Zhang Qing was really shocked, and he didn't know if what this monk said was true or false, anyway, it really doesn't look like a liar now, and he has already paid 80 yuan!

"Big ...... Master, are you Guigeng?" asked Zhang Qing with a slight stammer.

"Thirty years old, what's wrong?" asked Sha Wuseng with a bull's eye.

"Thirty years ago, the monk and Taoist aunt were so unrestrained, no wonder your abbot would wrap Xiaomi, I guess you are not a good product!" Zhang Qing looked at Sha Wuseng very obscenely and said.

"Can you manage it? Just stake this demon plate with you, if it doesn't work, you can call the police! I have nothing to charge!" shouted Sha Wuseng with a stiff neck.

"Okay! I can be an ashtray maker, don't forget to send the money tomorrow!" Zhang Qing saw that Sha Wuseng really didn't have anything of value, so he had to find a step for himself, so he couldn't really call the police!

"I can warn you! I'm a real treasure of calm, don't use it as an ashtray, and don't break it for me, this plate has been passed down for thousands of years!" Sha Wuseng instructed with some unease.

"Are you finished? I'm still worried that you won't come back if you're gone! Who cares about your broken plate!" Zhang Qing returned the notebook man to Sha Wuseng, and began to drive people out impatiently.

"I mean really......"

"Hurry up and leave, I'm going to play a game, don't affect my money!"

Really, after two hours of busy work, I received 80 yuan, and I also took a lunch, this business lost a lot, Zhang Qing drove away Sha Wuseng, quickly opened the game, began to do tasks, play equipment, set up stalls, and now I can earn more than 1,000 yuan in the game a month!

But today's luck is really not good, I am always killed by others when I do a mission, and my equipment is also exploded, and I haven't even sold a single thing in a stall. Now the only hope is a small boss being played, two trumpets, one with red, one with blue, and the big one is putting skills in one move, and it looks like he is about to be killed, hoping to explode some good equipment, which can be regarded as worthy of this afternoon's hard work! This place is relatively remote, Zhang Qing is fighting alone, and now it's almost time to get off work, and when the players are the least, no one should come to grab the boss......

What I didn't expect was that when I was about to get the last bit of blood, a RMB player came inexplicably, and he was not polite at all, and he killed Zhang Qing's tuba when he came up, and he also killed the two trumpets in seconds, Zhang Qing was angry and resurrected twice on the spot, and wanted to fight back, but it was still useless, everyone's level was about the same, but when someone else's set of equipment was an 11-star suit, Zhang Qing had a total of four pieces of equipment that were nine-star, and the others were all seven-star, Eight stars, not people's opponents at all, after being killed for the third time, Zhang Qing didn't get up anymore, just died there and watched, wanting to see what equipment this little boss could burst out, and the psychology was praying: I hope that all that will burst out is garbage equipment!

But it backfired, a small BOSS actually burst out with a glittering best staff, and it is the equipment that Zhang Qing needs the most, with this staff, Zhang Qing's attack power can be increased by almost three percent, if you inlay some gems with attacks, and those half-RMB players also have a fight!

"Ahh

"Smack!"

Zhang Qing felt a sharp pain in his hand, the treasure of Zhenguan that Sha Wuseng had mortgaged to him was smashed by him, this is not counting, the worst thing is that his right hand is now not obeying the call, and he can't move, he feels that the blood in his whole body is surging towards his right hand, and in the end, even his consciousness is a little blurred......

I don't know how long it took, Zhang Qing slowly woke up, trembling and withdrawing back his right hand, but there was no wound on his hand! Could it be his own hallucination? No, his brain was dizzy, and then look at the treasure of the town---- Bafang Demon Plate, now there is only a pair of gray-white powder left, no matter what, it won't be smashed into powder with one punch? What the hell is going on?

Zhang Qing didn't have time to think about what to do if he damaged someone's collateral, and now what scared him was that he didn't have any strength in his body, and his brain was even more groggy, even if he was not so tired in the college entrance examination that year, when he stood up, he was even more dizzy, and the world was spinning, and he had already fallen asleep before he even had time to lock the store door......

When I woke up, I didn't wake up by myself, but I was woken up by Sha Wuseng's roar, and I saw that the time was already four o'clock in the afternoon of the next day, good guy, I slept for more than twenty hours at once! I felt much better than last night, at least my body was not so tired, but my brain was still dizzy.

"Donor, wake up, wake up, where is my plate?" Sha Wuseng shook Zhang Qing and asked anxiously.

"Who are you, why did you come to my store?" Zhang Qing was still a little unconscious.

"It's me? I owe you money to repair your computer yesterday, and I brought you the money today, where's my plate?" Sha Wuseng became more and more anxious.

"Plates?oh, by the way, what's on the table over there!" Zhang Qing remembered a little at this time, and pointed to the pile of powder on the computer table.

