On the last day of the divine contract college entrance examination, the chaebol young master sacrificed 280,000 Breitling canine teeth, which caused the true Lord Erlang to lower his eyes, and the whole school was shocked.
He proudly threw a wad of banknotes at Gu Changan's face: "Poor man, you can't even afford a stick of incense, get out of the examination room!"
Gu Changan wiped the ashes from his face, walked to the altar with a worn piece of ivy paper.
He led everyone to point at me and laugh wildly: "You are so poor and crazy! Others sacrifice magic weapons and jade, but you burn composition paper for the gods?"
In order to establish his authority, he rushed up to the stage and stomped on Gu Changan's funeral inscription: "This kind of garbage is not even worthy of being used as toilet paper for my dog! What kind of wild god do you worship for picking up rags?"
Gu Changan didn't get angry, he just lit the remaining paper, lowered his head and read out the last sentence: "I would like to listen to this."
He laughed so hard that tears came to his eyes. He pointed at the sky and challenged: "Why are you pretending? Where is the god? Why doesn't your broken god come out and kill me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, thirty-six ancient bronze bells that had been gathering dust for hundreds of years rang simultaneously! The vast sky was instantly torn apart by the five-color divine thunder.
In the endless sea of thunder, a black-robed true king carrying the emperor's dharma on his back pressed across the sky. The godless power instantly pressed the young master to his knees, and then a divine thunder across the heavens struck his head: "The first Qing Ci I have received in a hundred years, are you worthy of stepping on it?!"
