Overbearing Immortal Doctor-Chapter 898 - 998: Never Stopping

The countless mud Buddha statues in the "Thousand Buddha Book" are different.

Back then, although I was a middle school student, the great achievements of the Nazi’s clay Buddha sculpture had already been completely realized. With the aspirations of Zhifu recorded in "Thousand Buddhas," I could be a clay Bodhisattva.

As for the ending of this book, it is worth noting: "Be cautious after death concerning your mother. Don’t let me know what the ’Thousand Buddha’ magazine says. After reading this book, burn it."

I was shocked. My father knew he was going to die.

When I read this letter, my mother came in, and I swallowed that piece of paper.

My mother didn’t expect me to do that. He threw the box onto his heart, got angry, and didn’t ask, "Did your father read the ’Thousand Buddha Sutra’ all day long?"

So now every time I relocate, my father and mother will die.

A few years later, after graduating from middle school, my mother asked me to give up looking for two marriages.

I was already full, and I began to follow those unbound marketers, focusing on making figures.

But so far, I have sold Huishan Mud People, an ancient specialty, never becoming a city of mud people.

Although my father taught me the skills of the mud Bodhisattva, he did not tell me that if Yin Yang could not enter, they would never come out and would get a great reward in the future.

Of course, this year, I am also exploring the next four items of inheritance.

It wasn’t until today that we recognized the Seven-eyed Ghost King.

Zhang Kexin delayed my approval, suddenly advertising 50 thousand stones, asking me to sculpt him a Seven-eyed Ghost King to attract money.

I said, first, the Seven-eyed Ghost King is money collected by the fortune teller for Siming Silk; I am a star, Yin Yang running, eat and die. Do you really want to ask the Seven-eyed Ghost King to fart?

Second, the Seven-eyed Ghost King is our family’s inheritance, stolen by my ancestors. This evil clay Buddha statue cannot be extinguished because of my Taoist heritage.

Third, clay Buddha statue, do not confess randomly. Like the fortune teller, do you think it looks better now than before?

Zhang Kecheng asked me what I meant.

I mean, did the seventh eye of the ghost king in the picture close? Did you see the ghost king with the seventh eye closed at our home when you were a kid?

Zhang Kecheng touched his green scalp: "Really! Someone said they won’t close their eyes?."

"That divination plan is to use the Seven-eyed Ghost King to bring terrible luck, anger the ghost king. When the Seven-eyed Ghost King closes, the fortune teller dies. If he ever closes an eye’s ailment, tonight, the ghost king’s seventh eye must close." I said seriously, "So don’t use the mud Buddha statue; you’ll regret it someday if he dies."

Zhang Kecheng hesitated for a long time but soon said: "Kill you, Guan Zhongping, I’ve always cared for you. Whether dead or alive, don’t tell me! Since the Seven-eyed Ghost King can’t help me collect money, pinching a mud Buddha’s ear can help me collect money. I owed money in the past, if I don’t owe it, it will be a big deal."

I still wouldn’t agree, Zhang Kecheng couldn’t soften, he went hard.

He played with me making love letters, saying my youth had died and my mother remarried two years ago because they could stand up to support Zhang Kecheng.

Now he came to me for opening a small one. I disagreed. It was just ruthless and heartless.

I shook my head, not adding trouble for him, disdain to argue. I ordered him to leave.

But before Zhang Kecheng could travel, I asked where the fortune teller was.

The Seven-eyed Ghost King in the fortune teller’s hand is my inheritance, and I will follow my father’s will to find and sell the Seven-eyed Ghost King.

I could not imagine Zhang Kecheng, hearing my words, refusing to answer: "Do you want to know? Bring someone to change clothes!"

After that, Zhang Ke successfully left.

I roared: "Now the diviner is dead; as long as he can help him, will anyone make you leave?"

Zhang Kecheng didn’t look back, "That’s my crap!"

He was so angry he wanted to punch him, but finally held back.

The next morning, I tried to find the fortune teller’s home? At the Wuxi TV station luncheon, I suddenly saw a story.

It is said that a household in a certain community had a gas leak at night and died in their sleep.

However, there are two main issues regarding this gas police leak:

First, there are traces of theft, and only the royal family has valuable items, even the wired machines on the table couldn’t be carried away.

Secondly, there is a 50-year-old man whose arm has 7 eye-shaped blood holes. Although not fatal, the wound has different eyes.

I heard it while watching TV. His arm has seven eye-shaped blood holes. Is his home Mr. Zhang’s fortune teller?

When I thought of Cao Cao, Cao Cao appeared.

When Zhang Ke finished painting, he returned to his people’s shop, raised his inspiring hand and asked: "What’s this for?"

They caught a Seven-eyed Ghost King.

At this point, the eyes of the Seven-eyed Ghost King were already open. In other words, the fortune teller must have died yesterday.

Only when the worshiper really dies do the eyes of the Seven-eyed Ghost King open again.

Why did I stop? "This story tells us that the invader did not take these things, it’s not you!"

Zhang Kecheng was stunned, then looked at the TV. He immediately thought: "Yes, it’s me. If the Seven-eyed Ghost King wasn’t your inheritance, I took your inheritance, why would I apologize to you?"

"I know your intention, but I’m not satisfied!" I frowned.

Zhang Kecheng’s request was enjoyable. He didn’t say he stole anything. He knew the star had died, but refused to tell me what salvation he demanded.

Zhang Kecheng drew out the mud Buddha in his hand: "Alright! If you don’t pinch, I’ll smash the inheritance right now."

Zhang Kecheng’s team wanted to attack.

I was so scared I couldn’t breathe, immediately stopping him.

The mud Buddha slander law is a special slander law. I’m the only one in the world.

Thus, the rebellious eye Ghost King, the true ghost seven Zhang Kecheng, would disappear, no longer just Zhang Kecheng.

Zhang Kecheng’s family would die.

Though he is an enemy, his parents treat me well.

Especially after my father died, and my mother remarried, his parents greatly appreciated my small photo.

Just for him, I won’t let their parents be buried with him.

The most important person, my father’s dying words, issued a command.

If I can’t succeed, I cannot forgive myself.

I stared at Zhang Kecheng, watching the disturbance, greed, and vicious expression in his eyes, deeply sighed: "I think, don’t do it." 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"No!" Zhang Kecheng glared at me. "Then he spoke to me in sentences, do it or not?"

I clenched my fists and squeezed the old tiger, killing it. Zhang Kecheng was no longer the brave brother I knew in my childhood.

He was just a pitiful money gentleman. He was reborn, was it good or bad for his parents?

Most importantly, Zhang Kecheng held the inheritance in his hand.

My father’s command had this saying: let me gain and lose a few inheritances.

Because it’s "leisure," it releases "kindness."

Speaking of which, I rushed to Brother City, nodded, "Alright, I’ll invite the mud Buddha for you." But there are two requests: first, because it demands white; second, after success, bring the Seven-eyed Ghost King back."

"Ah? Understand?" "Zhang Kecheng gave me a glance." If I said these, I would become a fortunate mud Buddha."