Chapter 344: The Way to Choose the Head

The head of Ping in the stands rubbed his hands and begged Master Su with a treacherous face, but Master Su just ignored Master Ping.

Seeing this scene, the head of Longhu Mountain on the side saw this scene and then recalled the reaction of Su Zhangmen when he came to power before, and thought in his heart whether there would be any grand things in Longhu Mountain in the future and also asked Su Zhangmen to sing two songs, but after seeing the sad face of Ping, he immediately rejected this idea.

The situation inside the stands is unknown to the people in the square, but the scene that is being arranged on the platform can be seen in their eyes.

I saw that a few small Taoist priests from Maoshan were carrying a table up.

I don't know if it's because the head of Ping promised everyone, or because he was really interested in the election method of Maoshan, I saw that everyone under the square chatted.

"You see, they moved a table to fight the law."

"It's possible, it looks like it's possible that the four of them are fighting together."

"It's unlikely, how can such a small table be opened, I think it should be better than a drawing talisman."

"That's right, you see they've all moved chairs!"

"Not necessarily, the smaller the space in the fight, the more you can see the depth of a person's Taoism!"

"I remember that the way Maoshan chooses the head of the house is not based on the level of the Tao, it is unlikely to be the category of fighting method drawing!"

"Hearing you say this, I also remember, I remember that the last time Maoshan chose the head of the house, it seems that he was spelling something else?"

"What's that?"

"I don't know, I just met a disciple of Maoshan when I was on a mission before, and I heard him say vaguely."

"Hey! You see, they're coming up with something new! ”

I saw that the two disciples of Maoshan were working together to hold a wooden plank up, and on top of the wooden board there was a thing similar to a pyramid shape, but this thing was now covered with red cloth, and I didn't know what it was.

Maoshan's disciples put the wooden plank on the table, and the wooden board fit the table perfectly, and it was laid out without any mistake.

As soon as the wooden board was covered, I saw that the four protagonists this time, Zifeng, Ziyun, Zidi, and Ziliu, also came up at some point, and the four of them sat on the four chairs next to the table without saying a word.

"Shall we take a gamble before they pull the cloth open?"

"Bet on what?"

"I bet the four of them are fighting!"

"They all sat down, how could it be a fighting method, it must be a drawing talisman!"

"Who said they can't fight when they sit down, you say bet or not?"

"Bet! How much to bet! ”

"Fifty thousand!"

"Yes!"

The two people below are betting, and Zhang Yi and his party on the viewing platform are also arguing.

"You say it's absolutely impossible to have anything to do with Taoism?" Zhang Yi picked his nose and said, "Where did you get your confidence?"

"Don't believe me?" Yan Bo said with his hands behind his back: "Do you dare to bet?"

"Bet!?" Zhang Yi swept the confident Yan Bo and said, "How do I feel that you are playing a trap on me!"

"Look at your cowardice, you brother Bo and I will suffer a little loss!" Yan Bo straightened his stomach and said, "Five thousand one bet, how about one to ten!"

"Oh~~~" Zhang Yi thought for a while and said: "That is to say, if I lose, I only need to give you 5,000, and if I win, you will give me 50,000?"

"That's right! To come? Yan Bo said provocatively.

"Come!" Zhang Yi responded in one bite.

Just kidding, how can such a good thing not come, on the one hand, Taoism is not only fighting and drawing talismans, but I don't know how much else it contains! Besides, it's still 1 to 10, how can you not come with such a good thing of giving money!

"How much?" Yan Bo asked lightly.

"One bet!" Zhang Yi's face was not red, and his heart was not beating.

"You coward! I only dare to press one bet like this! Yan Bo said disdainfully.

"I'm afraid you'll lose too badly!" Zhang Yi's face was not red, and his heart was not beating.

"No, try to come, it's better to let me lose!" Yan Bo said arrogantly.

"Then I'll raise a few bets too!" Qiu Shaotian said.

"I'm here to liven up the atmosphere, too." Lu Jianbo also spoke.

"Yan Daoyou! Please let you press a few bets under it! The Fat Dao man also stepped in and came in.

"Come, come, come! Come on! Yan Bo raised his hand and took it all.

"Huh! Brother Fan, aren't you coming? Zhang Yi looked at the indifferent Wang Fan curiously and asked.

Fairy Ying and Ah Ying don't come, Zhang Yi can still understand. But Wang Fan didn't come, Zhang Yi wondered, after all, Wang Fan is usually proficient in eating, drinking, prostituting and gambling, if he wasn't familiar with him, no one would treat him as a monk.

"No, not interested!" Wang Fan shook his head and refused.

As soon as Zhang Yi and his party finished pressing, a small Taoist priest on the platform reached out and grabbed the red cloth, which was about to be lifted.

"It's coming, it's coming! I will be able to get a white girl ticket for 50,000 yuan soon! Zhang Yi thought secretly in his heart.

With a "bang", the red cloth was lifted, revealing the true face of the pyramid-shaped thing inside.

Zhang Yi: "Hold the sun!" Σ(っ °Д °; )っ

Qiu Shaotian: "Ni Wang Ma!" (*ﾟﾛﾟ)!!

Lu Jianbo: "!" ヽ(＊｀Д´)ノ

Fat Daoren: "This cow temple is ......" ヾ (。 ￣□￣)ツ

Not only did the people on the viewing platform burst into foul language, but the people below the square also burst into foul language and spewed old blood.

I saw that under the red cloth was not the Taoist tool that everyone imagined, but a stacked set of mahjong tiles.

Zifeng, Ziyun, Ziliu, and Zidi, who were at the table, seemed to have already known the selection method, and put a bunch of mahjong tiles and began to rub mahjong directly.

"Quick, quick, quick!" Yan Bo spread his hands with a red face and said, "Give money, give money!"

"Did you already know?" Zhang Yi said unhappily.

"Why do you want to pay your debts!?" Yan Bo turned his face and said, "I am willing to lose the bet!"

"I'm just curious about what you know if it's not a Taoist class?" Zhang Yi took out his mobile phone and transferred 5,000 yuan.

"The last time I protected Uncle Feng, the person who came to Maoshan behind me was deduced from that Ziliu's mouth." Yan Bo took his mobile phone and said as he collected the transferred money.

At this time, Zhang Yi finally understood why Wang Fan didn't come to get involved.

"That's it! If I don't say it, I will share half of the money I earn! Wang Fan leaned on the windowsill and said lightly.

"Don't worry, this will be transferred to you!" Yan Bo pressed it on his phone.

Dare to love these two people colluded and set up Zhang Yi and others together!

Fortunately, Zhang Yi only pressed one bet and lost 5,000 yuan, but Qiu Shaotian, Lu Jianbo and Fat Daoren lost miserably.

Qiu Shaotian pressed four notes, Lu Jianbo pressed seven notes, and the fat daoren pressed ten notes, and even lost his underwear!

In this wave of bets, Yan Bo and Wang Fan made 105,000 yuan, and after the equal share, each white girl asked for 52,500 yuan.