Red Moon Recovery: A Cloudy Day at the Start

He does not mean that.

Even the people of Lucheng have witnessed the revelation of the heavenly monarch with their own eyes.

Knowing that this is an opportunity to get rich, most people dare not have bad ideas.

After all, the prestige of Tianjun is really great.

But Ma Sanyuan was not afraid.

He never took Tianjun Temple seriously.

What if it is a fairy.

Anyway, he is now desperate and owes hundreds of thousands of foreign debts.

What if Tianjun is angry?

I have never heard a word, laugh at the poor but not at the prostitution, the poor is the most terrifying.

Anyway, he is a bad life, barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes.

Thought of this.

Ma Sanyuan was still a little nervous, but gradually recovered his calm.

The solemn statue of Tianjun became less terrifying.

He rubbed his hands, stroked the black stockings on his head with a handsome appearance, and began to look around in the temple.

However, the moonlight in the sky has shifted from the center to the west.

Seeing it, I have been looking for it for more than an hour.

Wandered around the entire Tianjun Temple and searched inside and out several times.

Not to mention Fu Lu, I didn't even see the shadow of a piece of straw paper.

Moreover, Ma Tianyuan felt a bit cold in his back as he searched for it.

Before he passed the clay statue of Tianjun again.

For the first time, he raised his head and glanced at the clay sculpture.

The face of the idol looked uncertain under the faint light of the fire.

It seems... the eyes of the idol are also looking at him!

"Pooh."

Ma Sanyuan took a bite secretly and threw away his unreliable idea.

How can a statue look at yourself?

Unfortunately, what he didn't know was.

In the space of Ming Division.

Zuo Chen, two judges and several Yinsi gods, all of them were watching everything in the temple.

Zuo Chen looked strange.

Also with some fun.

This guy... is really... looking for death.

Jun Fu Lu is not something stored in the temple on this day.

It was a small thing that Zuo Chen used to converge his mana with the power of incense.

Only when you meet a sincere and kind person, you will be given a picture from the space of Mingsi.

This kind of thing, let alone an ordinary person, Ma Sanyuan, even if the ghost master came, he couldn't find the Fulu.

Of course... even if the value of Fulu was ten times more precious, they would not dare to come.

...

I was busy looking for another half an hour.

Ma Sanyuan finally became impatient.

There is nothing in this small place.

There is not even any money in the merit box.

Is it too poor?

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and sat down on the futon before the clay sculpture.

"what!!"

As soon as I did it, it seemed that there was some sharp thorn, and he was pierced in this futon.

Get up quickly.

Looking back at the futon.

Empty!

He rubbed his butt, hurting, sleepy and hungry.

I was busy for a long time for nothing, plus nothing was gained.

Let him raise an inexplicable karma fire.

Ma Sanyuan looked around and began to look around.

He looked at the mud statue in the candlelight, which was not too high.

There is also an incense burner with incense ash.

In an instant, an idea appeared in his mind.

Since... there is nothing!

Then just take this clay sculpture directly away!

It is said that Tianjun Temple is very spiritual.

A talisman can be sold for a big price.

Bring this statue back...how much money will I make! ?

Shouldn't all the wealthy dog ​​owners come here to buy it by themselves?

At that time, wouldn't he marry Bai Fumei every minute and move towards the pinnacle of life?

Thinking of this, his face became flushed.

The heartbeat of the whole person couldn't help but speed up a bit.

His mind was messed up, and he also had some vengeful thoughts.

Keeping me busy for so long, I didn't even find a shadow.

You are so cruel, don't blame me for not being easy!

He walked up to the clay sculpture and made a gesture.

Although the temple was renovated on this day, no one dared to move the statue, and it still maintained its original appearance.

It's only one meter tall.

The incense burner below is the size of a flowerpot.

Ma Sanyuan estimated it, and felt that it shouldn't be a big problem to get him out with his physique.

He smiled triumphantly.

Pretending to bow before the statue of Tianjun.

"Master Tianjun, you are a god, you should understand my difficulties, right."

"Looking at you staying in this cold and dark place, it must be uncomfortable."

"As for me, I just change your residence for your old man. Then I will find you a rich family and let them offer you delicious food and drink every day."

"When I make money, I will use the best materials...Yes, I will use gold. The pure gold will create an exact statue for you and place it here."

"If your old man is unwilling, just shook his head, if you agree, you don't have to express it."

After Ma Sanyuan said these words, he pretended to wait a few more minutes.

This was excited:

"I know that Tianjun, your old man is a living bodhisattva who saves people from suffering. Since you haven't shaken your head, you have agreed."

"It's no small self-assertion."

The dark night, one person wearing silk stockings, muttering to the idol, is also really interesting.

Ma Sanyuan tore off the black silk he was carrying, and took out an identical stocking from his pocket.

"Fortunately, I prepared one more."

He was quite content, and twisted the stockings a few times into a rope shape.

Tied to the body of the statue.

This previous sculpture is different from the current ones, which are basically gods made of wood.

It's not too heavy.

Because of being enveloped by sandalwood for a long time, it still carries a refreshing fragrance.

Ma Sanyuan **** the sculpture, put it on his back, and tied a knot on his body to prevent the statue from falling off.

He tried the portion,

It's just a few jins, and it's easy.

However, after carrying the idol on his back, it seems that it is not easy to take that incense ash jar.

Ma Sanyuan sighed regretfully:

"Forget it, just put you here first. After waiting for a while, I have made money and I will give you a new one."

He plans to carry this thing directly out of the city tonight, find a bag to put it in, and take a taxi directly to the field.

After waiting for a while to avoid the limelight, after releasing the news, secretly looking for a buyer.

Thinking of this, Ma Sanyuan's mood changed. ,

Humming a little song, turning over the fence.

About to leave.

What he didn't notice was.

The statue on his back blinked.

Outside,

A cold wind blew through.

[Author's digression]: Three shifts~ ask for a bank note~ ask for it! ! !