The System Let Me Go Fortune Telling

Chapter 385 Bicha’s Weakness

Namu put Little Brother in his arms and looked at the few people who were lying on the ground, twitching slightly from time to time.

At this time, Zou Hai and Fan Peng stepped up the crunching stairs.

“Zou Uncle! Fan Uncle!”

“And Big Brother, you are here too!”

Namu was pleasantly surprised. She did not expect that these three kind people would come at this critical moment.

Ignoring the people lying on the ground, Zou Hai went straight to Namu’s side.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine with Little Brother,” Namu said, “but my Big Brother is injured!”

The rock lying on the summer mat asked very weakly: “Shui’er, who are they?”

“Big Brother, they are Uncle who kindly helped Little Brother.”

Stone tried to struggle to sit up, but because of the serious injury, he finally gave up.

“Thank you, Buddha bless you!”

Wu Jun came over and asked Namu, “Do you remember that there was a Big Brother with dyed hair just now?”

Namu nodded in confusion.

“He asked you to be a guide and promised to pay you.”

“But… I didn’t care about him in the end,” Namu said worriedly. “He didn’t get lost afterwards, right?”

Wu Jun smiled, this little girl is really innocent.

“It’s okay, he has gone home,” he said, “he asked me to pay you, and now you tell me, do you want a sum of money or do you want me to help you with Big Brother?”

Namu blinked Shuiling’s big eyes, then looked at Big Brother lying on the bed.

Finally, he said: “Big Brother, please help me Big Brother heal my injuries!”

“Okay,” Wu Jun said when he came to the stone mat, “if I cure you now, can you answer some of my questions?”

Stone hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded.

He knew that he was hurt very badly, and he was still conscious now, completely relying on him to hold on.

But he didn’t know how long he could last.

If he dies, no one will take care of Little Brother Little Sister.

So instead of some money, he hopes he can live well and watch Little Brother Little Sister grow up.

Wu Jun took out a Celestial Pill.

After taking the Heavenly Master Pill, Shishi closed his eyes and rested for a while, his consciousness became more and more clear, his head was no longer dizzy, and the injuries on his body were no longer painful.

He tried to sit up from the summer mat, touched his already swollen face, and found that he was completely healed.

“Are you a disciple of the Buddha?” Shishi asked in surprise, “It’s so amazing!”

“Big Brother, you are really all right!”

“Great, Big Brother, we don’t have to be afraid anymore!”

Namu and her Little Brother plunged into the arms of the stone together, crying.

When their siblings were in deep affection, Wu Jun and Fan Peng dragged the thugs in the house into the mud ditch outside.

This place is black and light, so there is no need to worry about being seen.

When he came back, the stone had already recovered its calm.

“Sirs,” Shishi said very politely, “Thank you for your help. If you have any questions, just ask.”

“My question is actually the same as those people just now.”

Hearing this, Shishi’s face changed slightly.

But in front of me is the own savior, and I have promised it just now.

Finally he shook his lips and decided to tell the truth.

In fact, even if he kept hiding it, he couldn’t make enough money in his life, so he bought that house back.

As long as it’s not cheap, check that bad guy.

However, Shishi’s memory is not very clear, after all, when his father died, he was only ten years old.

Many things were told by his mother intermittently before he died.

Back then, his father listened to a Feng Shui teacher and took a fancy to that place, so he decided to build a house there.

Although the process was tortuous, the house was built and the family moved in smoothly.

In a short period of time, because it was Feng Shui’s treasure land, his father’s business suddenly became popular, which was extremely eye-catching.

But his father has a bad habit and likes to gamble.

Picardi used this point and joined forces with some people to make his father lose his fortune and take away the house.

My father regretted and blamed himself so much that he chose to commit suicide.

Four orphans and widows were left behind and came to this remote shanty town.

Later, his mother became depressed and died soon after.

At that time, Stone borrowed a lot of money in order to treat his mother’s illness, but later learned that Bicha had someone lent it to them.

Bicha somehow knew that the place was Feng Shui’s treasure, but the haunted rumors made him afraid to act rashly. He might think that Chen did something to the house or place before he died.

So for the past two years, he has been trying to ask Shishi, the secret of that house.

However, Shishi made money by punching, and has been paying off his debts, leaving him little chance to fight cruelly.

“Actually, there is no big secret,” Shishi finally said. “The Feng Shui master of the year only said that if he built a house there, he would make a fortune in business, and he would be promoted as an official.

“But he persuaded that it is best to use it as a holiday villa and not to stay for a long time, otherwise disasters will be imminent.

“It may be that my dad wants to make money too much, so he ignored this.”

Hearing what Shishi said, Wu Jun could be regarded as having a general outline of what happened back then.

It seems that Bicha bit the house and refuses to let it go. It is really possible that he knows this is Feng Shui’s treasure land.

