"Damn, no money?"

The little Taoist priest scolded in a low voice.

was about to reluctantly withdraw from the crowd, but he saw a small ingot of silver, at least one or two or so, delivered to him.

"If you want to be rich and bet more, whose child cries every day, and which gambler loses every day?"

I saw a tall white-clothed scholar with a handsome face, who read two lines of poetry gently, and said: "It's just a matter of winning or losing for a while, if the little brother wants to win the capital back, I can use this bit of silver." ”

The little Taoist priest, who had already lost his red eyes, looked up at the white-clothed scholar, frowned slightly, and said unceremoniously: "Thank you brother for the silver, Xiaodao will pay you back if he wins the capital back." ”

This white-clothed scholar was naturally Zhao Li, and he just smiled slightly at this time.

He observed the whole process of this little Taoist gambling, from beginning to end there are more than 100 coppers, this two pieces of silver is equivalent to 1,000 coppers, and see how this little Taoist priest should repay the money - it is impossible to win to win, and he has never heard of borrowing money to go to the gambling table and turning it back.

"Hell, I lost again!"

The performance of the little Taoist priest on the gambling table was as Zhao Li expected, one or two silver into the hands of the gambler, no longer than more than a hundred copper coins, although there were not a few small wins in the middle, but after half an hour, these two silver ingots were also successfully lost.

"Ahem—"

The little Taoist priest rubbed his cheeks, which were a little hot, and said to Zhao Li behind him with a little embarrassment: "That, brother, I'm sorry, do you have any silver, lend me a little more?" I will definitely win you back the money." ”

Zhao Li smiled slightly, spread out his palm, and saw that there was a larger piece of silver in his hand, at least two or two.

"Thank you, thank you!"

The little Taoist priest's eyes lit up, and he reached out to grab the piece of silver, but Zhao Li shook his hand violently.

"Wait, you already owe me a tael of silver, what if you lose these two taels of silver?"

Zhao Li said slowly.

"I won't lose!"

The little Taoist priest grabbed the corner of Zhao Li's clothes, looking like he was swearing with a gambling curse.

"There is no evidence, or else, do you have any collateral, put it with me for the time being, and when you win back the money, you will redeem it. ”

Zhao Li shook his head and pointed to the burden of the little Taoist priest.

The little Taoist priest thought for a while, and did so, and opened the baggage, only to see that there were some yellow paper, talismans, cinnabar, incense, incense candles and other things, and even a money sword made of copper coins and red threads.

"Then you choose, what do you want?"

Zhao Li frowned, flipped through the baggage, and saw that there was a thin book at the bottom, although he only saw the corner of this book, he could also feel that saliva was naturally secreted in his mouth.

It's just that Zhao Li was born as an actor, and he is the kind with enough strength to win the little golden man, so he still has a dissatisfied look on his face, and said: "Only these things? How can these things be worth my three taels of silver? It's just that for the sake of gambling friends, I will take your burden first, and you will win back the money, and then come to exchange it! If you don't agree, then do it, you return my one or two taels of silver first!"

The little Taoist priest was a little hesitant, in the eyes of outsiders who didn't know the goods, this burden might be worthless—even the money sword used to ward off evil spirits was actually only tied with one hundred and eight copper coins.

But for him, these are the guys who eat, and if he really loses, he is afraid that it will be difficult to explain to the master when he returns to the temple.

Just seeing that Zhao Li looked reluctant and aggressive, this little Taoist priest didn't have the confidence to say no, so he simply stuffed the whole burden into Zhao Li's arms, took two taels of silver from Zhao Li's hand, and said: "Then you are here to take care of Xiaodao's things, and Xiaodao will win you back the money!"

Although this little Taoist priest said heroicly, but he was also a little apprehensive in his heart - not to mention the copper he lost, these three taels of silver are really not a small amount of money, if they are all lost, it will be difficult to pay back, if the other party makes trouble in the City God Temple and is known by the master...

Thinking of this, the little Taoist priest didn't dare to lose again, only to see him staring at the bets on the table with all his attention, his lips moving slightly, as if he was whispering something, and a few fingers in his hands were also rubbing under the table.

But in a quarter of an hour, this little Taoist priest was like a god possessed, and his good luck was repeated, and he slaughtered all sides in this good luck gambling house, and won back all the money he had previously exported.

It's just that this time the little Taoist finally knows that he will accept it when he sees it, and he doesn't dare to gamble anymore - even if he wants to continue, he has to redeem the guy who eats at his house first.

The little Taoist priest turned around with the silver, but he couldn't help it.

Behind him was empty at this time, and the white-clothed scholar who was holding his burden was gone.

···

Fang Mansion.

in the room.

Zhao Li sat at the table - well, this is a new table, the Fang family is rich, the table in Teacher Xixi's room is rotten, and it is not a big deal to replace it with a new one.

On the table was the burden of the little Taoist priest, and the contents had been taken out one by one and sorted and placed.

It's afternoon now, and in a few quarters of an hour, it's time for dinner, and after that, even if it's night, Zhao Li doesn't want to be disturbed by someone tonight.

"Celestial Master Talisman?"

Zhao Li picked up a book from the bottom of the burden and read out the words on the cover.

"It turns out that it is not only the classics that the reader has studied that can make me feel that my appetite in the face of this feudal superstitious book is even stronger than the last time I faced Old Man Yuan's "History of Lin"..."

Zhao Li muttered softly, and opened the "Heavenly Master Talisman" in his hand.

The pages inside were heavily yellowed, apparently quite old, and some of the pages inside were crumpled and seemed to have been soaked in water, and some of the pages were splashed with some red-black spots - according to Zhao Li's experience, these spots were probably traces left by blood clotting...

Zhao Liqiang endured the tempting aroma and appetite, and briefly flipped through the book—this was definitely what he needed most right now.

Although the title of this book is "Heavenly Master Runes", it only takes up about half of the space about the production and outline of various talismans, and the other half is to introduce some common demons and monsters, as well as how to deal with some "evil things", and there is also a Taoist mental formula that seems quite esoteric -

This thing, even if Zhao Li inherited the Xiucai diploma of the original owner Zhao Anchun, there is no way to understand it, it uses a lot of Taoist professional terms, and it is simply foggy for people to read. (https:)

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