The hand of the boss of Malatang holding the fence trembled a little, why is this hungry and haven't eaten for a few years?

The boss is desperate, he has opened the shop for so many years, and has never done a single loss-making business, in the end it is very simple, even if ordinary people are hungry, eating two bowls is already the limit, plus the boss has a skill, although the potato vermicelli is cheap, but he personally picked potatoes to the factory to make them, it tastes strong and smooth, and it is full, relying on these, he can save enough for his son to buy a down payment.

But what I didn't expect was that today, on this rainy night when the business was bleak, I actually met a strange monster who made him break his money!

"Whew, cool!" Shen Hangchong's scalp was numb from eating, and he finally felt that his stomach was not hungry, so he hiccuped and wiped his mouth with a napkin, "Boss, your spicy hot is so delicious." ”

The boss smiled wryly and said, "Is it enough?

Shen Hangchong saw the boss's almost stiff smile, and understood in his heart that he had eaten too much to scare the boss, and said, "Enough is enough, boss, how much?"

"Five...... Fifty pieces. ”

Shen Hangchong paid the money on his mobile phone, picked up the black umbrella, and said, "Boss, see you next time." ”

"Again...... Good bye. Let's go. The boss looked at Shen Hangchong's departing back, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared, "I'll see you again, next time I won't entertain a starving ghost like you!"

"Ahh

Shen Hangchong passed by the entrance of the Fire God Temple, sneezed for no reason, then stopped, stood at the door of the Fire God Temple with an umbrella, stared at the red wall for a while, and muttered, "What the hell are you doing?"

He was ready to go back, this matter didn't seem to be simple, it wasn't something he could have solved by rushing in, kicking over the incense burner, grabbing the incense and pounding it with a notebook, and he had to figure out the truth of the matter.

What he needs to do most now is to light the yang fire of the Ming God Court.

When he got home, it was already past nine o'clock, and when Shen Hangchong entered the door, he saw Xu Bapo, who was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, eating snacks, and staring at him with a resentful face.

"What?"

"Shen Hangchong, you've been getting weirder and weirder lately!"

Shen Hangchong sighed lightly, turned around and walked towards his room.

Xu Qian ate snacks and muttered: "A dead otaku, I used to go home for takeout for one hundred and one days in a hundred days, but now I often return late at night, is there a female ticket?"

Shen Hangchong returned to the room and sorted out his emotions.

"Peng Peng's matter, the successive burning and killing cases, these are all waiting for Lao Tzu to light up the yang fire of the Divine Court, and I will calculate it with you one by one!"

He took out his notebook from his schoolbag and looked at the title page, it was still [Shenting Yanghuo: 38/100], it seemed that the bath during the day, in addition to increasing his amount of food, had no effect on the increase of Shenting Yanghuo.

"Master, what the hell is this, it's still expensive to die!" Shen Hangchong gritted his teeth a little, and he had a headache when he remembered that he still owed more than 10,000 yuan to Zichen Hall. However, Lao Tzu admitted it, but Shen Hangchong felt that with his teacher's cards, there should be nothing wrong with paying in installments, right?

He placed the statue on top of the notebook, then sat cross-legged on the bed and began to meditate.

Now Shen Hangchong has gradually figured out the trick. In fact, you don't have to keep staring at the Lingguan vine statue, now the rattan statue is too majestic, looking at it directly, his eyes can't stand it in five minutes, and he still sits face to face like this, and uses YY to make it safe.

The last time he used this method, it was against some famous stars.

Shen Hangchong could feel that the stimulation of this Lingguan vine statue on his divine court was like having thousands of small needles pierced in his forehead, not a pain, but a numb feeling. This feeling is like the feeling of squatting in the toilet for a long time......

Call.

Two hours passed in a flash, Shen Hang Chong breathed a long sigh of relief, and finally he couldn't maintain this state, he opened his eyes, looked at the time, and actually two hours had passed, which was a lot better than yesterday's half an hour, I don't know if it was the effect of the pig's blood bath.

"It should be the power of those eight bowls of spicy hot!" Shen Hangchong rubbed his stomach, got out of bed, picked up the statue of Lingguan vine, and muttered, "Could it be that Peng Peng was stupid because he was stimulated to the Divine Court?"

Shen Hangchong remembered the state he was in just now, and sometimes a child's attention, when he focused on one thing, might be more terrifying than an adult.

"Don't think about it, let's find a teacher another day. Shen Hangchong put away the rattan statue, lay back on the bed, and picked up his mobile phone.

The mentally handicapped group "Genius Eleventh Issue" began to behave again.

Ancestor of the Fire Dao: "Teacher, I feel that my forehead is hot, is it the Yang Fire of the Ming God Court?"

Emperor Yan: "You're sao." ”

"Hahahaha. ”

God replied. ”

A group of melon-eating people commented below.

At this time, a person named "Meteor Years" spoke, Shen Hangchong clicked on the opening portrait and found that it was the parallel goods teacher Xu Yongren.

"This student, the Yang Fire of the Divine Court is not to feel the burning of the forehead, in the next lesson, we will teach you how to worship the Fire Ancestor in the Divine Court, and how to make your Yang Fire abundant, so as to achieve a breakthrough. ”

Shen Hangchong saw this text, it seems that this teacher Xu Yongren still has something, it seems that the classmates in the class are too stupid.

Sure enough, after Xu Yongren replied, a series of sand sculpture questions followed.

Feng Aotian: "The yang fire in the body is too strong, is it going to be on fire, teacher?"

"Can the fire be used for heating, teacher?"

Hu Shilong's fat pig blood: "Teacher, can we change the class time to weekday time, the business in the store is too busy." ”

"Classmate Hu, no, you are like this, what can we do, don't work?"

This look is Hu Shengnan, and he actually advertises, this bowl of pig's blood avatar, this group of names, Shen Hangchong can't think of it at all, this is actually a cute little beauty.

Shen Hangchong almost died of laughter on the bed, "Oh no, this group of cute sand sculpture classmates is really funny." ”

He curled up and looked at the chat messages in the group. However, the Divine Court worships the Fire Ancestor, will this conflict with his current meditation on the Spirit Official Vine Statue? Shen Hangchong couldn't help but hesitate a little when he thought of this.

In order to avoid falling into the devil, Shen Hangchong still decided to ask a question.

Toot –

The message is sent.

Shen Hangchong, a transfer student: "Teacher Xu, when I was meditating recently, I felt a numbness at the junction of the left and right frontalis muscles, and I felt like I was being pricked by a needle. ”

Ancestor of the Fire Path: ???

Emperor Yan: "Shen Hangchong, although you have rich theoretical knowledge, you must not ponder the things that can be practiced, beware of going mad." ”

Feng Aotian: "Classmate Shen Hangchong, hurry up and go to the hospital! There is still treatment, it may be a brain tumor." ”

At this time, Xu Yongren issued three ancient "thumbs up".

"Yes, Shen Hangchong, your way is right, but don't be too aggressive before worshipping the Fire Ancestor, so as not to go mad, but before you light the Yang Fire of the Ming Divine Court, it's not a big problem, and you're great, you must have secretly made up the class!"

After Xu Yongren sent out these words, the group fell silent......