Daming Super Daddy

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It turned out that the third brother was not suffering from the habit of breaking his sleeves, but was carrying out the orders given by His Highness King Han.

They were so scared to death!

"My lord will come in later, you old thief, don't fix those vain ones, you can do whatever the lord tells you to do? Do you understand?" Huang San kept moving his hands, and continued.

"Hehe...hehe..." Huang San couldn't speak, there was still a piece of foot wrap stuffed in his mouth.

Hearing the sound of hehe, Huang San thought he was dishonest, and said angrily: "You motherfucker, it's too dishonest to be so hehe, it seems that you have suffered less!"

puff……

Huang San pulled out the silver needle stuck on Yuan Kun's Zhishi acupoint and replaced it with another acupoint. The expression on Yuan Kun's face this time was very strange. Call it joy, but also a bit of pain. It's just weird anyway. .

This time Huang San was merciful and didn't torture him for so long, he pulled out the silver needle after tea time, and even took out the foot wrap.

"Hoohoo!"

Finally, he let go of the torture. Looking at the five burly men in front of him, the old monk Yuan Kun was panting heavily, his whole body was smooth and smooth.

There's no way, it's been tortured, and it's been tortured to pieces!

What is this all about?

Back then when he became a monk, he just watched him become a monk. The temple would take care of food and drink, and there was a monthly allowance.

Three years ago, he finally killed his senior brother and inherited this Baocha Temple.

Just relying on the things in the Book of Changes and Physiognomy to make a name for himself, and he hasn't lived a comfortable life for a few years, so he fucked up this matter, who did he provoke?

Thinking about the experience of crying and laughing, numbness and itching just now, Yuan Kun wiped his forehead with lingering fear, and looked at Huang San with fear.

"The old thief is bald, have you figured it out?"

Huang San pulled out a chair and walked over, saying: "You can do whatever the lord tells you, don't try to play tricks! Otherwise... I forgot to tell you, the silver needle point of the official is a monk halfway, and the next If you do this once, you may stab Shenting and Baihui points with a trembling hand, and your death will be considered in vain at that time!"

After saying this, Huang San didn't look at Yuan Kun's expression, and said directly to a soldier: "Go to the teahouse opposite, and invite the prince over, I'll watch this old thief bald here!"

"Yes, third brother!" The soldier turned around and ran out of Baocha Temple with quick hands and feet. (To be continued.)

Chapter 2 Yuan Kun's Deeds

At the other end, the tea is almost done.

Han Qingshan, who was always thinking about the situation at the opposite Baocha Temple, suddenly said to Zhu Song: "My lord, we are here."

Zhu Song glanced out the window and said: "It seems that Huang San's work efficiency is quite fast, it's only been half an hour, and he actually talked to the host of Baocha Temple.

"My lord, you don't know anything!"

Hearing Zhu Song's words, Han Qingshan laughed softly, and said: "The abbot of Baocha Temple, Yuan Kun, doesn't look like he has a certain knowledge of Buddhism, Yijing, and physiognomy, but he is actually a fortune-teller who relies on 'tricks' to read fortunes. Thief monk. As long as the third brother threatens a little, I believe the old monk will give in!"

"I see!"

Zhu Song patted the table and said, "But didn't you say that this guy's physiognomy and geomantic skills are very effective? And he is quite famous among the people in the surrounding counties."

Han Qingshan nodded, and said: "My lord, this is Yuan Kun's brilliance. His own ability is not very good, but he has several nephews who are still capable. Deception' has been perfected, so six or seven of the ten signs can still be effective."

"Yeah!" Zhu Song nodded and said, "It seems that this guy is not all luck!"

While the two were talking, the soldier trotted in, saluted Zhu Songgong and said, "My lord, the third brother has already dealt with it, do you want to go there now?"

"Have you finally figured it out after waiting for so long? Uncle Songhuang, let's go quickly. I'm tired of staying here without even drinking!" Zhu Youxuan's lazy state suddenly became lively.

Zhu Song stood up, nodded and said, "Then go."

Zhu Youxi smiled and stood up first.

A group of accompanying soldiers also quickly stood up and followed behind everyone.

Zhu Song deliberately slowed down, and said to the soldier who came to report earlier: "What method did Huang San use to get him out so quickly?"

The soldier had a strange expression on his face, and said: "My lord, third brother, third brother took off the clothes of the old monk Yuan Kun, and pricked the old monk twice with a silver needle, and the old monk became honest." .”

"Silver needle?"

Hearing what the soldier said, Zhu Song was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said: "When did Huang San learn how to prick acupuncture points with silver needles? It seems that this king really underestimated Huang San."

The soldier was silent, but his eyes showed the lingering fear in his heart.

When the group arrived at the gate of Baocha Temple, they did not go straight into his meditation room located in the innermost part of Baocha Temple. Instead, they formally ordered people to hand over name stickers, and waited quietly at the gate for the monks inside to come out to greet them.

To tell the truth, those who came to Baocha Temple to read and tell fortunes were all of small fortune, and some were even officials in the court, so they were full of curiosity about Zhu Song and the others who were guarded by soldiers.

Not long after, a little novice came out and saluted Zhu Song: "My little monk has met His Highness King Han, His Highness King Han is a thousand years old!"

The little novice clasped his hands together formally and performed the Buddhist ritual, as if intending to tell the people around him the news of King Han's arrival, with a loud voice.

"Han, His Royal Highness King Han?"

"Didn't it mean that His Royal Highness King Han is in Qinghua County? Why did he appear in our Fufeng Town?"

"You are stupid, the prince only stayed in Qinghua County for a few days and then came to Fufeng County. I heard that he admires Famen Temple and came here to burn incense and worship Buddha!"

The surrounding melon-eating people were muttering and discussing in their mouths, but at least the news that Zhu Song came to Baocha Temple in Fufeng Town was spread through the mouths of these people.

"Free gift!"

Zhu Song waved to the little monk, and led the crowd into Baocha Temple.

The little monk led Zhu Song and others all the way into the old monk's meditation room, which was still full of majesty and majesty.

However, the monks in the meditation room had long since lost their air of eminent monks. They stood by the wall one by one, with their bodies stretched straight, like soldiers who got up early and waited for inspection.

Huang San, who was looking at them in the room, saw Zhu Song leading people in, stepped forward and said:

"My lord, this person is Yuan Kun, the abbot of Baocha Temple, and the young monks beside him are Yuan Kun's apprentices."

"Oh!" Zhu Song stroked his chin and sized Yuan Kun up and down. After a long while, he suddenly laughed and said, "Master Yuan Kun, I've admired him for a long time, I've admired him for a long time!"

Yuan Kun trembled all over, and said: "Poor, the poor monk has seen His Royal Highness Han! Yuan Chun, hurry up, quickly serve tea to His Royal Highness Han and all the adults! Some time ago, Lord Lu in Beijing sent some tea. The best quality Biluochun, hurry to get it and brew it."

"Ah? Yes, I'll go now!" The little novice replied, but before leaving, he dragged away all his senior brothers.

There is no way, there are so many people in the meditation room, even if he uses all his feet, he can't bring more than ten cups of tea!

He found a shop by himself and sat down, Zhu Song said: "Master Yuan Kun, your business is booming here, I don't think there may be many pilgrims from you in Famen Temple!"

The old monk Yuan Kun smiled flatteringly, and said: "My lord is joking, how can the poor monk's small Baocha Temple compare with Famen Temple? It's just that the benefactors look down on the poor monk."