I was caught fishing at work, and I dragged the female CEO into the water with my backhand.

In the woods.

Qin Xun and Jing Wu stood opposite each other, three or four meters apart.

Jingwu clasped his hands together, smiled, and said.

"Amitabha!"

"I have been practicing Zen for many years, and I have never dared to predict a person's life span. Donor, do you think you can see destiny?"

Qin Xun clasped his hands together.

“Amitabha, yes.”

His voice was louder than before.

Qin Xun knew that there must be surveillance cameras nearby, and that Old Man Niu was most likely spying on him.

People are like this. No matter how hard you try to sell yourself in front of others, they will always remain skeptical.

However, if he had seen it secretly himself, he would have believed it without a doubt.

Mr. Niu is a Buddhist and loves to take care of his health. He is even afraid of the poison when taking constipation medicine. He must be a person who pursues longevity.

He must have been extremely concerned about the length of his life.

Qin Xun wanted to plant a small seed in the old man's heart.

When Jingwu heard Qin Xun say with certainty that he could tell fortunes, he still had a gentle smile on his face, clasped his hands together, and spoke softly.

"Sin, sin!"

He didn't believe what Qin Xun said.

When fortune tellers tell people's fortunes on the street, they usually shirk their responsibilities by saying that telling longevity is unlucky. They prefer to talk about eight-character numerology, marriage predictions, and the determination of a boy's fate.

Moreover, the language is extremely sophisticated and ambiguous, yet it gives the employer a sense of certainty.

Afterwards, the employer came to them because he felt that the fortune-telling was not accurate, and they took the previous fortune-telling words and explained them again.

The employer suddenly understood, "Oh, it turns out I misunderstood."

When it comes to calculating life expectancy, if the employer gives them more money, they will greedily pocket it and also say some nonsense in a vague way.

I never dare to say that someone has a short life, nor do I dare to say that someone has a long life.

It just means that if you can survive the three disasters and six diseases in certain years, you can enjoy a long and peaceful life.

In case the employer dies young, his family sighs.

"So the witch said that the critical year and month is this time. Alas... I can't escape it after all. Everything is fate."

If the employer lived longer, then... that fortune teller would have retired long ago.

Qin Xun took a step forward and said in a sincere tone.

"Master Jingwu, to be honest, I came here today to ask a favor of Master Niu."

"My friend and I were recently assassinated. The situation is very complicated and we need to seek asylum, so we went to great lengths to come here."

He bent down, picked up the bank card on the ground, and handed it to Jingwu with both hands.

"Please help me, Master, and don't expose my ignorance of Buddhism."

Master Jingwu was stunned. He didn't expect Qin Xun to be so frank. He laughed.

"Donor, you want to cheat me right in front of me, and you want me to pretend I can't see it?"

"I...can't do it."

Qin Xun took another step forward, shook the bank card in his hand, and said.

"Master, saving one life is better than building a seven-story pagoda, and saving two lives is better than building a fourteen-story pagoda!"

"You are a monk, can you just stand by and watch us die?"

"Thirty million isn't enough, how about three hundred million?"

Jingwu ignored Qin Xun's moral blackmail, shouted a Buddhist name, and asked back.

"Donor, you can tell people's lifespans by fortune-telling, but you can't calculate your own lifespan, nor can you calculate the lifespan of your friends?"

Qin Xun was delighted and thought to himself, "I finally fell for it."

His expression remained unchanged, and he still looked sincere as he spoke.

"I figured it out!"

"Nine deaths and a lifetime."

"But there is no definite number for human life. As long as we pass this test, we will be blessed with good fortune and live longer than the Southern Mountains. If we fail to pass this test... then we will die."

When he said this, his tone became excited.

"Help me, friend!"

Master Jingwu still had a compassionate smile on his face, but he seemed as cold as an iceberg.

He snorted in his heart.

Sure enough.

If you can pass this level, you will live a long life. What’s the difference between this and what the fortune tellers say on the street?

He is a liar!

But... that toilet seat is indeed weird.

Qin Xun saw Jing Wu didn't say anything, but just smiled and called out twice.

"Grandmaster?"

"Grandmaster?"

"Can't you just say a few nice words in front of Mr. Niu?"

Jingwu shouted the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha!"

"Monks don't lie."

Qin Xun fell silent, his face became increasingly gloomy, a sinister smile gradually formed at the corners of his mouth, and his entire aura became extremely evil.

Like a demon monk!

He lowered his head slightly, raised his eyelids, looked at Jingwu coldly, and said.

"Master Jingwu, do you want to drink the wine instead of accepting the toast?"

Jingwu smiled slightly.

"Oh?"

"What about the penalty of drinking?"

Qin Xun: "I know Kung Fu."

Jing Wu: "That's just right, I also know a little bit about boxing."

Qin Xun said as he stepped back.

"Master Jingwu, forgive my bad mouth, but I can tell from a closer look that you are not someone who will live long."

"Although human life has a rough limit, God has compassion for the world, and there are corresponding ways to resolve all disasters."

"I will help the master solve a problem today!"

As he spoke, he had already retreated more than ten steps and was about ten meters away from Jingwu.

Qin Xun held the bank card in his right hand as he spoke to Jing Wu.

"After I count to three, I will hurt you with the bank card in my hand."

"It's just a small punishment, but a big warning. I hope you won't meddle in other people's business in the future."

"Mind your own business, and you will live longer."

Jingwu clasped his hands together, shook his head gently and smiled.

"Amitabha!"

"The donor is really arrogant."

"I know that you learned from Liu Xiaoquan, a master of his generation. However, he was defeated by my master Zhikong when he sparred with him."

"And I have inherited all the true teachings from my master."

As he spoke, he slowly opened his hands, which had been clasped in front of his chest, and with a sudden movement, his loose robes made a crisp sound.

Jingwu raised his hand and made a boxing stance, his sleeves falling down, revealing two muscular forearms.

There was no smile on his face, and he looked very stern, like an angry King Kong.

In the grove, the atmosphere was tense and ready to explode.

In the guest room.

Mr. Niu held the tablet in both hands and realized that he had stood up.

He stared at the screen nervously.

A few days ago, when Niu Xiaojun mentioned Qin Xun, he asked his secretary to collect information about Qin Xun and learned that he was a talented person who also knew martial arts.

However, there is only a video of him beating up Kato Daiki in the octagon cage and grabbing the man's legs and spinning around.

The old man couldn't see the depth of it and just thought it was funny. He showed it to Jingwu, who gave him a comment.

"Ridiculous."

"You can't use any rules when punching or kicking, you just rely on your strength and speed, and you'll definitely be at a disadvantage when you meet a real master."

At that time, the old man believed it.

Because he knew that Jingwu was a martial monk before he practiced Zen, and he had even seen Master Jingwu sparring with the family's four top bodyguards with his own eyes.

Jingwu held on for a full ten minutes without losing the upper hand.

In other words, this is the era of hot weapons. If it were in ancient times, Jingwu would also be a fierce character who could defeat hundreds of people.

Now in the grove, Qin Xun wants to make Jing Wu drink a penalty drink?

I'm afraid this is hitting a wall!