Daoist Master of Qing Xuan Chapter 25: Money can drive away ghosts, and wealth can help the gods.

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The surrounding wealthy businessmen and tycoons took advantage of the white boss to go out to change clothes, and they exchanged greetings with Mr. Mei. After all, the East China Sea League is doing a big business. Knowing Mr. Xia Mei is definitely not a bad thing.

Mr. Mei is very friendly, and he naturally talks and laughs with these people, but he is more respectful and refined in his heart. If he hadn't condensed the entrance and gave birth to mana, his ears and eyes were far more intelligent than before. Today's gambling game is hard for him. Have the upper hand.

Therefore, even if people like Shen Lian can't ask him to do something for the East China Sea League, they should treat them respectfully. As for the little motives before, they have long since disappeared, and they deeply warned themselves to hold their own feet.

After a little bit of incense, Boss Bai came back. He changed into clean clothes, but his complexion was not like Mr. May's spring breeze.

He sat down at the gambling table again and said: "Mr. May has been waiting for a long time."

Mr. Mei smiled and said: "Well, Brother Bai, please roll the dice."

Boss White nodded solemnly, summoned a croupier, and rolled the dice for him, and the small dice cup made a burst of crisp sound. Someone beside him exclaimed: "Kunshan jade is broken, young phoenix sings."

Everyone's eyes were attracted by the croupier's method of shaking the dice. This "Kunshan jade broken, young phoenix Qingming" is a very clever dice-throwing technique, indicating that the new croupier called by the new boss is definitely The famous gambling master.

The dice rolled out suddenly, and the last three dice were all six, which was the number of double nines.

At this time, the croupier who threw the dice couldn't help but bead of sweat bursting out of his forehead. He clearly threw four, five, six, how could it be three six. He has been immersed in the heat and cold for thirty years, and the effort of throwing dice is the same as eating and drinking water.

So Mr. May can only do the tricks. It can be seen that the gap between the two is not in the same order of magnitude. He looked sullen, and said a few words to Boss Bai.

Boss White's expression remained unchanged, and he drew the cards according to the number of dice, pressing a bet of one hundred thousand taels. Everyone thought it was the croupier who had superb gambling skills and surpassed Mr. Mei, and Boss Bai made a big bet. This was not in compliance with the rules, but Mr. Mei didn't say anything, and others would not ask questions.

As a result, the cards turned over, but Mr. May won.

Boss Bai lost another hundred thousand taels at once, but he was not surprised, because the croupier told him that Mr. May had manipulated the dice just now, but everyone, including the croupier himself, couldn't tell.

Boss White knew immediately that he would not be able to beat Mr. May today if he find ten more masters. Knowing that he was going to lose, he still made a double bet of one hundred thousand, and he was ready to use the money to convince Mr. Mei.

Mr. Mei smiled lightly, pushed the winning chips in front of Boss Bai, and said: "Have a great time today, these chips are even my gift to Brother Bai."

Boss Bai looked overcast and uncertain, and said: "Mr. Mei is kind and I appreciate it. Although Bai is not rich in the East China Sea League, he is not short of money. The money should be used by Youyou to buy jewelry."

He pushed the chips back again.

Mr. Mei didn't look at the chips, and said: "Since Brother Bai is so polite and not bad for money, it's still early tonight, so let's play a few more games."

Since Boss Bai still refuses to fall to the East China Sea League, he can only continue to be aggressive.

Boss Bai opened a gambling shop. If he is afraid of Mr. May today and refuses to continue gambling, then his reputation as a dealer will be greatly compromised.

At this time, Bai He whispered a few words to Boss Bai. Boss groaned slightly. Then he glanced at the shivering Bai Xiaoyu behind Bai He and smiled: "I'm older and my energy is not as good as before. This is My nephew, white..."

When Baihe saw this, he immediately added: "Bai Xiaoyu."

Boss Bai knocked his head and apologized: "I don't have a good memory now." Pointing to Bai Xiaoyu again: "Xiaoyuer, come and play a few games with Mr. Mei, you must accompany Mr. Mei. Happy."

Bai Xiaoyu trembled: "I can't...no...play."

Boss White smiled and said, "It's okay."

Bai Xiaoyu is just a little poppy. He has never seen this battle before, but now he can't fail to fight, otherwise he would not want to go out alive today.

Baihe's palm is also clenched, sweat is gushing out, and he only hopes that the boy Bai Xiaoyu will fight for his temper. He can be regarded as suppressing his wealth.

Mr. Mei looked at Bai Xiaoyu's nervousness and said softly: "Don't be nervous, I don't eat people."

Bai Xiaoyu cast a grateful look. The people at the gambling shop are eating people without spitting out bones, but the gentleman in front of him is a good man, but he must win.

Mr. Mei watched his mood ease and said: "Little brother, you come to shuffle the cards."

Bai Xiaoyu woke up like a dream and began to shuffle the cards, but his hands kept trembling, and everyone was laughing, thinking that Boss Bai had deliberately come up with this kid to ease the atmosphere.

Wait for Bai Yu to shuffle the cards, Mr. May throws the dice and takes the cards.

A good bet was placed and the hole cards were finally revealed. Everyone could not help but exclaim that Mr. May actually lost. Mr. Mei looked calm, but he was shocked by the waves in his heart. He calmly said: "Little brother, let's continue."

At first everyone thought it was Mr. May who was deliberately humbly, but in the end, Mr. May failed to win ten consecutive games. Seeing that Mr. De May’s pile of chips is rapidly decreasing, while Bai Xiaoyu’s chips in front of him keep increasing. Everyone dared not look down upon Bai Xiaoyu anymore, each wondering what the origin of this kid came from, someone who was not the gatekeeper of the God of Gamblers.

In the end, Mr. Mei lost cleanly, but he was not ashamed, just shoved the cards away, and smiled: "Brother Bai's hands are really capable people. Today, Mei is an eye-opener."

Boss Bai patted Bai Xiaoyu's forehead, and said with a smile: "Your kid is ignorant, and Mr. Mei asked you to win."

Bai Xiaoyu wiped his sweat~IndoMTL.com~ said: "Mr. Mei, I'm sorry."

Mr. Mei took a deep look at him and said, "Is the little brother the **** of wealth in this generation?"

Bai Xiaoyu said in amazement: "What."

Mr. May saw that his expression was not fake, and smiled: "I said nonsense, don't care."

'Money can drive away ghosts, and wealth can communicate with the gods' is an unknown rumor, referring to the **** of wealth. Legend has it that a long time ago, there was a **** in Yuanzhou who walked the world, and there was a treasure called Luobao Money, which could accumulate wealth in the world. That **** was called the God of Wealth, and he left a tradition in the world.

From time to time, some people acquired the Taoism of the God of Wealth and walked in the red dust. They were all called God of Wealth. These gods of wealth do not need to swallow the vitality like the qi practitioners, but rely on the wealth of the world to cultivate, so most of them are rolling in the mortal world, and the cultivation base is not very wise, but once they cultivate the treasure money, they can fall into everything in the world. The treasure, even if the fairy Buddha is not as good as that.

It's just that their own weaknesses are obvious, so these gods of wealth need to find some dao friends with advanced cultivation to protect them.

(To be continued.)