I really don't want to be lucky

Chapter 65 65. I am not Meng Po

"You don't deserve to stay in a hotel, so just become the nourishment for my chessboard."

Jin Guang knocked Mr. Hai down at once, and he lay prone on the ground, his head began to distort and return to the original shape of a seahorse.

Monk Ran Deng's chessboard suddenly flashed brightly and dimly, and Mr. Hai, who had been so cool and proud just now, shouted in panic.

He desperately wanted to climb away from the chessboard under his feet, but the infinite size of the chessboard could not run to the end.

The exhausted Mr. Hai fell on a chessboard, a white light flashed, and Mr. Hai's smoky soul immediately merged into the chessboard.

"The quality of the soul sucked this time is pretty average."

There was even some regret in the tone of the burning monk.

"Young man, that is the price of lying. The path he chose."

You Xiaowu saw the body of Mr. Hai who lied about his background annihilated, his soul was trapped, and his heart was greatly shocked.

"Wanjia Hotel's subordinates are so ruthless? Is the person who agreed to come a guest?"

"It's not contradictory, it's just that we also need to select qualified guests."

Monk Burning Lamp had invisible blood on his hands, but he still had the compassion of Amitabha Buddha in his heart when he spoke.

"The pain of being trapped in the soul is the energy that moves the chessboard."

"Since you dare to stay at Wanjia Hotel, you must be prepared to die."

"This is a neutral zone. Although it is our duty to protect our guests, creatures that are too weak are not worthy of being our guests."

……

"Young man, have you been burdened with too much pain? Do you often wish you could never wake up?"

"Come on, drink this bowl of bitter soup, and all your troubles will be gone."

The sense of weightlessness came again, and You Xiaowu saw the surrounding scenes fly by quickly, and he returned to the hotel lobby full of people with a light and heavy foot.

Ran Deng smiled and handed him a bowl of black soup that smelled very bitter.

You Xiaowu took it in a daze and was about to gulp it down.

Seeing his bewitched appearance, Hua Mengmeng jumped up and pushed him hard.

The medicine bowl came out, and the black medicine juice spread like a curtain in the air.

Ran Deng shook his head, thinking that he was disappointed that he couldn't fool the silly hat today.

There was light in his eyes, his wrist moved slightly, the medicine juice returned to the medicine bowl, and the medicine bowl was firmly placed in his hand again.

You Xiaowu woke up and realized how ridiculous he had just been, so he turned his emotions into anger:
"What is your medicine?"

"It's a genuine worry-relieving medicine. After drinking a bowl, the pain in my heart will fade away."

"Why not erase memory like Mengpo soup."

"Because I'm not Meng Po."

"You are lying!"

"The poor monk never tells a lie." Ran Deng calmly lay down on the chair, "Wanjia Hotel has always clearly marked the price, and does not play the trick of shorting the price."

"Then this dark thing is a benefit you gave me?"

You Xiaowu almost laughed angrily.

He simply occupied the seat opposite the burning lamp, and all those who wanted to come to the trial waited aside.

"No and no, there will be a price to pay."

Ran Deng held up a finger, took out a radio from his pocket and listened to folk songs.

"If you drink my medicine, you will send me a wisp of energy. Do you know why Wanjia Hotel is raised an inch every year? Because energy is always working underground."

You Xiaowu looked in the direction of Ran Deng's finger.

Sure enough, strands of golden light were flying at the entrance of the hotel. They were waving hammers and working non-stop, undertaking the construction work of Wanjia Hotel.

"A person's spirit is the necessary substance for him to live. Without spirit, people will have no purpose, no longer want to struggle, and no longer even want to live."

Hua Mengmeng said gloomyly.

"The old monk Ran Deng is really vicious. Although the pain is uncomfortable, it is also the spiritual motivation for a Jedi to fight back. He only cares about his own interests to collect these things, and he is not afraid of being punished by heaven."

Ran Deng obviously heard it, but he still shook his head and listened to the song, only grinning a little.

"Why are you called a lamp? Is your prototype really a lamp?"

You Xiaowu's question seemed to be earth-shattering.

Neither Hua Mengmeng nor Yu Changshou thought of the possibility that the burning monk was not an individual.

"Yes."

Monk Randeng was not angry at all for being offended, and squinted his eyes and rubbed against the chair, as if his back was itchy.

"Who is behind the Wanjia Hotel?"

"My master, Monk Baiwan is also known as Monk Wuxia. I'm just helping the master manage his property."

A monk with a hundred bowls?

You Xiaowu searched in his head, he remembered hearing this story in a certain book.

A monk asked the owner of the black-hearted kiln for a bowl, but the kiln owner refused to give it to him, but the kiln workers pitied the monk and agreed to make him a bowl with black patterns painted on it and the words "Century-year-old monk in the Xingxing Nunnery in Dajiuhua Mountain" written on it. bowl.

The kiln workers hated the kiln owner and wanted to take revenge, so they stamped the old monk's name on all four thousand bowls in one kiln overnight.

Angrily, the kiln owner picked up a bowl and threw it on the ground. The fragments hit him on the head and made nine small holes in the center of his head, just like a monk's scar.

The kiln workers laughed at the kiln owner in a hurry, and the kiln owner vomited blood in a fit of anger, and fell to the ground and died.

In order to repay the old monk, the kiln workers called him the monk Baiwan. Later, the body of the monk Baiwan was intact three years after his death, so he was also called the monk Wuxia.

"You're right, but the legend still lowers the image of the owner. It's not that the body is intact three years after death, but 30 years."

Ran Deng sighed and drank some tea.

"Master is such a good man, I should learn from him."

"So you want to attract people to be kind like the monk Baiwan?"

"No, I want to learn from the master, and burn nine ring scars on all disobedient people, so that they can all become monks."

The atmosphere became tense for a while, Ran Deng smiled, and swept the ashes on the tablecloth:

"Let's go, I told you too much today. Before I get angry, go."

Yu Changshou knew that they were seriously short of money now, so he sniffed around looking for the smell of gold and silver.

There is only such a small place in the hotel lobby, and he can't go beyond the yellow line, so the seemingly easy search is actually difficult.

He closed his eyes and followed the feeling.

This would increase his sense of smell to the highest level, but as he walked, he bumped into the welcoming pine potted plant in the living room.

A few bluestones were pressed into the potted plant, Yu Changshou got closer but could smell the aroma of chocolate.

The mellow dark chocolate aroma lures Yu Changshou to commit a crime.

Without even thinking about it, he picked up the big stone and put it in his mouth. Fortunately, Hua Mengmeng kicked him flying when he saw something was wrong.

"We can't even afford the basement with the money left on us!"

After being beaten by the burning monk, You Xiaowu retreated to Hua Mengmeng's side.

He looked at the bustling scene around him, but he couldn't help but have many questions in his mind.

Since the Wanjia Hotel claims to be opened by the Heavenly Court, why does it still accept vulgar things like gold, silver and money?

Aren't gods able to conjure anything they want?
Hua Mengmeng pouted and didn't quite understand:

"Wanjia Hotel has a long-standing legend of a heavenly background, but if you really want to talk about a heavenly being coming down to take care of things, no one has ever seen it."

How did the three thousand small worlds come about?
You Xiaowu thought secretly.

The burning monk made it clear that it was created by gods, but ordinary gods would definitely not be able to do it. Could it be the legendary "Buddha"?
All three of them were taken aback by this guess.

(End of this chapter)