At this time, the monk at the gambling table in the hall saw him leaving, so he paused the gambling game, turned around and ran to the backyard to report.

At this time, Monk Zhaoyan had already finished eating roast chicken and had a clear look on his face. Seeing that he came over, he said directly before he reported: "I already know the secret of that person. The reason why he would win every bet before was because he carried a spell called "Gambling Talisman", but its effectiveness was limited, so he started to lose later..."

"So that's it!" the monk said suddenly, then frowned and asked, "I just don't know how senior brother, how should we deal with that person? He doesn't seem to plan to continue betting..."

"No hurry." Monk Zhaoyan sneered, looking far away at the horizon, and his voice became hoarse, "That person will come back sooner or later... What we need to do now is to solve the stinky Taoist priest who secretly disturbs us good things! The blood of a Taoist priest who has Taoism is the most delicious!"

As he said that, he licked his fat lips, his face looked strange and intoxicated, as if he was recalling the wonderful taste.

...

Zhu Hu, who was going down the mountain, did not return home in time because he had been stopped by several former friends who went down the mountain together.

But don’t get me wrong. They don’t want to grab money, but just to celebrate, and ask him the secret to win back all his capital just now!

After all, winning once or twice can be said to be lucky. In this way, you win every game in a row, and you just win back the capital. This is not luck. Zhu Hu must have mastered some superb gambling skills that they don’t know!

So, they were curious and rushed up, using the excuse of treating guests and congratulations to lead him to a tavern, intending to get him drunk and get the secret of winning from him.

Sure enough, Zhu Hu, who did not notice the intentions of several people, was immediately deceived. He had no alcohol tolerance and became drunk after only two glasses. Seeing that everyone around him looked like he was pleasing and envious, his vanity surged in his heart. Naturally, he did not want the cheating of himself to borrow gambling talismans to be exposed, so he grinned and bragged: "What do you know! This is all my own ability to win back! Where can I have thousands of techniques?"

The people around him were a little unbelievable, and then someone questioned with the intention of drinking: "You used to be aware that gambling skills were bad and you would lose every gambling, but today you have changed your temperament. Who would believe your nonsense?"

Suddenly, Zhu Hu was drunk and was a little angry that he was looked down upon, so he shouted loudly, "If you don't believe me, let's see if I continue to win a few games! Do you agree or not!"

When Zhu Hu walked back to the familiar temple gate surrounded by people, the sky gradually became dark.

In a trance, the darkness seemed to be airtightly covering the hall, only the candlelight could be vaguely visible. There was a fat monk standing at the door, with a somewhat pale face with a little smile, as if he had already expected them to come back, making people feel a little gloomy and weird for no reason.

However, at this time everyone was drunk and drunk, and they didn't notice the strangeness here. They all walked into the hall with big swaggers and shouting.

After getting on the gambling table behind, Zhu Hu lost several consecutive games, and saw that the money in his hand was reduced by half. At this moment, a cold wind blew across his back, which made him tremble all over, and his alcoholic spirit woke up most of the time.

Only then did he realize how stupid he had done while drunk just now, and he couldn't help but regret it. However, he saw the money he had lost, and he didn't dare to continue to bet. He had seen his luck clearly. It would be more reliable to expect the sun to come out from the west tomorrow morning!

At this time, even if the people around him were still urging him to place a bet quickly, he would not dare to continue. Even if he was ridiculed, he would at least take the remaining money back!

The people around him naturally didn't want to see the show ending, and they immediately shouted that they wanted to dissuade him, but Zhu Hu had made up his mind for a moment and wanted to squeeze out the few people around him and flee.

However, at this moment, a faint voice came from behind: "This donor, why not stay here and take a bet on the last one?"

Zhu Hu was stunned. Unexpectedly, the monk wanted to persuade him, but he shook his head and said, "No need, it's not too late now, and I should worry, I'm going back soon..."

"No hurry, look at the sky outside, isn't the sun still by the mountain?"

The monk pointed to the horizon outside the door with a smile and said.

Zhu Hu turned his head in confusion, but was stunned to see the night that was already dark when he came in. It was like dusk. Half of the sun was still slowly falling on the distant mountainside, reflecting the continuous sunset as red as blood.

"Can you remember the wrong thing when you were drunk just now?" He suddenly became a little strange and felt a little ashamed. As for the friends behind him, they didn't pay attention to these details and just kept making excuses.

At this moment, the monk said slowly, with a bit of inexplicable smile on his face: "And in the next last hand, I will suffer a little, and I will only have one dice in my hand. On the contrary, I can give you three dices! As long as the points you throw are larger than those of the monk, you will win and return all the money you lost before to you. Otherwise, you will leave everything here, how about it?"

"So you're serious?"

Hearing such conditions, even Zhu Hu, who had decided to go home, was shaken and asked tentatively.

If this is true, then the other party only has one dice and he has three. No matter how you look at it, it will be an overwhelming advantage. The points are bigger than him and it is not casual!

Then wouldn’t I bet back all the things I lost before?

When he thought of this, his heart beat faster and faster.

Maybe...can you give it a try?

"That's true." The monk nodded, and then handed the three dice to Zhu Hu and took one of them himself.

"It's better, monk, let me do it first."

He smiled like this and shook the dice. After it was unveiled, the number facing upwards was a "two"!

Seeing this scene, he seemed a little surprised. He looked shocked and couldn't help but sigh lightly, as if he was quite regretful: "Oh, it seems like a pity..."

Compared to him, Zhu Hu was overjoyed. The other party had only two, so even if the three dice on his side were thrown casually, wouldn’t it be bigger than him?!
Chapter completed!