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"Life can start over at any time, but that person, he is stuck in the old time."
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Zhou Chao lived a life of twenty-eight years, with everyone close to him dead and scattered. Except for Fa Xiao Yanshi, who owed him a life and insisted on begging for nothing, he was basically alone.
One year during the Chinese New Year, he was dragged by Yan Qinghui to offer incense at Ci'en Temple. Before he entered the temple, he met a fat monk. The fat monk counted his fingers and said to him worriedly, Donor, you are reincarnated as a lone star of the evil god. You will suffer constant bloody disasters in this life, and there is a possibility of you dying alone!
The fat monk spoke harshly. Yan Qinghui took off her shoes on the spot and challenged him to a duel. However, Zhou Chaosheng felt that the monk had great skills, so he took out his mobile phone and transferred two hundred yuan to him with a smile, and said: I will lend you a good word.
Later, probably because of the power of money, Boss Zhou of Tiansha Lone Star never dreamed that Li tide would come back.
It was impossible to die alone. Boss Zhou recalled this incident at night and felt that he had been deceived. He felt unwilling to do so. He rushed to Ci'en Temple before dawn the next day. After squatting at the gate of the temple all morning, he successfully caught the person.
Zhou Chaosheng grabbed the fat monk's collar and forced him to count him again.
The fat monk felt guilty and asked him tremblingly: What does the donor want?
Zhou Chaosheng thought for a while and said, "Can you tell me if she will still leave when she comes back this time?"
The fat monk looked at his face, rolled his eyes, and immediately changed his words to congratulate him: Hi, congratulations to the donor, congratulations to the donor, I think your destiny is broken, and from now on you will have smooth sailing, no disasters, a happy marriage, peace and joy, all the best!
Zhou Chaosheng looked confused: Really?
The fat monk looked solemn: It must be!
Zhou Chaosheng laughed, released his hand and patted the fat monk on the shoulder, scanned the WeChat code and transferred another two thousand yuan to him, with the same words: Lend you good luck.
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