Stunning Beauty President's Personal Soldier

Chapter 126 Too troublesome to shout

Chapter 131 It's too troublesome to shout

But Fu Hao was not reconciled, he snatched away his stepmother, and even sent someone to take his younger brother to the back mountain to dig a pit and bury him. After the stepmother found out, she also hanged herself at night not long after.

After inheriting the family property, the rich began to do everything, racing cars, gambling, betting black boxing, playing female entertainers...

Not long ago, he was drunk and accidentally killed an innocent passerby, and he paid for it.

The rich man cried and yelled, holding on to the old monk's thigh and refusing to let go, begging him to save his life no matter what, otherwise his family would die.

Seeing this, the old monk sighed and said: "If you let your family be extinct, your father will die in heaven, but you have made too many mistakes, and the crime is unforgivable. If I kill you, God will Felt against me, how about this, I will hang you for three years, during this time, you should quickly find an honest girl to marry, and try to leave a future for your family."

Regarding this, Long Xingtian, who was standing aside at the time, sneered, thinking that the old monk was really too arrogant.

Because the meaning in his words, in layman's terms, is that I can save you, but what you have done all these years is really fucking. If I save you, I will probably be struck by lightning, so I will do my best, Only save you for three years.

I can save you if I want to save you, and I can save you for a few years if I want to save you for a few years.

It's too pretentious, okay?
He, a great doctor in the medical field, said that there is no cure, but one of your monks said that I only saved you for three years, so where do you want my face to be?

Seeing the resolute attitude of the old monk, Fu Hao had no choice but to grit his teeth and agree.

After all, having three years to live is much better than belching now.

Moreover, with the rapid development of medical care, maybe three years later, my illness will be cured.

Long Xingtian also wanted to see what kind of ability this old monk had, he dared to speak such wild words, so he asked if he could watch from the sidelines, so that if something unexpected happened on the way, he could still rescue him.

The old monk just glanced at Long Xingtian lightly, then nodded in agreement.

Before the treatment, the old monk had to do some preparatory work. First, he asked the rich man to dig out the bones of his half-brother who was buried in the back mountain, bury him properly, and then kowtow three times in front of the grave.

Second, give a large pension to the stepmother who was forced to death by him, the elderly parents.

Third, build an iron bed.

Three days later, all preparations were done. The iron bed was about the same size as an ordinary bed. At this time, several servants were lighting a fire under the iron bed. Iron is an excellent heat conductor. It turned red.

Pointing to the iron bed, the old monk said to the rich man, "Take off all your clothes and lie down on it."

Fu Hao's first feeling after hearing this sentence was that the old monk was actually here to kill him.

Such a red-hot iron bed, let him lie on it as a mortal with a mortal body, I'm afraid he will turn into a roast suckling pig in a few minutes!

Long Xingtian on the side also looked at the old monk in surprise, and muttered again, could the old monk be a lunatic?Letting an ordinary person lie on a red-hot iron bed is no different from courting death!

"Of course I didn't ask you to lie down." The old monk clapped his hands. At this moment, a servant came over with a long strip of sponge, and spread it on the iron bed under the eyes of everyone.

The old monk said: "You can go up now, this sponge can prevent you from directly contacting the iron bed, and it won't burn you to death."

At this time, Long Xingtian was puzzled and said: "Old man, there is one thing I don't understand, and that is why you need to use sponges to insulate the heat? For example, using two wooden boards, isn't it better?"

The old monk said unhappily: "Because of your uncle's heat! If I want to insulate the heat, why would I burn an iron bed? The reason why I use a sponge is, as I said just now, to prevent him from directly contacting the iron bed. Second, The sponge is highly breathable and can conduct the heat of the iron plate to his body to the greatest extent."

Long Xingtian said with an ugly face: "I'll ask you a good question, why are you scolding me? And you are still closed, how can you scold someone?"

At that time, Long Xingtian was over 50 years old, and he was a well-known expert in the medical field both at home and abroad. Why was he ever called "your uncle's" by someone?
The old monk said lightly: "Your uncle's words are used to express my excitement, and there is no other meaning. Please don't misunderstand the benefactor."

Seeing that the rich man was still in a daze, the old monk kicked his ass and cursed: "Fuck you! You are still dawdling and dare not go up, wasting time here, you think the iron bed can't be burned Is it? If this iron bed burns out, it will take another three days to build a new one, and by then you will be terminally ill, and I will not be able to save you!"

Long Xingtian was surprised and said: "Your mother and Laozi have come out! You are not a serious monk at all!"

The old monk suppressed the anger on his face, put his palms together and said calmly: "Amitabha, these are actually the modal particles used to express my excitement, and have no other meaning. Please don't misunderstand me, the benefactor."

Long Xingtian said: "Can't we use words like "um", "ah" and "ah" instead?"

The old monk's face remained unchanged and he said: "It's too troublesome, and...it's uncomfortable to shout."

At this time, Rich also knew that he didn't have much time to waste, so he took off his clothes immediately, climbed onto the iron bed, and lay down.

The sponge is very elastic. Originally, the sponge was five centimeters thick, but when Fu Hao's whole body was pressed on it, it immediately became one centimeter thick.

The heat from the iron plate was transmitted to Fuhao's body through the pores of the sponge, which immediately made him feel as if he was in a steamer, and almost jumped up with a loud cry.

Seeing this, the old monk hurriedly shouted, "Tie him up!"

At this time, the two servants seemed to have arranged it long ago, and each of them ran over with a belt in his hand, and tied the rich man's neck, ankle and iron plate together, because it was on both sides of the bed, So avoid being burned by the flame under the iron plate.

Just as Fu Hao was about to jump up, he felt a tightness on his neck, which made him almost out of breath. After coughing violently, he lay down again.

At this time, the fat rich man was rolling around on the bed like a white pig. The surroundings are already filled with dense white air.

The old monk, who was supposed to be treating illnesses, was now lying on a deck chair under a tree to drink tea.

The rich man was taken aback for a moment, and then shouted: "Old man, please treat me quickly, I can't take it anymore."

(End of this chapter)