But he shouldn’t be to make a fortune, nor is it to be promoted.

Maybe there is another reason.

“You guys rest first.”

Wu Jun walked out of the stilted building alone and sat on the stairs outside, letting his consciousness return to the sea of ​​consciousness.

Now he wants to take a good look at Bicha’s image.

Since ten years ago, he read little by little and copied all the doubtful details to the U disk of the Heavenly Master.

He doesn’t understand their language, so after sorting it out, he still needs to find a reliable translator.

In this way, he sat until the east turned white before waking up from the cold morning breeze.

Zou Hai and Fan Peng spent the night on the floor, their eyes were red and bloodshot.

“Master, how is it?”

“There is a clue, but I still need an interpreter to help me confirm,” Wu Jun said, “This place is temporarily unavailable. Let them follow us back to the hotel.”

…

Back in the hotel, Wu Jun turned on the computer, plugged in the U-disk of the Heavenly Master, and copied out dozens of intercepted images.

Wu Jun doesn’t want to let Stone know too much, so the best translation is Namu.

In fact, Shishi usually doesn’t call her Namu, but instead calls her Shuier, or Chen Shuier, which is also her nickname.

Among the images he captured, some of them were of Picha’s meeting with the person behind him, and some of his meeting with a monk.

With Chen Shui’er’s patient translation, Wu Jun finally learned the reason why Bicha did not sell the house.

Sure enough, Zou Hai was right.

The monk told Bicha that as long as he was buried in that place after death, he would be able to reincarnate smoothly, without having to endure the endless torture of The Underworld.

More than 90% of people in Thailand believe in Buddhism. Although Bicha is a villain, he still has a deep respect for the Buddha.

He is not afraid of death, but he is really afraid of going to The Underworld after death, and he will never live beyond life.

But Thailand is Theravada Buddhism, and the monk saves himself but does not save the world. No one can help him do things after his death and save his evil spirits.

Now that there is a treasure of Feng Shui that can exempt him from this punishment, how can he easily let go?

This may be his only weakness.

And he hadn’t lied before. If he died unfortunately, all his property would belong to the person behind him.

Wu Jun was fortunate that he did not act rashly, which caused more trouble.

But now that he knows his weaknesses, it will be easier to handle.

If Bicha believes in Buddha, then give him a true Buddha!

So he immediately contacted the old monk Jinglin, hoping that his old man would come to Thailand for a trip.

But the old monk was getting older, and Wu Jun was worried that something happened to him on the road, so he asked Fang Heng to accompany him.

A few days later, Wu Jun saw old monk Jinglin again at the airport.

After half a year’s absence, the old monk’s spirits became more vigorous.

As the saying goes, people rely on clothing, and Buddha rely on gold.

Before leaving, Wu Jun asked Fang Heng to buy him a gold silk Kasaya and a gold-plated Zen stick.

Under the sunlight, the golden light was shining, and it looked like Dharma was boundless. Many people at the airport greeted him from a distance.

“Master Jinglin, you finally came.”

Old monk: “Donor, Savadika no!”

Wu Jun:…

“Yes, I have learned this local language!”

The old monk Jinglin took out his mobile phone silently, and lightly opened a software: “If you want to be good at work, you must first sharpen your tools. Since you are here to save people, the old monk must be prepared. This is an instant translation software. , Of course, it’s paid.”

Wu Jun: …Old monk, your mobile phone is more slippery than mine!

If he knew there was such an easy-to-use software, what kind of translation would he look for?

“Master,” Fang Heng carried a big travel bag filled with Celestial Master vegetables, “the crabs you raised have grown up, and they are fierce and fierce. I have to feed them two to three hundred catties every day. Fish, they are not enough to eat.”

“I’ll talk about crabs later,” Wu Jun took out a cucumber from his bag and snapped a bite. Not to mention that he hadn’t eaten it for a long time, he still missed it. “How about Da Hei and Jasmine?”

“It’s all very good, I sent Sister Xiaoyu there.”

“Yes, this time I will have a good time for a few days.”

“Thank you Master!” Fang Heng was going abroad for the first time in his life, and he was a little excited.

On the way back to Pattaya, Wu Jun briefly introduced Bicha to the old monk.

“Master, such a person, can you make him become a Buddha right away?”

“Amitābha,” the old monk looked stern, “there is only one way for a bully to become a Buddha.”

Wu Jun’s eyes lit up and he quickly asked, “What is the solution?”

“You chopped him off with a single knife.”

Wu Jun: …Old monk, you are getting more and more skinny!

“Just kidding,” the old monk said with a smile, “No one’s heart can change between thoughts, at least I haven’t done that way. So the success of this time depends on fate. ”

Wu Jun nodded.

However, he felt that he could still use some auxiliary means and do some special effects to increase the chance of success.