Pudu had been able to hold back just now, but now he was frightened and angry. He tore the receipt into pieces and stared at Xu Jia with a cold face: "Donor, you are going too far. Okay, you actually sent a coffin to me."

I, are you expressing your gratitude to me? Go out and forgive me for not giving it away."

Xu Jia was not angry at all, and said with a smile: "Don't be upset, Master Pudu. I usually send you coffins, which is absolutely nothing. But now I send you coffins, but it is just the right time. However, more than a dozen coffins are

It’s a bit much. For now, five or six coffins are enough. The extra coffins will be used as backup. You will have to buy them sooner or later anyway.”

Master Pudu's face turned pale and he looked at Xu Jia coldly: "Donor, please go out. I don't understand what you are talking about, so I won't send you far away."

boom!

He immediately closed the door, blocking Xu Jia from the door, took out his handkerchief, and kept wiping the sweat on his forehead.

Xu Jia stood outside the door and said with a lively voice: "Master Pudu, I am a doctor and good at reading Qi. I see that your complexion is not good. Your eyebrows are black, your mountain roots are bruised, there is a vague green Qi lingering on the top of your head, and your face is white."

It is sallow and yellow, which is a sign of impending bad luck."

"Hehe, but this is just my conjecture and a joke. Don't take it seriously. Master Pudu, I hope we are destined to meet again. I will leave first."

After Xu Jia finished speaking, he left without stopping.

boom!

The closed door was immediately pushed open.

Master Pudu rushed out and chanted the Buddha's name to Xu Jiaqi: "Donor, please stay, it is the poor monk Meng Lang."

Xu Jia stood there motionless: "Pin monk? I think he should be called Pindao, right?"

"this……"

Pudu was stunned for a moment, then took off his monk's robe. As expected, there was a Taoist robe underneath.

At this time, Jin Qiao was stunned: Is Pudu a monk or a Taoist priest?

Pudu bowed to Xu Jia and said, "I have met Mr. Xu and asked him to sit in his room."

"Easy to say, easy to say."

When Xu Jia saw that Pu Du had finally taken off his monk's clothes, he knew that the heat had arrived, so he asked Jin Qiao to stand guard at the door and followed Pu Du into the meditation hall again.

At this time, Pudu no longer pretended to be a coward. He took out several bottles of Maotai from under the table and placed them in front of Xu Jia. He said: "Mr. Xu's flaming eyes are like stars. I'm willing to bow down. Come on, Mr. Xu has a huge amount. I'll toast you a few glasses."

.”

Xu Jia looked at Maotai, salivating with greed, and said with a smile: "This is the way to go."

Pudu hesitated for a moment and asked Xu Jia: "How does the donor know that I am a Taoist priest? My Taoist uniform is not exposed. I am puzzled."

Xu Jia laughed loudly and stared at Pudu: "Believe it or not, I guess you are not wearing any pants underneath. Hey, this robe is made of hemp cloth. Aren't you afraid of wearing it?"
Chapter completed!