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Chapter 332 A Magical Leaf
"Hey, it's better to die than you are living now. Look, your family doesn't make enough money to pay the interest every day. Your mother's illness is getting worse. Even if your father is alive, your family will not If you have a good life, you might as well take the risk, if your father doesn't die, your family will have a happy life in the future."

Qian Laiyi also said: "Mr. Zhang, I think this monk is right. Just sell me your finger. Think about your happy life in the future. What is this finger?"

Qian Haoshang also said: "Yeah, isn't it just an extra bone, I chopped it off."

Qian Laiyi said proudly: "That's right, his fingers are growing there, I don't even feel comfortable looking at them."

"Hey, the rich man is jealous that he has six fingers. From the point of view of the poor monk, if that finger grows on the finger of the rich man, it will be more perfect. The rich man eats delicacies from mountains and seas every day. , this finger grows on your hand, it will definitely grow very well. If you look at Zhang Laocai again, there is no flesh on his body, hey, what a pity for such a cute little finger, which has grown for more than 40 years It only grows a little bit. If it grows into the hands of a rich man, it is estimated that it will grow seventeen or eight catties in a few days."

Qian Laiyi became a little impatient, and said, "Smelly Monk, what are you talking about? Does that old vegetable want to chop off my fingers? If not, I will take his daughter back."

"Big rich man, if my father doesn't chop off his fingers, no matter how hard it is, we will find a way to return your money."

"No, I chop! My fingers are gone."

Zhang Laocai picked up a sweet potato peeling knife next to him, put his finger on the chopping board and was about to chop it.

His daughter cried and said, "Daddy, don't—"

Jigong tapped his fingers with the handle of his fan and said, "Ouch, this won't work, no, your sword won't work!"

Zhang Laocai looked at his knife and asked in doubt, "Why can't my knife work?"

"Your knife..." Ji Gong looked at the knife up and down, and said, "This knife is too stupid. If you use this knife, you can chop off a few pieces of meat at most. If you want to cut off the bones, I'm afraid You have to chop more than a dozen knives. How can your finger bear the pain of more than a dozen knives?"

Zhang Laocai was in a dilemma, and said: "This...Master, how do you want to do it?"

"The poor monk has a knife here. I haven't used it for more than ten years. I can take it out for you to use today."

"Master, where is your knife?"

"My knife is right here."

Jigong grabbed the air a few times with his hands, and said in his mouth: "The knife comes, the knife comes, the knife comes—"

He grabbed a dozen times, and finally caught a leaf. He held the leaf in his hand and said, "Although this knife has not been used for decades, the blade is still very sharp. Da Qian Rich man, why don't you try the blade with your face?"

Qian Laiyi smiled and said, "You monk is talking crazy again. If you take a leaf and say it's a sharp knife, who will believe it?"

Many people commented: "Isn't that just a leaf? How could it be a knife? This monk is too funny."

"Hahaha... this monk is really crazy."

Jigong rubbed the leaf on his leg, and said: "The sharpening of the knife will make it faster. Come here, come here."

Jigong looked at Guo Qishuai and said.

Guo Qishuai walked over with a smile, very cooperative with Jigong's actions, and said, "What does Master want to do?"

"Use your face to sharpen a knife."

Guo Qishuai brought his face closer to sharpen Jigong's knife.

Jigong rubbed the leaf on Guo Qishuai's face a few times, and with a wave of his hand, Guo Qishuai's face was cut into a bloody mouth.

The blood on Guo Qishhuai's face jumped out along the bloody mouth.

"Ah?" Many people took a few steps back in fright.
Guo Qishuai didn't feel the pain at all, he knew best that this was Jigong's trick to show others.

"Hey, hey, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, this knife is too fast, I accidentally cut your face."

Jigong matched the wound on Guo Qishuai's face with his hand, stretched out his hand and pinched it, as if he had pinched a needle, and then used that needle to thread the thread again.

After randomly sewing Guo Qishuai's face with a needle and thread for a while, he took the needle and thread and blew on Guo Qishuai's face, and said, "Om Mani Padme Hum!"

After the formula was finished, the wound on Guo Qishuai's face healed.

Guo Qishuai didn't feel anything at all, he was so impressed, he said: "Master's knife is so fast, I didn't even feel any pain, the wound is healed."

"Bah! Bah!" Jigong spit two mouthfuls of saliva on the leaf, walked to Zhang Laocai, and said, "Old man Zhang, I have sharpened this knife. I tried it just now. The blade is very fast. Now it should be sharpened." Chopped your fingers."

Zhang Laocai put the finger on the chopping board, turned his head to the side in fright, and said: "Master, you must be more clean and tidy. If this finger has not been chopped off, chop it in half and leave half, then But it hurts the most.”

"Don't worry, you must trust the poor monk, the poor monk's knife will not fail to chop."

Jigong shook the leaf in his hand a few times, so that no one who saw it would think that the knife was useful.

Qian Laiyi said: "What are you talking about? Hurry and chop it off. I want to see how you chop off his fingers with this leaf."

"Chop it if you say it. It's easy to chop it, but it's hard to grow it back. The rich man, have you thought it through? Don't, if you don't want this finger, it will be troublesome."

"If you can chop it off, I will. Chop it, chop it quickly."

Ji Gong solemnly made a lot of preparations before chopping. When he shook off the leaf, many people covered their eyes unconsciously.

"Mistake, mistake, this is definitely a mistake, the poor monk will do it again."

Qian Laiyi said, "Can you chop off that finger?"

"Yes, how could it not be possible? We have agreed, Mr. Qian, that you will want this finger. When the time comes, if you don't want it, then who will be responsible?"

Qian Haochuang said: "You can chop it off, chop it off, if he doesn't want me to help him."

"It can happen this time."

Jigong lifted the leaf up again, and made many bewildering movements, and finally, the moment it was chopped off, the leaf turned into a sharp knife.

When the knife sliced ​​through Zhang Laocai's bones, it forced the blood back.

When the finger was chopped off, Zhang Laocai didn't even have a scar on his hand.

Jigong was sweating profusely. He blew the leaves in his hands to the ground, took out the fan at his waist, fanned it, and said, "Okay, it's okay, it's okay, your fingers have been chopped off."

Zhang Hongmei took her father's hand and looked at it carefully, and said: "Oh, Dad, your hand..."

(End of this chapter)