have called 110 right now.

"Damn, there's someone!"

"It's so late, why are you running to such a remote place? You're asking for death."

Excuse me, it's only nine o'clock in the evening, and your school library is not closed yet.

Also, this grove is not remote.

If it weren't for the simple formation you two cast, there should be couples of lovers here now.

"Run!"

"I'm so annoyed by you ordinary people, you know nothing, and you're still doing what's right!"

Excuse me, I just stood here without moving, and didn't do anything to do what's right.

"I'll have to hypnotize you later, why am I so unlucky? It's all your fault!"

"Find out, you made that magatama!"

"If you hadn't lost it! Why is it like this now!"

"I said it wasn't lost, he stole it!"

Wu Ding was almost eating melon seeds.

The two teenagers rushed to attack the crazy middle-aged man.

The whole process, the mouths spitting at each other didn't stop at all.

After criticizing the "Gaoyu", they criticized the other party for poorly arranged formations, allowing ordinary people to run in.

After criticizing this, the two turned their heads to look.

"Why are you still here! Don't you see that there is a murderer here? Run!"

Seeing that the middle-aged man's evil spirit was getting stronger, Wu Ding didn't watch the show anymore.

These two kids are fine, the problem is that if they don't deal with it, the blood and energy of this middle-aged man will be sucked dry by this evil thing.

The hand seal and the magic formula were pinched.

The word "Wu" appeared in the air.

Pointed at the target.

The word "Wu" in the air turned into white light and directly enveloped the crazy middle-aged man.

The murderous spirit in the eyes of the crazy man immediately dissipated, and the whole person calmed down, and the evil spirit around him was purified.

Even the instigator, the piece of magatama, was evolved at the same time.

Crystal white, with a compelling aura.

There was no trace of the evil thing just now.

The two teenagers looked at Wu Ding in disbelief.

As if they were watching a miracle.

At this moment, what Wu Ding was thinking was: One from the Han family and one from the Shifang Pavilion, what should he do if they came into contact at the same time?