Chapter 143 The God of Wealth is coming
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Li Yue Wu Sheng
"Apprentice is willing to accept any punishment, please don't blame Feng Liu!"
Dugu Mingyu helped Zhao Churan up distressedly and gently wiped away her tears.
"Okay, let's see how you all look."
"On the contrary, your master was caught in the middle and made to look like a villain. No one is to blame for this matter. Just teach him. He also has the qualifications. Don't cry, be good——"
"Really, Master, you don't blame Feng Liu?"
Zhao Churan blinked his wet eyes and asked with sobs.
"Well, when did master lie to you?!"
As he said this, Dugu Mingyu felt quite helpless in his heart.
His apprentice was obviously moved.
Fortunately, it seemed that Feng Liu was sincerely willing to protect Chu Ran.
But she still couldn't believe Feng Liu's statement about cultivating Taoism.
Dugu Mingyu looked at Feng Liu with his hands behind his back, his eyes revealing a hint of inquiry, and his voice reminded him coldly.
"Nowadays, looking at the entire Dragon Kingdom, the vast majority of people value Buddhism over Taoism."
"As a businessman, you should know that building Buddhist temples is a very profitable business, so that you can make more money."
"Taoist temples will only make you lose money."
Feng Liu smiled inwardly, and his pupils trembled outwardly. It looked like he was greatly insulted by what Dugu Mingyu said.
He straightened his back with some excitement and retorted righteously.
"Master Tao! How can something of faith be used to make money?"
"Although I am a businessman, it does not mean that I have no faith, nor does it mean that I have lost my conscience because of making money!"
"Buddhism in its prosperous times and its path in troubled times!"
"My mother had always believed in Taoism very devoutly during her lifetime, but she later died of illness..."
The more he spoke, the quieter Fengliu's voice became.
When he mentioned his deceased mother, his expression became sad because of the sadness.
Watching his every move, Dugu Mingyu was stunned for a moment, his eyes flashing slightly.
She murmured and wanted to speak, but in the end she said nothing.
Just a faint sigh.
Seeing Feng Liu like this, Zhao Churan reached out his hand distressedly and patted his shoulder gently.
"I am sorry for your loss......"
At this moment.
There was a strange movement, there was a burst of noise outside the restaurant, and the waiter screamed in panic.
Dugu Mingyu's expression moved slightly, and his jade hand was already on the fly whisk.
Feng Liu and Zhao Churan looked at each other with stern expressions.
Outside the restaurant.
The lights were bright, and the God of Wealth found out that the Fengliu people were here, so he immediately brought a large number of people and rushed there angrily.
Confronted with Feng Liu's bodyguard outside the restaurant.
The God of Wealth's martial arts skills are naturally far inferior to the God of Killing who lives by killing people.
Since Feng Liu could easily kill the God of Death, it might be even easier to kill him.
So this time, he was fully prepared.
We spent a lot of money to invite thirty experts!
Among the people he knew, except for the Black Dragon King, no one had the strength to escape from the hands of so many masters!
"Fengliu, this place today is the place where you will die!"
The God of Wealth's eyes were full of evil, and he said to himself confidently.
"Kill me!"
"Remember that Fengliu wants to arrest him alive, and anything else is up to him! I want to take his life myself!"
He raised his left hand holding the huge gold ingot and roared.
The masters obeyed the order, raised their weapons in unison, and rushed into the restaurant impatiently.
In less than a minute, all the people outside the restaurant were killed by the God of Wealth and his masters.
"I didn't expect that the God of Death would die in the hands of such a thing, Feng Liu, I thought you were so powerful! It seems like it's nothing more than that!"
Dugu Mingyu helped Zhao Churan up distressedly and gently wiped away her tears.
"Okay, let's see how you all look."
"On the contrary, your master was caught in the middle and made to look like a villain. No one is to blame for this matter. Just teach him. He also has the qualifications. Don't cry, be good——"
"Really, Master, you don't blame Feng Liu?"
Zhao Churan blinked his wet eyes and asked with sobs.
"Well, when did master lie to you?!"
As he said this, Dugu Mingyu felt quite helpless in his heart.
His apprentice was obviously moved.
Fortunately, it seemed that Feng Liu was sincerely willing to protect Chu Ran.
But she still couldn't believe Feng Liu's statement about cultivating Taoism.
Dugu Mingyu looked at Feng Liu with his hands behind his back, his eyes revealing a hint of inquiry, and his voice reminded him coldly.
"Nowadays, looking at the entire Dragon Kingdom, the vast majority of people value Buddhism over Taoism."
"As a businessman, you should know that building Buddhist temples is a very profitable business, so that you can make more money."
"Taoist temples will only make you lose money."
Feng Liu smiled inwardly, and his pupils trembled outwardly. It looked like he was greatly insulted by what Dugu Mingyu said.
He straightened his back with some excitement and retorted righteously.
"Master Tao! How can something of faith be used to make money?"
"Although I am a businessman, it does not mean that I have no faith, nor does it mean that I have lost my conscience because of making money!"
"Buddhism in its prosperous times and its path in troubled times!"
"My mother had always believed in Taoism very devoutly during her lifetime, but she later died of illness..."
The more he spoke, the quieter Fengliu's voice became.
When he mentioned his deceased mother, his expression became sad because of the sadness.
Watching his every move, Dugu Mingyu was stunned for a moment, his eyes flashing slightly.
She murmured and wanted to speak, but in the end she said nothing.
Just a faint sigh.
Seeing Feng Liu like this, Zhao Churan reached out his hand distressedly and patted his shoulder gently.
"I am sorry for your loss......"
At this moment.
There was a strange movement, there was a burst of noise outside the restaurant, and the waiter screamed in panic.
Dugu Mingyu's expression moved slightly, and his jade hand was already on the fly whisk.
Feng Liu and Zhao Churan looked at each other with stern expressions.
Outside the restaurant.
The lights were bright, and the God of Wealth found out that the Fengliu people were here, so he immediately brought a large number of people and rushed there angrily.
Confronted with Feng Liu's bodyguard outside the restaurant.
The God of Wealth's martial arts skills are naturally far inferior to the God of Killing who lives by killing people.
Since Feng Liu could easily kill the God of Death, it might be even easier to kill him.
So this time, he was fully prepared.
We spent a lot of money to invite thirty experts!
Among the people he knew, except for the Black Dragon King, no one had the strength to escape from the hands of so many masters!
"Fengliu, this place today is the place where you will die!"
The God of Wealth's eyes were full of evil, and he said to himself confidently.
"Kill me!"
"Remember that Fengliu wants to arrest him alive, and anything else is up to him! I want to take his life myself!"
He raised his left hand holding the huge gold ingot and roared.
The masters obeyed the order, raised their weapons in unison, and rushed into the restaurant impatiently.
In less than a minute, all the people outside the restaurant were killed by the God of Wealth and his masters.
"I didn't expect that the God of Death would die in the hands of such a thing, Feng Liu, I thought you were so powerful! It seems like it's nothing more than that!"
