Although Wang Yichun may not have cared about that incident, for himself, it is Entong reconstruction.

Since then, he has been doing good deeds every day, and he has always firmly believed that there are still many good people in the world.

Five years ago, he helped an old man who was passing by, the old man was in poor health, and happened to be separated from his family, and all the people did not dare to come forward to help, for fear of being blackmailed.

But he didn't care about it.

In the end, I realized that this old man was not only not a slanderous old man, but the embodiment of the righteousness of the blessed gods.

His son turned out to be the existence of Shangdu that was above the big business group.

"Zhong Hua, forget it, the kindness you should repay has been repaid, he is already decayed, and no one can make the dead wood spring!"

Dongfang walked up to the chief of the card and comforted him.

It turned out that the name of the chief was Zhong Hua.

Zhong Hua sighed!

Since the Wei family even dared to interfere with the Security Bureau, he would let his hands come and go.

Zhong Hua's spirit instantly became strong, and there seemed to be a sharp glow in his eyes, and he wanted to avenge Wang Yichun.

Wang Yichun was originally a simple farmer from the countryside, and after his disdainful down-to-earth hard work, he slowly entered the official career, although he was not highly educated, but he was very simple.

What we do for people is also practical.

But he was finally chosen by the Wei family, and the Wei family had to hold him in his hands in order to expand his influence.

So it was slowly introduced into the enjoyment of the life of a drunken gold fan.

Once, Wang Yichun can still stick to his heart and be clear, and twice, he can barely hold it!

But three or four times, even a dozen times, dozens of times, in the end, he still fell.

Zhang Wuwu looked at Zhong Hua's frustrated appearance by the door, and he realized that the Wei family's trouble was coming.

Turning around and leaving the Security Bureau, he wanted to hurry back to Xiaogam, he was afraid that Nian Guchun would be worried.

But when I went out, I didn't take two steps before I noticed that many people at the door were rushing towards an intersection in the south.

Driven by curiosity, Zhang Wuwu paused for a moment and followed.

The dense crowd of people blocked all the vehicles coming from the east and west and north and south for a while.

Taking a closer look, Zhang Wuwu couldn't help but be happy, isn't this Mo Yinghao! Since this kid's idea of beating Ning Ruolan last time was unsuccessful, he has been unlucky, and nothing has gone wrong all day long.

Didn't you just go to the bank to withdraw money, only to find out where is the money in your bank card?

He was even told that many of his credit and VIP cards were frozen.

This kind of thing happened to him, and he could bear it? After all, the first half of his life was used to the days of clothes and food to reach out and open his mouth.

Previously, his father had been inexplicably killed, and before the Security Bureau could find out the reason, the company under his name announced its closure.

So at the moment, if he wants to continue his life, he can only sell his car.

But his friend who has been drinking and meating for many years, at this time, directly pressed his car to a very low price, not to mention, not to mention that even the money could not be paid in one go, and it had to be paid in installments.

This makes it clear that you don't want to give!

But Mo Yinghao was helpless? Because those "friends" had already spoken, and in Yecheng, no one dared to take over his car except them.

Full of helplessness, he could only count all his hatred on Li Ningyang, because he could vaguely feel that his bad luck was brought to him by Li Ningyang.

When a person is in an extremely bad mood, it is best not to disturb him, otherwise, it will definitely suffer a backlash effect.

No, Mo Yinghao was walking on the road, just when he was upset, but he was stopped by a monk.

After a slight look, the monk's shiny bald head has several ring incense scars, but his face is extremely kind.

A monk's robe is simple and unpretentious, holding a Zen staff in his right hand, the upper end of the Zen staff is made of a kind of metal, curled into a tower shape, and surrounds a circle, which runs through a small ring, and can always make a jingling bell when shaken.

The monk's face is treasured, and at a rough glance, there is a streamer shining.

A monk from the wandering side, or an enlightened monk?

When he saw Mo Yinghao hanging his head and his eyebrows were worried, he knew that he must have encountered something difficult, and the place of heaven was dark and dark.

Out of a Buddhist heart to overcome evil.

The monk blocked Mo Yinghao's way.

He told Mo Yinghao that in the near future, there would be a bloody disaster, and he wanted to help Mo Yinghao resolve it.

But he didn't want Mo Yinghao to treat him as a bald donkey who took advantage of the fire to rob.

"You dead bald donkey, do you feel that the money is easy to make now? You even dare to earn the master's money? And say that I have a bloody disaster, do you see that you yourself have a bloody disaster today?"

Mo Yinghao scolded and looked at the monk, and then kicked directly on the monk's stomach.

The monk staggered back two steps before steady.

"Nanwu Amitabha! If the donor thinks that if you hit me twice, you can be more comfortable, even if you beat the poor monk!"

After the monk finished speaking, he sat cross-legged, put the Zen staff in his hand flat beside him, folded his hands, and prepared to be beaten.

"Fuck, it's really begging, cheap!" Mo Yinghao stepped forward, slapped and kicked, and threw it together.

As if he wanted to vent all the recent unhappiness on the monk's body.

On the other hand, the monk is still as steady as Mount Tai, and he keeps reciting the Buddha's voice in his mouth.

Zhang Wuwu watched coldly, he saw the difference of the monk, and similarly, he also saw the golden body of the treasure sitting in his body.

This Mo Yinghao really doesn't give up when he doesn't see the Yellow River, and he doesn't cry when he doesn't see the coffin!

In order to help him relieve his misfortune, the monk did not hesitate to risk his life, knowing that the fate of Death Ke, once branded, all those who wanted to be friendly to him would be punished.

But Mo Yinghao didn't appreciate it, he didn't expect to be desperately separated from him.

"Donor, you can continue to vent your dissatisfaction with life on me, but I am a Buddha and merciful and don't want to see any more suffering in the world, so I am willing to bear the suffering for the donor, in order to repay the happiness of the donor in the world, as the so-called I don't go to hell, who goes to hell!"

"If the donor is willing to listen to my advice, I am willing to send down my Buddha's Great Compassion Dharma on behalf of the donor to cover up the karmic retribution on the donor!"

Seeing that Mo Yinghao was tired, the monk couldn't help but open his eyes and continue.

"Dead bald donkey, you have karmic retribution!" Mo Yinghao still stared at the monk with his eyes, never believing in the cycle of karma and karmic retribution!

Looking at such a scene, the people around him are a little unaccustomed to Mo Yinghao's approach, whether it is really as the monk said, but at least people are thinking about you.

It's just that if you don't appreciate it, this is beating and scolding, what kind of system is it!

Mo Yinghao looked at the people around him, pointing and pointing, where did he receive this.