"Where, where, where, except for a pile of cigarette ash, how can there be a plate?" Sha Wuseng was sweating down at this moment.

"That's... It's not the ashes, it's your plate...... "Zhang Qing said with a little weakness, but he also broke other people's things!

"What? You said that this pile of cigarette ash is my plate, my treasure of Zhenguan, whoa, yes, yes, Infinite Heavenly Venerable!" Sha Wuseng's head suddenly grew bigger, and he couldn't help but roar.

"Master, be quiet! It's true, I didn't lie to you, since you came here yesterday, I have fallen into blood mold......" Zhang Qing said last night's events from beginning to end. Hearing this, Sha Wuseng was dumbfounded, and his two eyes kept rolling.

"Immeasurable Buddha, are you saying that it turned into a pair of powder after sucking your blood on its own?" asked Sha Wuseng.

"Yes, what am I lying to you for? Now as soon as I close my eyes, there is a big plate in my head, exactly like yours, I say, you want to find a way? Get this thing out of my head? Who can stand it with such a thing in my head? I am dizzy now!" Zhang Qing lamented.

"What do you say?...... Well, tell me what is the situation with the Demon Plate in your head?"

"It's the same as the plate you took out, it's dirty, front and back, one side is white and the other is black, and the white side is surrounded by some patterns, which are similar to the patterns of the carved beams and pillars on your temples and Taoist temples, and the black side is surrounded by some incomprehensible symbols, which are golden, and there are some flame symbols. Zhang Qing closed his eyes and looked at the demon disk in his head and said.

"Master, how can this be? No one has realized the name of the Hall for thousands of years, and it has been taken away here?......" Sha Wuseng didn't ask Zhang Qing anymore at this time, but talked to himself alone.

"Hey, hey, master, can you do it? Take out this damn plate for me? I don't want the rest of the money!" Zhang Qing was even more anxious than Sha Wuseng now.

"I don't know what to do, you try to recover your strength first, I will come over every day for the past two days, tell me in time if there is any situation, this is the money I owed you yesterday!

"Ah? You are still here? I was so unlucky when I met you, and you still rely on it? Do you still have to take care of the food?" Zhang Qing has no strength to go crazy now, but he has no good impression of Sha Wuseng at all!

"Then what should I do? If you give me back the Demon Plate, I'll leave immediately!" said Sha Wuseng confidently.

"Uhh......hh

This Bafang Demon Plate is obviously not a good type, not only occupies a place in Zhang Qing's mind, but also brings serious sequelae! Zhang Qing is listless every day, his mental strength is extremely poor, and he has to sleep for almost 20 hours a day. Except for a few hours in the middle of the day, when it was normal, the rest of the time was sleepy.

Even Lao Gu was shocked. Hurriedly invited Wang Ping over, although he was a doctor in the anorectal department, the basic examination was still fine, but after a series of examinations, Wang Ping could not see any symptoms, heart rate, blood pressure were normal. Sha Wuseng also took the pulse for a long time, and did not find any problems. But just sleep.

However, the hours after Zhang Qing woke up were still very normal, especially the skill of cooking rice was not affected at all, even Lao Gu was cheeky to eat here with a cheeky face. This made Sha Wuseng feel more cordial, and the two foodies could also make a high comment on the taste of the meal. It's just that the expenses are a little bigger, and it costs hundreds of dollars a day for dishes. Lao Gu found out that this monk Lao Dao is even more calculating than himself, and he can eat thieves, and he especially likes to eat meat, which is really a fucking shame for his family!

No, as soon as Zhang Qing slept again after eating, Sha Wuseng stayed in Lao Gu's lottery shop worriedly and drank two cups of tea!

"Monk Sha! Can you do it? If not, I think it's better to send it to the hospital? If this continues, I'm afraid that this kid will become a vegetative person! This grandson still owes me 5,000 yuan!" Lao Gu also said in an unhappy mood.

"Alas, donor, money is something outside the body, why bother with it!" Sha Wuseng closed his eyes and read some words.

"What is outside the body, then you didn't pull out a dime when you were shopping for vegetables, and now what are you talking to me about things outside the body?" Lao Gu exclaimed with disdain.

"Isn't it that the poor Dao has no money!" Sha Wuseng didn't feel unreasonable at all, and said with the presence of the old god.

"That's because you don't have a deep Taoism, a Taoist monk or an old Taoist can build a temple with a year's incense money!"

"No, no, poor Dao is unwilling to intervene in this worldly matter! For the sake of you and me, I can give you some advice!" Sha Wuseng said with his eyes half-opened.

"Say it! I'm not selling well in the lottery shop right now, what tricks do you have?" Lao Gu snorted.

"Donor, according to my observation, you lack fire in the five elements!"

"Old Dao! According to my observation, you owe a beating!"